Spades: The True Wonderland Awaits. (Of Wonderland Chronicles Book 1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: A.G. Stone
with two slender fingers, tapping the board.
Amber and I looked at each other; we were both surprised that the other hadn't noticed that option, screaming at us in bright, neon yellow and neon lime green.
"I love lemon," I said, smiling.
"And I love lime," she said, smiling just as widely.
"Thank you," we said in unison, turning back to the boy.
"You're very welcome," the boy said, miming tipping an invisible hat to us. "All that I ask in return is that you join my friend and me for coffee after this."
Amber and I looked at each other and made our decision by communicating with each other with our matching, dark brown eyes. We both turned back to him and nodded.
"Absolutely," Amber said, her eyes raking over the boy in every detail of his clothing, of his shape.
The boy was perfectly calm under Amber's flirtatious scrutiny, and he turned to me. "You'd best order, little one," he said teasingly, pointing behind me, and I turned to see that Amber and I were next to order.
"Thanks again," I said, ignoring the blush painting my cheeks red at his nickname, grabbing Amber's arm, and towing her off so we could order; she was no doubt jealous of the fact that he had chosen me to give the first nickname to, but I gave her a look saying that she could have him. After that, she calmed down considerably, and we began to order.
After we had finished ordering and had received our candy, Amber and I waited for the boy. Soon, he joined us with a blonde boy with blue spades under his left eye - like the guy in the shop - in tow. Neither of them were holding a bag of candy, which you received after ordering from Sugar's Sweet Mill, the best candy store in town. But I didn't ask either one of them about it; I figured it would be too rude.
"Why did I have to come with you?" the blonde boy was asking the darker-haired boy. "We're not even supposed to be here. They did say the mirror transport was forbidden. Imagine what they'd do if they knew we were here. Especially him; he's been very aggressive since the last Alice left."
"I know, but look," the dark-haired boy said with the diamonds under his left eye, gesturing to Amber and I. "I think I've found the new Alice; she has the same attitude, the same look in her eyes, the same face structure; she's a perfect replica of the last Alice - in attitude and everything."
I arched an eyebrow at their strange conversation but didn't ask; when Amber was about to ask, I clapped my hand over her mouth, gesturing for her to be quiet. I didn't want to be rude and demand to know what they were talking about if it was confidential and they didn't want other people to know about it; I figured that they would tell us if they meant for us to know about it.
The blonde boy peered at me before grinning brilliantly. "I think you are right, Damien," he said, turning to the black-haired boy. Then he turned back to me. "May I ask your name?"
"This is Amber, and I'm Bryony," I said, almost blushing under his furious scrutiny.
"I'm Blayke, and this is Damien," the blonde boy said, gesturing to himself then to his dark-haired friend.
"Now that we've gotten introductions out of the way, shall we go to Marble Terrace Coffee for coffee and cake?" Damien asked, and I blinked.
"Marble Terrace Coffee?" I repeated. "I've never heard of it."
Blayke turned to look at me, his light blue eyes shimmering with mischief. "Well, where do you guys go to for coffee then? Starbucks?"
I shook my head. "We always go to the coffee shop attached to 32 Below," I explained, and Blayke snorted.
"The ice cream place? I'll admit their ice cream is good, but their coffee is trash. Come on, Damien and I will show you real coffee," he said, smirking.
"What is 'real coffee'?" Amber asked, putting air quotes around the words 'real coffee'.
Damien smirked. "You'll see."
I rolled my eyes. "It can't be that good, and 32 Below's coffee isn't terrible; it's actually pretty good."
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"This is amazing," I said,
Amber and I looked at each other; we were both surprised that the other hadn't noticed that option, screaming at us in bright, neon yellow and neon lime green.
"I love lemon," I said, smiling.
"And I love lime," she said, smiling just as widely.
"Thank you," we said in unison, turning back to the boy.
"You're very welcome," the boy said, miming tipping an invisible hat to us. "All that I ask in return is that you join my friend and me for coffee after this."
Amber and I looked at each other and made our decision by communicating with each other with our matching, dark brown eyes. We both turned back to him and nodded.
"Absolutely," Amber said, her eyes raking over the boy in every detail of his clothing, of his shape.
The boy was perfectly calm under Amber's flirtatious scrutiny, and he turned to me. "You'd best order, little one," he said teasingly, pointing behind me, and I turned to see that Amber and I were next to order.
"Thanks again," I said, ignoring the blush painting my cheeks red at his nickname, grabbing Amber's arm, and towing her off so we could order; she was no doubt jealous of the fact that he had chosen me to give the first nickname to, but I gave her a look saying that she could have him. After that, she calmed down considerably, and we began to order.
After we had finished ordering and had received our candy, Amber and I waited for the boy. Soon, he joined us with a blonde boy with blue spades under his left eye - like the guy in the shop - in tow. Neither of them were holding a bag of candy, which you received after ordering from Sugar's Sweet Mill, the best candy store in town. But I didn't ask either one of them about it; I figured it would be too rude.
"Why did I have to come with you?" the blonde boy was asking the darker-haired boy. "We're not even supposed to be here. They did say the mirror transport was forbidden. Imagine what they'd do if they knew we were here. Especially him; he's been very aggressive since the last Alice left."
"I know, but look," the dark-haired boy said with the diamonds under his left eye, gesturing to Amber and I. "I think I've found the new Alice; she has the same attitude, the same look in her eyes, the same face structure; she's a perfect replica of the last Alice - in attitude and everything."
I arched an eyebrow at their strange conversation but didn't ask; when Amber was about to ask, I clapped my hand over her mouth, gesturing for her to be quiet. I didn't want to be rude and demand to know what they were talking about if it was confidential and they didn't want other people to know about it; I figured that they would tell us if they meant for us to know about it.
The blonde boy peered at me before grinning brilliantly. "I think you are right, Damien," he said, turning to the black-haired boy. Then he turned back to me. "May I ask your name?"
"This is Amber, and I'm Bryony," I said, almost blushing under his furious scrutiny.
"I'm Blayke, and this is Damien," the blonde boy said, gesturing to himself then to his dark-haired friend.
"Now that we've gotten introductions out of the way, shall we go to Marble Terrace Coffee for coffee and cake?" Damien asked, and I blinked.
"Marble Terrace Coffee?" I repeated. "I've never heard of it."
Blayke turned to look at me, his light blue eyes shimmering with mischief. "Well, where do you guys go to for coffee then? Starbucks?"
I shook my head. "We always go to the coffee shop attached to 32 Below," I explained, and Blayke snorted.
"The ice cream place? I'll admit their ice cream is good, but their coffee is trash. Come on, Damien and I will show you real coffee," he said, smirking.
"What is 'real coffee'?" Amber asked, putting air quotes around the words 'real coffee'.
Damien smirked. "You'll see."
I rolled my eyes. "It can't be that good, and 32 Below's coffee isn't terrible; it's actually pretty good."
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"This is amazing," I said,
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