Hi, I don't wanna write a full Witch and Wizard story, so these are a bunch of drabbles they aren't in any order and I write as I go and, they're in many different points of view. I just thought we needed a little more Witch and Wizard love.
This drabble takes place in between the 1st and 2nd book. I recommend you read both books before reading any of my drabbles.
She was everywhere. Or at least it felt like it. Her fiery red hair stuck out like a sore thumb in Garfunkel's Department Store. Her mischievous eyes always in a glare when they look into mine. I seen the way they lit up when she looked at Emmet. The giant idiot. He's too happy for her. She's too good for all of them. Too good for Emmet. Too good for Sasha. Too good for Whit. Too good for me.
"You're staring at her again."
Speak of the devil. Sasha loomed over me suddenly. His brown eyes staring accusingly. Though I could barely see his brown eyes, his dirty black hair hung over them. This kid needed grooming tips.
"Why don't you go sing some more folk songs," I hissed.
Sasha shrugged before moving out of my way.
"Folk songs seem to calm the kids down, you don't want them screaming and crying, do you?"
I snorted and glanced around, catching sight of her fiery red hair in Accessories. I could sense Sasha still staring at me.
"What?" I spat instantly. I didn't like being called out on my crush. But it was so much more than a crush. I knew it. I felt a connection. One stronger than I have in the past.
"You're so obvious."
I felt my cheeks flame up instantly, but I quickly covered it up with anger. I glared at Sasha. My hands balling into fists.
"She's not gonna find out."
Sasha's eyes were bemused and filled with laughter.
"She will too, you're so obvious, you practically drool at her feet."
I didn't know what came over me. I didn't realize what happened until after Sasha was laughing again. I had punched him in the eye. A bruise was already starting to develop, but he thought it was funny. The nerve of some people.
"Byron, calm your weasel butt down. No reason to get all worked up about people knowing about your crush" he teased.
"Damn you Sasha," I cursed.
A smirk crossed Sasha's face. "It's been wunny Byron, have fun stalking Wisty, I've got a bruise to show off."
I didn't watch him go. My eyes were on Wisty. She was talking to Janine and it must have been about something funny. I watched her laugh. She was beautiful. And smart. And rebellious. And everything I couldn't be.
Sasha was beside her. She seemed to notice his eye and took a closer look to his face. Suddenly she was looking at me; she cocked her eyebrow and spoke something. Her lips read, "the weasel?"
She seemed bemused too and laughs aloud again.
That was the closest she had ever gotten to smiling at me.
Sure, I was curious what Sasha had said. But after she laughed, the day didn't seem so bad. And I smiled.
I was in love with one of the most wanted criminals in the entire world. I, Byron Swain, am in love with Wisteria Allgood.
And I'm okay with it.
I actually don't mind Byron after book two, sure he's a weasel butt, but still, after the whole I love her thing, it's not so UGH.