{ Play; The Crash - Pony Ride }
FRIDAY NIGHT
LUNA'S POV
My boyfriend Johnny and I were at a house party, making out on a bench on the less-crowded backyard where everyone was silent— almost passing out or making out.
His hand was going up and down my side as my hand was on his waist.
As his hand started to go under my shirt, I pulled away.
"Wait, wait wait," I stopped and shoved him gently away as he tried to kiss me again.
"What?" He asked.
"Let me try something," I smiled.
He smirked.
"Nice," he said, starting to open his zipper.
I frowned.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He looked confused.
"You said you wanted to try something," he said.
"Not anything perv, jackass!" I slapped his hand softly.
"Oh," he said, closing his zipper. "Then what?"
(Music off)
"Give me your hand," I said.
He stared at me.
"Come on!" I said and he rolled his eyes lightly but handed me his left hand.
"What exactly are you going to do?" He asked.
"I'm gonna read your palm." I said.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Yeah!" I smiled. "I— I read this one book."
"Oh my god, Luna." He mumbled.
"This one right here— this is your love line. It tells you how many loves you're gonna have in your life." I said.
"Aww, it says one," I then smiled at him and he rolled his eyes amusedly.
"And this is your life-line," I pointed at the one between his thumb and index finger.
"Oh," I said.
"What? Does it say something that like, I'm gonna get stabbed to death on Friday the 13th?" He asked.
"No," I shot him an annoyed look. "But it does say that if you're not careful, you're gonna end up ass-backwards."
Silence.
He was staring at me with a wide mouth.
"Wow," he said. "You got all that from my palm?"
I started to smile.
Then he burst out laughing.
"You are so full of shit!" He laughed, and my jaw dropped lightly as a brows knit together.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You honestly believe that shit?" He asked, pulling his hand to himself. "Oh my God, Luna. You need to lay off the late night tv shows."
"But—" I tried.
"No buts." He got up.
"What do you think you are, huh?" He asked. "You think you're a witch or something? Whooooooooo—"
He did some creepy hand moves around his head.
"No wonder. Your mom's creepy enough baby, but you?" He snorted.
"Watch it." I spat.
"I didn't think that you would... well, I guess apples don't fall far from the tree." He drunkenly laughed.
"You're a dickhead." I just spat.
"And you're a weirdo." He said, his friends laughing.
I jumped up.
"We're done!" I said.
"Oh— did you read that from my palm?" He asked. "Too bad. I'll jerk off with that one tonight. Shoot the load on your line, baby."
My jaw dropped in disgust and he just smooched at me, before walking away with his buddies.
"Well search for the smallest line, cause that's your dick length, Johnny!" I yelled after him, earning glances from some people on the backyard.
"Whoo! You go Luna!" One of the girls shouted. "Tell that asshole!"
I just glanced at her and sighed, walking over to the drink table.
After I'd poured myself a red cup of the punch, I made my way to the end of the backyard porch, and sat down to it.
I gulped my drink once, and stared off to the dark bushes. And then someone sat next to me.
"Hi." He said.
I turned my head, and stared at him, and then let out an 'ugh'.
"You," I said, turning my head away.
He smiled with the corner of his mouth.
"You know me?" He asked.
"Who doesn't?" I asked. "I must maintain the reputation of the only girl in the cheerleading squad who hasn't made out with you."
"Well, damn. I should probably take off then— I wouldn't wanna smudge that achievement. Cause, you know, if I stay, my natural charisma and amazing hair might ruin it, so..."
I let out small laugh.
"What do you want, Roman?" I asked, turning my head back towards him.
He smiled with half of his teeth showing.
"I witnessed you and your boyfriend breaking up. Impressive word usage with the last comment." He nodded.
I rolled my eyes.
"Right." I said.
"No I'm serious."
"Uh-huh. Thank you." I nodded and gulped my drink again.
"And um... about the palm reading," he said.
I frowned and turned my head.
"You wanna do mine?" He asked.
I raised my brows.
"Roman Godfrey wants me to read his palm." I asked.
"That's what I asked, yeah." He said.
I frowned.
"Why?" I asked.
"Cause I believe in that stuff, too," he said.
I stared at him and laughed.
"Okay, I don't believe you." I said. "Why would you believe in anything paranormal?"
He stared at me.
"Think of a number." He said.
"Wh—"
"Just think of a number, Luna." He said.
"Fine." I mumbled.
He closed his eyes and I frowned. He looked a little like me when I concentrated.
Then he opened his eyes.
"Twelve." He said.
I stared at him.
"Right?" He asked.
"Right." I said quietly.
"Now will you read my palm?" He asked with a small smile.
I started to smile and he was about to offer his hand, but then a bunch of teens ran backyard.
"GUYS! HOLY SHIT— THE COPS ARE HERE! JOHNNY GOT RAN OVER BY SOME BUS!" One of them, a boy, yelled.
My jaw dropped open, and then my gaze met Roman's.
"Are you okay?" Roman asked.
We were walking on a empty quiet road, a he'd insisted in walking me home. I'd seen him glancing at me with my side-eye basically every five seconds before he finally opened his mouth.
"My boyfriend just got ran over by a car." I said. "What do you think?"
"I thought you broke up with him." He said.
I shot him a glare.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Fine. Ex boyfriend. We broke up like five minutes ago." I said.
"Well I mean, he didn't die." Roman said.
"Right. He only broke his left arm and leg and like three ribs." I said sarcastically.
Then I stopped.
"You live here?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said.
He stared at my house.
It was a pretty average sized green wooden house with two floors and a wooden old picket fence. Not even white.
"What?" I asked. "I'm sorry if it doesn't exactly add up to the mansion you must live in."
He chuckled.
"Honestly? I'd rather live in a house like that. Growing up, I had six bedrooms." He said.
My jaw dropped.
"Who the hell needs six bedrooms?" I asked.
"Exactly what I thought." He smiled. "My mom wasn't having any of it, though."
I stared at him and let out a chuckle.
"What did you read from Johnny's palm?" He asked.
My smile faded.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You knew it would happen. Right?" He asked.
I didn't say anything.
He smiled.
"You've got a gift, Luna." He said, taking a step closer. "I've honestly known it ever since I first saw you."
"Okay, now you're just hitting on me." I said, amused.
He smirked.
"Why do you think I've ever made a move on you before?" He asked, leaning against my mailbox.
"Because I had a boyfriend?" I asked.
"Nope," he popped the P. "Because I knew you weren't like the others. You're powerful. And I'm a little intimidated by that."
"You gotta be kidding me," I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "You're intimidated by a blonde cheerleader?"
"Might I add, the only one who hasn't made out with me." He leaned over the mailbox, closer to me. "Tell me, Luna. Have you ever gotten so angry, that once you crossed the line— something happened?"
My face went emotionless.
He smirked.
"I knew it." He whispered.
"I gotta go," I said and turned around.
"Don't hide from it, Luna!" He called after me.
I got inside and closed the door. The pearl rug in front of the door almost got wrapped up in my hair and smell of scent candles were in the air.
"Where were you?!"
I gasped and put on the lights, seeing mom in the vestibule with a red wine glass in her hand.
"Mom," I blurted out.
"Did you hear that Johnny Lenore got run over by a bus?" She asked. "As in your boyfriend?"
"Ex," I said.
She frowned.
"We broke up." I said.
"Oh my God, Luna." She growled out.
I stared at her.
"About time!" She said and I raised my brows in surprise.
Then she gulped her wine.
"Who were you with?" She asked as she started to walk to the small kitchen we had.
I followed her.
"When?" I asked.
"At the party," she said. "Or were you all by your lonesome?"
"Well, Johnny," I said. "And... Roman."
She gasped.
"Roman Godfrey?" She asked. "God. That little asshole and his bitch of a mother... I can't believe you were spending time with him."
"I don't know, he didn't seem that bad," I said.
She looked mad.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Never ever hang out with him again," she said.
I frowned. "But why?"
Then she dropped her wine to the floor, the liquid spilling and the glass shattering to a dozen pieces. I flinched. She grabbed my wrists.
"Never hang out with him again— that boy is dangerous. Am I clear, young lady?" She spat.
I stared at her.
Then I swallowed.
"Yeah," I said. "Clear, mom."
"Good," she said, letting go of my wrists. "Now I gotta clear this up."
She started cursing to herself and I stared at her for a moment but then made my way upstairs.
I opened the door to my room and closed it after me, stripping off of my clothes and putting on my pajamas.
After that I threw myself on my bed, pulling my laptop from the floor.
Then there was a gently, furry push on my shoulder.
I turned my head slightly and smiled.
"Hey, Kettle," I smiled at my cat, kissing it's forehead.
He meowed and then positioned himself between my arms and my laptop.
"Lets stalk an asshole, shall we?" I cooed to my cat.
I opened Facebook and typed a name on the search bar.
Roman Godfrey
We weren't friends on Facebook, but his profile still showed a lot of public posts. Like photos at parties, selfies, of him at the beach...
"God, you are so full of yourself." I mumbled, shaking my head as I continued to scroll down on his page.
"One two three four five six seven eight GO one two three four five six seven eight and one two and three and four and five six seven eight!" I called as I watched one of the stunt groups perform.
"Great!" I clapped my hands and after the routine, everyone just went straight to their bags and starter to take off.
"That was it for today, great practice everyone! Go through the routine in your heads at home, okay?" I yelled after them. Nobody answered me. "Great." I mumbled to myself.
I was the last one packing up my cheer bag, when someone spoke from behind me.
"Hi."
I turned around, seeing Roman.
I growled.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked, and threw my bag over my shoulder.
I started to walk away from him but he rushed after me.
"I watched your practice," he said. "Nice flex."
"I'm not gonna sleep with you," I said.
"That's not what I'm trying here, Luna," he said.
"Then what are you trying here, Roman?" I raised my brows at him.
"I still want you to read my palm." He said.
"You can read thoughts. Why don't you go read your own palm?" I asked.
"Cause I've heard women do it better." He smirked.
I glanced at him.
"That was not in a sexual way. I swear." He said.
I sighed.
"Look, I don't think us hanging out is the best possible idea." I said, stopping at my locker.
He frowned, leaning against the locker next to mine.
"Why?" He asked.
"My mom doesn't like you." I said, opening my locker and throwing my cheer bag inside it.
"Your mom says fetch and you run after the stick?" He tilted his head.
"No," I said, stubbornly. "I just don't like doing what she disagrees with."
"Well—" he started. "What she won't know..."
I stared at him.
"Why are you so keen on it?" I asked.
He smirked.
"Like I said— you're not like the others." He said.
I frowned at him.
He grabbed a paper from his jeans back pocket and pulled it out— then I noticed it was a gum wrapper— and placed it against the locker.
He leaned to grab a pencil from my locker, a purple one with a ball of fur on the top side of it.
He wrote something and handed me the paper.
"In case you change your mind." He said.
I glanced at the paper. It was an address.
Then I lifted my gaze.
"Cute pen," he smirked and handed it back to me, before turning around.
(play; Scavenger Hunt — Wildfire)
Harper— my best friend— and I, were sitting at the diner in the mall.
People were all around us, and I was pissed off over the small child running around and screaming.
"I don't know, Harper," I said, playing with the straw of my milkshake. "My mom thinks it's not a good idea."
"Dude, screw your mom!" Harper blurted out.
I raised my brows.
"Roman Godfrey is like the hottest guy at our school," she said, her eyes rolling back. "Like, have you seen his eyes? And my God, those arms. I mean, that one time in history class, when he wore that wife-beater..."
Harper's words were going in and out of my ears, as the screaming kid started running back and forth next to our table.
Do you freaking have to?
I stared at him through narrowed eyes— and suddenly he fell to the floor with his ice cream splashing all over his face.
I raised my brows and turned my head back to Harper.
"... like, I just mean, God, I could sit on his face for a month." She breathed out.
"Here's your burger, Harper."
Both me and her turned our heads, seeing Harper's big brother Max, who worked at the diner. Max, who usually had a huge smile on his face. He had brown hair and was basically like a giant teddy bear. Max, who looked disgusted. He'd without a doubt heard what Harper had just said.
"Thanks, bro." Harper said, grabbing the burger from him.
"Hey Luna," he smiled at me.
I smiled back.
"Hey Max," I said.
Silence.
"Creeper alert!" Harper spoke, and Max turned his head to Harper. "Scoot!"
She shook her hand to him as a go away- sign.
Max just rolled his eyes and took off.
"So, where were we," Harper started again.
"Um, you were saying how you'd sit on Roman's face. For a month." I frowned, kinda disgusted myself.
"Right," Harper said, biting her burger.
"And you'd be able to make that fantasy true." She said with her mouth full of food.
"To be honest, I'm not sure I wanna do something like that," I said.
"And you're willing to throw it all away because of what your mom thinks?" She leaned closer, staring at me through narrowed eyes. "You're crazy."
"Harper, you know my mom. She barely likes you." I said.
"I can't blame her," Harper shrugged, leaning back in her purple-glittery leather booth-chair. "I barely like myself too."
I let out a laugh, rolling my eyes.
"But seriously— if I were you..." she smirked.
"Yeah well, you're not. Thank God, cause I'd be worried about my vagina." I said.
"God, even the fact you use the word vagina!" She blurted out.
I stared at her tiredly.
{ Play; Kungs — Don't You Know }
"Listen, Luna," she said, leaning closer again. "Aren't you even a little curious over why your mom doesn't want you to hang out with Mr Angel-Face?"
I didn't say anything, so she smirked.
"You are, aren't you?" She asked.
I just stared at her.
She let out a happy raspy laugh, leaning back in her chair.
"Oh maaaaan, you are so gonna fuck him."
Then she bit her burger again, and gave me the wiggly eyebrows.
I was driving towards the address Roman had given me, radio playing and there was a frown on my face as I kept on going deeper and deeper to the woods.
There were a lot of trees around me, and I noticed a lake nearby too.
And then I finally stopped.
I stopped in front of a huge mansion, and to be honest I was a little frightened at first. I mean, this place looked like the freaking castle of Frankenstein.
Or at least like there were undead people living inside it. Probably like vampires. And a dungeon filled with crows.
Anyway, I then turned the keys, the music stopping.
(Music off)
I took a breath and got out of my convertible Volkswagen, walking towards the front door of the house.
And I stared at it for a moment, almost chickening out— but then I slammed on the huge knocker.
No answer.
I sighed, and was already turning around to drive away and pretend this never happened, but then;
"Leaving so soon?"
I turned back around and was now standing face to face with Roman.
"Nice house." I commented.
He smiled.
"This old thing?" He joked, and I smiled lightly.
"Come on in," he said.
I did as told.
"Oh my God," I blurted out as I stood in the vestibule. "Your vestibule is bigger than my entire house."
"So don't go snooping around. You might get lost," he winked. "Even I do sometimes. Come on."
He started to walk upstairs and I rushed after him.
As we walked on the big long hallway, I glanced around the old type of furniture and style the place had.
"Your parents not home?" I asked, and just then we stopped at his room's door. At least that's why I supposed we stopped. That, or then he's showing me some big room of pain first.
Then he glanced at me.
"I only have a mom." He said.
"Oh," I said.
Silence.
He opened the door and let me go in first.
I glanced around myself.
"Like it?" He asked.
I didn't answer anything.
"Where do you want me to read your palm?" I just asked.
He smirked.
"Straight to the subject, I see." He said, and held his hand out open towards the carpet.
"Classy." I joked, and sat down to the black velvet carpet.
"If we get on the bed things might go out of hand." He shrugged with a small smirk.
"You really think you can get any girl you want, don't you?" I asked.
"More or less." He shrugged, but I could tell he was still joking.
I stared at him amusedly.
"Alright, Romeo. Give me your hand." I said.
He did as told.
I held his hand in mine softly, staring at the lines he had.
"Wow," I said.
"What?" He asked.
"Your lifeline," I mumbled. "It's like— super long. And it's got these... other lifelines."
"Like I've lived other lives?" He said as if he was making fun of me. "That's odd."
I stared at him.
Then I let go of his hand.
"What, that's it?" He asked. "Call me an old-fashioned fan of prophecy but I was expecting a bit more."
"My mother thinks you're dangerous." I said.
"I'm flattered," he smirked.
"What are you?" I asked, ignoring him.
He raised his brows.
"Come again?" He asked.
"You can read minds and your lifeline is not supposed to be that long and... weird." I frowned.
"Did you just call my lifeline weird?" He tilted his head.
"Why would my mother think you're dangerous?" I narrowed my eyes.
Then the door slammed open, revealing a rather long and big person, with dark hair all over her face.
Naturally, I let out a tiny scream.
And then it occurred to me that it was just the girl from our school. But... but what was she doing at Roman's house?
"Hey, Shelley," Roman said, glancing at me and jumping up. "Is everything okay? Are you hungry?"
She just nodded.
"Okay, go downstairs. I'll be right there." Roman said.
Shelley glanced at me, and then she turned her gaze to Roman.
"She's pretty."
Said a machine-type of voice.
I raised my brows.
"Yeah, I know. Now go downstairs." Roman said amusedly, and off she went.
Then he turned around to face me.
"Why is Shelley from our school at your house?" I asked, confused.
"She's my sister." He said.
My jaw dropped.
"What? No way!" I blurted out.
"Yeah way." He said.
I just stared at him.
"You should probably go," he said.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked. "I drove like twenty minutes here. To the middle of nowhere."
"Look, I have to feed my sister." He said.
I just stared at him.
"You're not gonna leave, are you?" He asked.
"Not before I get my answers." I said.
He sighed.
"Fine," he said. "Just... wait here. And don't touch anything."
I nodded.
And then he walked out.
The second he did and closed the door, I jumped up from the floor.
I made my way over to his writing desk at first.
There was a mirror, and a ton of boxes in front of it. On the left side there was a photo of him and Shelley.
Then I noticed a leathery wristband on the table. There was some sort of a symbol on it. I frowned and grabbed it, staring at the metallic circle on it.
I couldn't exactly get anything out of it— just weird lines.
But this might just be what could give me the answers, for I knew that for some reason I might not get them out of Roman.
So I dropped the wristband and dropped it in my bag.
I was about to turn around from the table and leave the room, but I saw a tiny blue box peeping out of the upper drawer of the desk.
I glanced at the door and took a step back towards the desk and pulled out the box.
TROJAN CONDOMS
SIZE XL
I snorted, shaking my head.
"Yeah, right." I mumbled to myself.
I made my way downstairs, seeing there was a kitchen on the left.
And in the kitchen, I could see Roman putting out a snack for Shelley who was sitting by a counter.
Then I walked to the kitchen.
"Hey um, I'm gonna go," I called from the kitchen door.
"Really? I thought you drove here for 20 minutes." Roman asked with a tiny smirk as he cut the tomato for her sister's sandwich.
"Exactly why I figured I should get moving before dark." I said.
"Right." He said. He glanced at my bag. "Well... I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
I nodded.
"Right." I said.
"Bye," he said, turning his gaze away.
"Bye," I mumbled, glancing at his sister.
"Bye." Said the machine voice again.
"...bye," I said, turning around and walking out.
"Hey mom, I'm home!" I called as I got in.
No answer.
I walked in to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water, and once I closed the door again, I glanced at a yellow paper on it.
AT THE GROCERY STORE
MOM
{ Play; Wolfgang Gartner — Hook Shot }
So as I didn't have to explain it to my mom no more why I was out, I just went straight upstairs to do my research.
I was lying on my bed with my laptop again, and Roman's wristband next to the laptop.
I glanced at the symbol again, and then grabbed my phone and took a picture of it.
I sent it to my computer and opened Google, tapping the Search With Photo- symbol.
The page loaded, showing me multiple similar photos of the symbol.
Symbols of Vampirism
I frowned.
I started scrolling through the google photos, all of them captioned with something about vampires.
"You gotta be kidding me," I mumbled.
The South American vampire culture
Vampires; the symbols
Myths, images and symbols— everything you need to know about vampirism
I stared at the screen.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." I said with more pressure now.
Then I started getting Skype messages.
( music off )
YallNeedHarper: hello?
YallNeedHarper: why aren't you answering my Snapchat
YallNeedHarper: DID YOU FUCK HIM
YallNeedHarper: you sucked his dick right
YallNeedHarper: please tell me you at least kissed . ( with tongue )
I rolled my eyes, opening the conversation.
Luna1996: hey Harper. We didn't do any of that
YallNeedHarper: you're such a pruuuuuuude. How was his house? Did he have a sex dungeon?
I let out a laugh.
Luna1996: omg. Why don't you try to find that one out yourself.
YallNeedHarper: come on, you know I'm dating Bobby. I can't. That's why you gotta
I snorted, shaking my head.
Luna1996: right. I gotta go now. Bye.
YallNeedHarper: I can hear the vibrator all the way over here;-)
"You need help, Harper." I just mumbled to myself amusedly, before closing up my laptop and rolling to my back.
"A vampire?" Harper asked, staring at me with her mouth open.
We were sitting at the school cafeteria.
Then she burst out laughing.
"Shh! Keep it quiet!" I hissed.
"I'm sorry, I just— a vampire?" She whispered, leaning closer. At Hemlock? Come on, Luna. Let's be realistic here."
"That's what I thought," I said, gulping my Diet Coke. "But why else would he have that wristband? And honestly, he is kinda weird."
"Yeah, kinda weird in a mysterious and broody hot-emo type of way, not in a Edward Cullen kinda way," Harper said, leaning back in her chair again. "You've got some imagination, girl."
Then Bobby sat next to her, placing his tray on the table.
"Hey baby," Harper smiled at him, grabbing his face for a kiss.
"Hey," he said, and after the kiss glanced at me. "Hey Luna."
"Hey Bobby," I said quietly.
Him and Harper started making out again, so I sighed and turned my head away from the two of them, and saw Roman walking in to the cafeteria.
I turned my head away, but I could feel his gaze on me during the whole lunch.
After school I started walking towards Roman, who was leaning against his car on the parking lot, smoking a cigarette.
"Are you gonna finish reading my palm?" He asked with a light smirk. "Or are you gonna return me my wristband."
I just stared at him with a slightly opened mouth.
"I read minds, remember?" He asked. "And I figured you must've stolen something to help you snoop your answers, since you just left."
"You and I need to talk," I said, ignoring him.
He smirked.
"I know just the right place," he said. "Hop on in."
He opened his car door and threw his cigarette to the ground, stomping over it. Then he walked to the other side of the car and sat behind the wheel, turning his head towards me as he stared at me and waited for me to get in.
I hesitated at first, but then sat in.
We drove close to his house, but then made a sudden turn to the left.
I glanced at him.
"You're not gonna murder me, are you?" I asked as we drove on a rocky road.
He let out an amused laugh.
"No." he said.
Then he stopped the car, and got out.
We were in front of the lake I noticed last night. But it could be seen better from here.
I stared at him.
"Well come on," he said, sitting to the grass. "Sit down."
Again, I hesitated at first, but then sat down next to him.
"My wristband." He ordered with his hand out.
I scowled at him, pulling the thing out of my bag and tossing it to him.
"Don't be so harsh on it. It's vintage." He said.
"Are you a vampire?" I asked. "Cause that's what the Symbol means. So either you got the wristband as some sort of a weird family-treasure kind of thing, or you shopped it off of Hot Topic."
He raised an amused brow.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"Yeah. I read it from Google." I said.
He looked like he was holding in laughter.
"Really." He said. "Google."
Then he pulled out his pack of cigarettes.
"I'm serious," I said. "Why else would my mom believe you're dangerous?"
"Right," he said. "Cause there's no other explanation. Like my habit of smoking and drinking or the fact that I usually swipe girls off of their feet."
I stared at him as he lit the cigarette and sucked on the other end of it, before blowing out the smoke from between his lips.
"Okay Luna, let's say I was a vampire," he started, turning his head towards me. "And not that Twilight shit. Not a sparkly one. Like, the real deal. Blood-thirst and all that shit. Would you be scared?"
I frowned.
"I don't know." I said. "I... I don't think so."
He smiled, and then snorted.
"Right. You don't think so," he said, turning his gaze to the lake again.
"What do you mean when you say I'm not like the others?" I asked quietly.
He smiled to himself.
"I... I know that too." I said. "I think it first got to me when on freshman year Casie Popper took my place as the head-flyer at our end pyramid and as I got mad and stared at the stunt that was going up, she... she fell down."
Roman turned his head towards me.
"You have my attention," he said.
"Well I mean, I just thought it was like a coincidence or something." I said. "But then one night, last summer, my mom and I, we... had a fight. About Johnny."
"She didn't like Johnny?" He tilted his head. "That's hard to believe."
I knew he was making fun of him.
"She didn't want me to go on his cabin with him." I continued. "Because she kept telling me Johnny was up to something... more. But I insisted on going. So when my mom kept telling me no..."
I turned my head away.
"The clock we had on our kitchen wall burst into millions of pieces." I mumbled, staring off to the lake.
As he didn't say anything I lifted my head and saw him staring at me with a huge smile.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked, weirded out.
"Cause I knew it." He said, jumping up. "Come on, you've gotta meet my mom."
I raised my brows.
"Wait, what?" I asked, and he grabbed my hand.
"Come on!" He started dragging me to his car.