Elliot and the Pixie Plot (Underworld Chronicles 2)

"Hey, did something happen with my bed?" he asked.

"Since you gave it to Tubs?" Wendy asked.

Elliot's jaw dropped. "I did what?"

"Don't you remember when Tubs's parents came to pick him up?"

Elliot's muscles tightened. "Obviously not."

"You told his parents he could stay for another night or two. They thought that was great, because he didn't have a bed, because he'd broken it last week. So you said Tubs could have your bed. We all thought it was really nice. Sort of strange, though."

"That is strange," Elliot agreed. "Doesn't sound like something I'd normally do." He planned to talk to Harold about that very soon.

"I think you did it to impress Cami," Wendy added. "Interesting clothes, by the way. Where did they come from?"

"A friend gave them to me."

"Oh." Wendy brushed some flour off her hands. "You might want to change into something more normal if you don't want Tubs to start beating you up again. Luckily, he's been really quiet these past few days, barely even moved off his chair in the corner. While you're changing clothes, I'll dish you up some breakfast. The eggs are a little burned, but the toast isn't too bad if I scrape it first." Then she frowned. "I know I'm not a good cook, Elliot, but I'm doing the best I can since Mom and Dad are so busy. So thanks for being really nice about it this week."

Elliot walked up to Wendy and wrapped his arms around her waist for the best brother hug he could give. "Sorry I haven't been nice about it before this week. I'll be better. I don't know what our family would do without you."

"Our family wouldn't know what to do without you either," Wendy said, walking back into their home. "I mean, it's not like we could just go find another Elliot somewhere, right?"

Elliot smiled. Not if he could help it.