Chapter 104 FIRE!

"HEY LOVEBIRDS!" I pulled away from Elliot and turned around to face West, who ruined the moment by the way. "So happy to see you all patched up after a century and all-" "What?" Elliot asked impatiently, obviously annoyed. I giggled silently because I can not blame him. After all, we were in the middle of something. West screamed on top of his lungs, "THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!" "WHAT?!" I gasped out in shock and was frozen for a second. I heard Elliot take in a breath sharply before running to where my parents' house is. I felt goosebumps around my body and suddenly felt a little lightheaded. "W-w-what h-ha-happened..." I stammered out, "Why is the house on fire?" The house belongs to my parents now, but it used to belong to my father's grandparents -my great grandparents. Lisa and Carlo Emerson's love story are one of the sweetest love stories of all time. Great Granddad's last words were more like a prologue to his story with my Great Grandmother's afterlife romantic novel. Plus, he died with a smile. -I mean, that is what dad said. My dad grew up not knowing that his grandparents were alive. It was completely strange and random, and it has something to do with how he got together with my mother. (A/N: I suggest checking the story out in my profile.) The house is the last and only physical object my great grandparents had left for my dad. It is not just a pity if it was burned down to the ground; It would be an absolute tragic. If this has anything to do with my cousins, then they should most likely start to run away because I am not happy. I am not in the mood to be forgiving. I do not think that I can let this one go because that house is more important than whatever their reason is. I cannot believe that I am not going to have the chance to die in that house. When I first heard the story of the house when I was young, I told my parents that I will be glad to die inside the house like how my grandparents did because would not that be absolute goals? If I die there, then my family's future generation will be able to say that the people in our family usually die there. I guess that is the reason why I prefer to die because of cancer. Because you know, I get to choose where I die and at least I know when I will die. I mean estimates in due dates are like measuring cups. It is a so-so. Weston cut my trail of thoughts. "Easton came in with a lighter on his hand, saying that he is going to burn me for selling his photo album online when North came in with a beer on his hand because he was planning to celebrate for getting a free beer!" He rambles out. 'But North is still underage!' I gasped out loud and pointed out the facts. My cousins are not even twenty-one yet. North getting a beer is illegal. And, burning my family's house down is illegal. I wonder if that reason is enough to legally castrate these imbeciles. 'I know, that is what I said!" West pouts. 'I tried changing the topic to a more reasonable one but no, my brother was too busy wanting to light me up on fire and was willing to make me a human sacrifice just because of dumb photos! And it is not like I knew the importance of the thing! I know that ignorance is not an excuse but I really was ignorant about it and I have no other excuses and-' I cut him off. "Then what?!" He immediately went back to story telling. 'Then, Easton was sitting on the ground. When he decided to open the lighter, he had accidentally let the fire spark and all! Then, North being the clumsy North he is, he had tripped and dropped the beer to where Easton was!" 'NORTHON IS NOT CLUMSY!" I frowned at him and took a step closer. 'TELL ME THE TRUTH!" 'Okay, I lied. It was me who tripped!" He cowered in fear. 'I had accidentally tripped and grabbed into North. He used the beer he was holding to slap my hands away but he dropped it-" I frowned. 'Stop lying-" He cuts me off. 'I AM NOT LYING THOUGH! THAT IS THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH!" I growled angrily. "Then what?!" He shouts out loud, "THEN THE FIRE HAD APPEARED!" "YOU GUYS ACCIDENTALLY LIT MY PARENTS' HOUSE ON FIRE JUST BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE GOONIES?!" 'Yes." He blinked a few times to process what I was asking when he nodded slowly, "Wait, I think it is a no…?" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YES AND NO?!" 'WHAT I MEANT WAS YES OR NO. NOT AN AND." He frantically explains. "And it is because It is not their house that is on fire, it is yours." 'But I do not have a house, you nuthead!" 'You do! We have accidentally lit your house on fire! Accidentally! Because obviously, it's an accident!" "IT IS NOT MY HOUSE! That house belongs to my parents!" 'What? No it is not!" 'YES IT IS!" I screamed. 'AND USED TO BELONG TO MY GREAT GREAT GRANDPARENTS!" "What?" His frown went deeper. 'Uh, I don't think so." "WHAT?!" He does not think so? How would he know what I think so? This guy is nuts. Weston Delgado is nuts! 'I know it is yours!" He told me. 'WHY ARE YOU SO SURE?" "Because!" He paused. 'We bought the house together when you were 7." "I DID NOT BUY THAT HOUSE!" I frowned angrily, "IT IS SO OLD!" Plus if what he said was true, I was 7. SEVEN. S-E-V-E-N. "Yeah, you chose blue when I said pink, remember?" WHAT?! Oh, wait a minute... "Are you talking about the stupid dollhouse?" "IT'S NOT STUPID!" "Oh my gosh," I sighed in relief, "You just set the dollhouse on fire-not the actual house, right?" "Don't sound too relieved!" He pouted, "That was a good dollhouse!" I was so tempted to bash his nuts right now. That is how pissed I am. But I also am so relieved, that that was enough to not do it. I can not believe that I almost went berserk, went all Hulk to him over a dollhouse. Do not get me wrong, I appreciate my past toys. I watched all the Toy Story franchise, after all. I know how important it is to take care of your toys. Plus, I used to be so afraid of Chucky. Okay, I still am. I get creeped out with dolls. Which is partly the reason why I have yet to throw out my doll house. To be completely honest, I am relieved because I would rather burn twenty dollhouses than my parents' house. It is very valuable. Calming down from my rage mode, I let out a long breath and asked, "Why was it near you, anyway?" "I... Ah... I..." He stuttered, "Reasons." "Weston Delgado, were you playing with my barbie dollhouse?" "No!" He answered quickly, "I mean, I would. But no." "Then what were you doing with it?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. "I..." He sighed, "Okay, I was playing with it." Oh my God.