DISCLAIMER: If I owned Coraline, Wybie would have been in the books. God, that boy is CUTE!!!
My first Coraline fic but not my first fanfiction. I saw the movie and fell IN LOVE. I remember seeing the book throughout my childhood but never reading it. What a fool I was. Altho, Wybie wasn't in it, so my experience would be cut a wee bit short.
I have heard, though, that the book itself is superb even without Wybourn's presence!
Read on!
GOLDEN SLuMBERS
-
Dream one
-
The rain let up in the afternoon.
Coraline smiled.
Sun shined gaily into the classroom; the light fell in broken shafts like uncooked pasta. This created a glare on the television screen which woefully deprived half of the classroom the visuals necessary to study the birthing habits of the African giraffe.
Her pencil fell quietly from her limp hand, her glazed eyes looking (But never seeing) the mushy green vegetation beyond the window.
The clock ticked the hour past; how much longer was there to go?
Little nightmares crept along her hazy gaze. They yanked her eyelids back and buttoned her eyes. Their little sharp fingers stitched a zipper to her mouth and pierced her nose. They yanked angrily at her cerulean hair and replaced it with bulky knots of yarn. The little demons knocked her back and suspended her in a liquid vacuum – and she was flaccid and … content.
The ringing of a bell woke her. The class was dispersing and she was smearing drool from her thin lips. She suddenly grew itchy at the thought of zippers.
In her drowsy state, her fluid movements proved whimsical and stuffy. It was as though the hallway were performing a waltz with her; the children acting as rat soldiers and she, the queen of the sugar plum fairies.
Down the hall, around the corner, beside someone's vomit, above a toppled trashcan; she was greeted with the back lot. Gym fields, dirt and the faculty parking lot all swathed in sunshine and glorious heat (Even Cat wouldn't resist.)
She felt the heavy curtains of her eyelids sink slowly and her lead lolled back – and the little nightmares hissed happily behind her brain, lying in wait.
Chained to a sign pole was Wybourn's motorbike; the argument of getting an actual motorcycle was still in play with Grandma Lovat, so the term 'motorbike' was applied to brush up standard. The sign the pole bared read 'Band Director' in bold black on yellow – alas, there was no band to speak of, which cured the schools need for a director. And Wybourn cured the need of someone to park there.
Coraline lazily sauntered to the 'vehicle' and set her bag in the square basket that Wybie had been such a doll to weld to his bike. As she reminisced about the modifications he had made for her, she slowly fell back, sleep blanketing her consciousness.
The sun threw down heated rolls of sunshine across the afternoon. The thick ocean of tepidity lulled her to a nap – in the back of her mind, Coraline could feel the hot sting of a car door along her spine. Her brain sluggishly slid from reality and fell into a lackadaisical flop.
And an ice age struck without abandon. And he did it with a smile and a merry jingle of keys.
"Sleep much, Jonesy?" She lifted her eyes and shifted her cool gaze along his figure. He was swift in unlatching the chain and throwing his leg over the homebuilt contraption.
"Are you going to sleep on Mr. Blaylocks' car or are you coming home?" He cheekily stated.
Ever persistent, sleep jilted her mind like a creamy fog about her brain. She shifted onto the backseat and wrapped her arms around his middle.
With every bump on the road, her chin gently bounced on Wybourn's shoulder.
Wybourn smiled happily all the way home.
- LA FIN -
A/N: Talk about cheese, huh? I think there will be another one, but it depends. How cheesy are yall gonna let me get? I'm worst than a pot of fondue, people. The next chapter – whoo, it's pretty bad. But those are the musings of midschool and sleep deprivation.
Lemme know what yall think and MAYBE I'll put up another chapter.
~Molly