Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
"You wanna add a tie to that, Mr. Bond?" I questioned, leaning against the doorframe. 
                          
I came into the our shared room to find Michael dressed to the nines. Nice shoes, black dress pants, white button down tucked into his pants, and a black suit vest. Michael, who was standing in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, smiled.
                          
"I would if I knew how to tie one. I also don't feel like wasting my energy to magically put one on."
                          
"Over, under, and through the rabbit hole, Alice."
                          
"Still don't understand your references and we've been here, what, a few weeks?"
                          
I rolled my eyes at him. He turned his back on the mirror as I walked towards him. Giving him a once over, I frowned at his attire.
                          
"First, we fight things and are trying to blend in, you don't need to dress so fancy. Second, just really? Let me fix this."
                          
I started unbuttoning his vest to remove it, at which Michael gave me a look.
                          
"My, my, are you trying to undress me?" He asked teasingly. 
                          
"Shut up, I'm trying fix you."
                          
Stripping him of his vest, I snapped my fingers. Dress pants and nice shoes were now replaced by black skinny jeans and converse. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and moved upwards to undo the top button of it. As I pulled away, Michael caught my hands. I looked up, realizing how close we were. His eyes looked silver right now. After a moment, I cleared my throat and pulled away, breaking the growing tension. Snapping my fingers, I was in the same clothes I had when we first arrived.
                          
"So, um, witch hunt?" I questioned awkwardly. 
                          
"Yeah, witch hunt." Michael agreed, equally awkward. 
                          
"Jeez, the two of you, I swear. Can we go? You know, before all this tension snaps like a rubber band and someone gets hurt? We have some witches to gank."
                          
I jumped at the sound of Rachel's voice. I quickly grabbed my duffle bag and followed Rachel down to the car. Rachel had now graduated and become a real Hunter. It took a lot of studying, training, and a few cases to get to where we were.
                          
"Seriously Rina, could there be any more sexual tension in that room?"
                          
"That was not sexual tension, it was awkwardness."
                          
"Tell that to Michael, who by the way, looked like he was about to pin you."
                          
"Shut up. And of course there might be a little tension, it will be mating season any day now. Let's just focus on ganking some witches."
                          
*****
"Okay, name this song."
                          
"Uh, Counting Stars by....One Republic?" Michael guessed from the backseat.
                          
"Good, you're getting better. Try this one, it's iconic."
                          
In my pursuit to teach Michael about music, I had created a way to pass the time while traveling. While Rachel drove, I made Michael guess songs on her smart phone.
                          
"Stairway to Heaven!" Michael shouted after a few measures, proud of his ability to recognize it quickly.
                          
"Okay, next one."
                          
After listening for a moment, Michael frowned at his inability to recognize the song.
                          
"Don't know it."
                          
Rachel and I gasped. 
                          
"It's Kansas! Carry On My Wayward Son!" Rachel said.
                          
Michael just shrugged. It only took one look for Rachel and I to start singing along loudly. It made it even funnier when Michael started groaning.