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shoulders in sympathy. I
again squeezed my initials on the document.
"'Number three: No pranks of any kind.
This includes but is not limited to: Destruction of mailboxes with
bats or explosives. No toilet papering, commonly referred to as
TP'ing, the property of friends and/or strangers.'"
"Seriously? TP'ing is a rite of
passage. It's not—" he interrupted me with another tap. I roughly
signed the document, this time not caring if my initials overflowed
the stupid little box.
Jaxton turned the document to the next
page. It contained only one more rule.
"'Number four: No
jaywalking.'"
"That's it? No jaywalking?"
He answered with another point to the
square. "You'd be surprised how many faeries we lose jaywalking.
Remember, we're used to flying, it is not natural for us to look
for vehicles when we want to cross the road, Mr.
Pancerella."
I hadn't thought about that. I made a
mental note to watch Tink carefully when we were near the
road.
"Now, if you'll sign your full legal
name here, I'll be off." I signed my full name, Peter Mathew
Pancerella, in my best handwriting. Okay, it wasn't calligraphy,
but it wasn't half bad either.
"Sorry we have to be so strict, Mr.
Pancerella, but you know how boys are."
"No, how are they?" I really didn't
care for this leprechaun.
"Fickle," Tink answered. She smiled at
Jaxton. "Sorry, but you do say that a lot."
"Because it's true," Jaxton said while
reviewing the document. He made sure I initialed each box, even
though he watched me do it, and he checked my signature. "Nice
handwriting." He pulled the paper closer to his face.
"Mathew is your middle name?" he
asked. I nodded. "We have it as Markus."
"That's my dad's middle
name. We share the same first name but different middle names. We
have the same birthday too, June 30 th . Kind of cool,
huh?"
Jaxton went into panic mode. I could
tell by the glow he emitted. It was the same glow Tink got right
before she pointed her wand at me. I ducked behind the dresser and
braced myself for the zap.
"This may change everything, Tink. Are
you sure you want to do this today? Maybe we should wait and let me
feed this new information into our program, just to be safe,"
Jaxton all but begged her.
"No. It doesn't matter at this point
does it? I'm here and I'm ready."
Jaxton, though still green, nodded.
"Very well." He turned to me. "We'll need to leave while she
changes."
Tink held up a small brown bag I
hadn't noticed before and shook it. "Jeans and a t-shirt. I've
always wanted to wear jeans and a t-shirt." She flapped her wings
and I understood. She couldn’t wear them as a faery because her
wings would get in the way.
We walked out of my bedroom, well, I
walked, Jaxton flew, and closed the door. We stood there in the
hallway in awkward silence, waiting.
Jaxton broke the silence. "You defile
her in any way, I will hurt you." He had his wand out and pointed
at my heart. "She's impressionable and innocent and you had better
not take advantage of that."
"I would never take advantage of
Tink," I snapped back. "You don't think very highly of me, do
you?"
"Don't take it personally. You're a
teenage boy, I don't trust any of you."
"How old are you?" I asked. If he was
older than me, it wasn't by much.
"Twenty-one. And-a-half," he
added.
"I'm ready," Tink said from the other
side of the door.
Jaxton turned his wand to the door and
began chanting strange words, concentrating so hard, beads of sweat
ran down his forehead. It seemed to take forever. Finally Tink
spoke, or rather screamed. I reached for the door and Jaxton turned
the wand on me.
"Zap me if you want, but I'm going in."
"Wait," he insisted. "Tinkle, are you
alright?"
Tinkle? I'd forgotten she told me that
is what her friends called her. I really needed to straighten her
out about that.
"Yes. I just saw my reflection in the
mirror. I'm huge!"
Both Jaxton and I let out a sigh of
relief. The door opened, and there she stood: beautiful and
tall.
She said, "You're so little,"
again squeezed my initials on the document.
"'Number three: No pranks of any kind.
This includes but is not limited to: Destruction of mailboxes with
bats or explosives. No toilet papering, commonly referred to as
TP'ing, the property of friends and/or strangers.'"
"Seriously? TP'ing is a rite of
passage. It's not—" he interrupted me with another tap. I roughly
signed the document, this time not caring if my initials overflowed
the stupid little box.
Jaxton turned the document to the next
page. It contained only one more rule.
"'Number four: No
jaywalking.'"
"That's it? No jaywalking?"
He answered with another point to the
square. "You'd be surprised how many faeries we lose jaywalking.
Remember, we're used to flying, it is not natural for us to look
for vehicles when we want to cross the road, Mr.
Pancerella."
I hadn't thought about that. I made a
mental note to watch Tink carefully when we were near the
road.
"Now, if you'll sign your full legal
name here, I'll be off." I signed my full name, Peter Mathew
Pancerella, in my best handwriting. Okay, it wasn't calligraphy,
but it wasn't half bad either.
"Sorry we have to be so strict, Mr.
Pancerella, but you know how boys are."
"No, how are they?" I really didn't
care for this leprechaun.
"Fickle," Tink answered. She smiled at
Jaxton. "Sorry, but you do say that a lot."
"Because it's true," Jaxton said while
reviewing the document. He made sure I initialed each box, even
though he watched me do it, and he checked my signature. "Nice
handwriting." He pulled the paper closer to his face.
"Mathew is your middle name?" he
asked. I nodded. "We have it as Markus."
"That's my dad's middle
name. We share the same first name but different middle names. We
have the same birthday too, June 30 th . Kind of cool,
huh?"
Jaxton went into panic mode. I could
tell by the glow he emitted. It was the same glow Tink got right
before she pointed her wand at me. I ducked behind the dresser and
braced myself for the zap.
"This may change everything, Tink. Are
you sure you want to do this today? Maybe we should wait and let me
feed this new information into our program, just to be safe,"
Jaxton all but begged her.
"No. It doesn't matter at this point
does it? I'm here and I'm ready."
Jaxton, though still green, nodded.
"Very well." He turned to me. "We'll need to leave while she
changes."
Tink held up a small brown bag I
hadn't noticed before and shook it. "Jeans and a t-shirt. I've
always wanted to wear jeans and a t-shirt." She flapped her wings
and I understood. She couldn’t wear them as a faery because her
wings would get in the way.
We walked out of my bedroom, well, I
walked, Jaxton flew, and closed the door. We stood there in the
hallway in awkward silence, waiting.
Jaxton broke the silence. "You defile
her in any way, I will hurt you." He had his wand out and pointed
at my heart. "She's impressionable and innocent and you had better
not take advantage of that."
"I would never take advantage of
Tink," I snapped back. "You don't think very highly of me, do
you?"
"Don't take it personally. You're a
teenage boy, I don't trust any of you."
"How old are you?" I asked. If he was
older than me, it wasn't by much.
"Twenty-one. And-a-half," he
added.
"I'm ready," Tink said from the other
side of the door.
Jaxton turned his wand to the door and
began chanting strange words, concentrating so hard, beads of sweat
ran down his forehead. It seemed to take forever. Finally Tink
spoke, or rather screamed. I reached for the door and Jaxton turned
the wand on me.
"Zap me if you want, but I'm going in."
"Wait," he insisted. "Tinkle, are you
alright?"
Tinkle? I'd forgotten she told me that
is what her friends called her. I really needed to straighten her
out about that.
"Yes. I just saw my reflection in the
mirror. I'm huge!"
Both Jaxton and I let out a sigh of
relief. The door opened, and there she stood: beautiful and
tall.
She said, "You're so little,"
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