Honey We Have Kids
"Oh shut up Arush! For the love of God would you just SHUT UP!" snapped the dusky skinned beauty at the most infuriating Raizada she had ever had the misfortune to come across, as she pushed herself up off the floor and went on to inspect the solid chunk of wood she and the arrogant sod had seemingly just dropped out of.
Where the hell were they?
"I'm telling you…" he began again, notably unconcerned as he brushed himself off and made his way over to the other side of the room, and randomly began swiping his arm under pillows until he drew out a small leather-bound journal.
But Larissa Kashyap-Granger was not in a mood to listen. "For the last damn time Arush, my long lost Aunt was not a witch, she did not run away to be with a Weasel and that stupid necklace you found was NOT a damn time-turner!"
Arush merely smiled knowingly, as he flipped through the recent pages of his mother's journal. Unlike Rissy, Arush had used the time turner before and personally he had decided his mother's journal entries made for wonderful blackmail material for whenever he got caught doing something he shouldn't. The only reason he'd brought Rissy along was because she'd caught him with his hand in her jewelry box and the truth had seemed the easiest way to explain why.
Besides she could rant all she liked – his parents were bound to be back soon. Plus this way she would owe him that kiss she'd bet him. Thirteen years old and he would have already kissed Larissa Granger, life was shaping up to be pretty darn awesome for Arush Singh Raizada.
It was with this very thought in mind that Arush slipped his mother's journal back under her pillow, snuck a quick glance at his clock as Larissa persisted in inspected every square inch of the wall she seemed to think they'd 'fallen' through, and counted.
Three.
Larissa shot him an evil death glare from over her candy-pink frames, as she pushed them back up her nose and returned to inspecting her wall.
Two.
"….meeeri teri pwweem kahaaniii hai mush-ush-kil…."
And One.
Larissa looked up with a start bumping her nose against the wall as she made to turn towards the source of the awfully off tune rendition of a practically ancient song his parents seemed to have on repeat every anniversary.
Arush merely watched and grinned, as he now proceeded to open the bedroom door and ushered her downstairs towards the source of the tune deaf serenading outside his grandparents old house.
Stepping up right as they reached the front door, Arush paused with his hand on the door knob as he reminded Rissa with a smug smirk, "Remember the deal Rissy…" and so saying Arush Singh Raizada opened the front door to his grandparents house a cool fifteen years before he was born and greeted his obviously hung over mother and shell shocked father with a chirpy, "Heyy Dad!"
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'Khushi! Shh!' Arnav hissed, balancing her precariously as he half carried her up the porch.
'Why should I shush? I got a mouth for a reason you know! Like to sing!' Now while Arnav Singh Raizada was very much in love with his slightly insane girlfriend he was in no way blind to her incapacities….or rather in this case – deaf to them.
In fact he had been trying to block out certain awful strains of noise filtering out of her mouth as she decided to serenade him at the steps of her door when she lost her footing on the step and fell quite dramatically on him.
'Ooops' she murmured, her face mere inches away from her as he tried to catch his breath.
However far from catching his breath, as the front door swung open , Arnav found himself wondering if maybe that bump on the head had been worse than he thought.
He was looking at ---- Himself.
"Heyy Dad!"
He was calling himself dad. No…No wait….the 5 foot tall him in the doorway was calling himself dad…or him…this couldn't be right. Putting a careful hand up to rub at his eyes as he attempted to refocus on the figure at the doorway Khushi decided to mimic the 'him' in the doorway in her drunken sing-song voice-"Heyy Dad!"
"Oh My God - it's them!" squealed a high pitched voice from behind the shadowed vision of himself in the doorway.
And then a pint sized version of Lavanya peeked out from under his five foot tall self and pointed straight at him and Khushi – "Arush! Your parents are drunk!"
Arnav could feel relief sweep through him. So he wasn't staring at himself in the doorway. He was staring at 'Arush'…..
Wait….
Parents?!
And with that very thought Arnav Singh Raizada collapsed into a decidedly inelegant pile at his girlfriends front porch.
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A/N
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Edited by jeej - 13 years ago
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