Wonderland

Kitty's P.O.V.

I woke up and checked the clock. 12: 30 am. 1: 08 am. 3: 17 am. I finally gave up and got out of bed at 4: 49 am. I made sure not to wake Maddi as I used the bathroom. I started the shower and got in, the cold morning air being pushed away as the hot water burned warmth into my skin. I just stood in the blaze for a while, knowing the bite of before dawn was waiting for me.

I got out and wrapped myself in a towel, but not before the air grazed my skin and sent a shiver through my blood. I dried off and put on a new bra and matching panties. I threw on a fuzzy white robe and slippers that were stored under the sink.

I exited the bathroom, checking that Maddi was still unconscious. I opened the door to our room, more freezing air wafting in. I quickly got out on the walkway-balcony so Maddi wouldn't be surrounded by cold air as she slept.

I walked slowly and gingerly down the metal, frost-encrusted steps. I walked to the kitchenette and listened to the songs of the wind chimes in the maturing morning. I brewed some coffee, not that I would drink it. I made it for anyone who might walk in to the diner connected to the front lobby of the little Wanderer's Motel.

It was still black outside, just the tips of mountains basking in the shine of fog-blurred sun. The pot dinged when it was full. I took it off the heat, since it would overfill otherwise. I put a new pot on to fill and then walked back to my room.

I checked the clock: 5: 03 am. I searched my drawers and found a nice top and pants. I grabbed my hoodie from the floor. I slipped on my sneakers and softly closed the door behind me.

I trotted down the steps once more, making soft taps as the metal creaked beneath me. I walked back to the small kitchen and took the other pot of coffee off the boiler and set it next to it similar on the counter.

The bells on the front door of the diner jingled, making a song of random notes. I looked up; no one ever came to the motel, especially never this early in the day.

"Oh, thank God, there's coffee!" the boy exclaimed as he pushed the door out of his way. He walks up to the counter and sits on one of the differently colored stools. He looked at me with a stupid smile.

"Hi, I'm Kitty. How can I help you?" I ask in the sickly sweet voice that Alice used when she spoke to customers.

"Hi, Kitty, I'm Axel. If you can pour me two mugs of that sweet bean juice, that would be great!" he said, obviously awake.

"Coming right up, Axel!" I said, spinning around to the mugs and full coffee pots. I poured some coffee into two mugs and set them in front of the red-haired boy. Just then, another person walked through the door, bells ringing behind him.

"Axel--" he starts.

"There's coffee, Ezra, don't worry," Axel assured him. Ezra sighed, sounding relieved. He sat next to the first man and grabbed one of the mugs full of bitter coffee. He didn't even add a sprinkle of sugar! It astounded me.

"Thank fuck..." he basically moaned as he set down the empty mug. I looked at him.

"I didn't know that coffee was a kink," I said, filling up his mug again. The guy named Axel had started sipping his coffee, after pouring ungodly amounts of creamer and sugar into it. Hearing me, he snorted, causing coffee to dribble down his chin and onto his shirt.

The one called Ezra choked on his coffee, too, gagging. I had to make a remark.

"Spitters are quitters, hon," I added. Ezra twitched, but then swallowed hard. He opened his mouth and coughed. I laughed out loud a little and grabbed some napkins. "You'll be needing these, babe."

He wiped his face and chucked a few napkins at his counterpart. Axel grabbed a few that had fallen to the counter-top, wiped his chin, and dabbed at his clothes.

"You're a funny one, huh?" Ezra asked, crossing his arms and leaning forward to rest them on the counter.

"I'd like to think so," I said back. Axel nudged Ezra with his elbow. Ezra growled at him in a low register.

"A sassy one, aren't you?" he spoke, low and intimidating (at least I think he tried to be intimidating).

"Always," I said, winking. It was a trick I learned from Alice as well (though she said not to use it on older men). She said it made them feel liked.

"We should get going, Ax. See you around, hon," Ezra said, tossing some bills onto the counter and winking back.

"Wait up Ez! Keep the change," Axel said quickly, following his friend. I picked up the money, finding a scrap of white paper in among them. I unfolded it.

It read "Ezra Hornhoove" and had a phone number on it. I giggled a little to myself. I watched through the window as a certain magical redhead spoke with the two...

Maddison's P.O.V.

I woke up at about 5: 30am. Kitty, obviously, was already up. I awoke to her laughing downstairs. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I got dressed at lightening speed. I threw on my leather jacket.

I poof-ed down to the garden out front. I looked up, expecting to see the deer walking across the sparsely traveled road. This time, however, a dark truck was parked outside the diner part of the motel. I saw two men, a brunette and a redhead, like me. I walked up to the red-haired man.

This morning just got interesting...

[A/N: Hey, everyone! So sorry again for not updating in SO LOOOONG! Also it called what it's called bc of the feature on quotev, check it out:https://www.quotev.com/story/7027302/Wonderland ]