I'm having enough trouble updating my current stories. So what do I do? I write a different story for a completely different fandom. I'm digging my own grave. It's actually kinda fun.
The Coraline Movie was epic. So there.
WybiexCoraline forever.
It was the very last day of summer in the small town of Ashland, Oregon. Not many children lived in said town, honestly, but none of the few that did were looking forward to another nine months of forced educational imprisonment. Despite all the complaining that was made clear to her, though, Coraline Jones was convinced that it was she who hated the idea most of all. First of all, she had to wear a stupid gray uniform, which, despite her much desired new gloves, was still very unappealing.. Next, she had no idea what the place was going to be like, and last but not least, she didn't know anyone there.
"Hey, Jonesy!"
Well, maybe she knew one person.
Coraline stopped walking through the Pink Palace Apartments garden to look back at the boy who had called her name. Well, her nickname. The low growl of his homemade motor bike assured her that it was indeed her neighbor, Wybourne Lovat. With a horrifying trifocal skeleton mask and matching gloves, anyone but Coraline would be terrified of the monster-like figure speeding toward her, but the girl looked particularly unaffected by his odd choice of dress.
Wybie's motorbike slowed to a stop as he got closer to her, and he lifted up his mask, revealing the mop of dark curly hair that framed his face, and, by the looks of how bushy it was, added at least two inches to his height.
"Check out what me and Cat found," Wybie began, stumbling slightly in his rush to dismount his bike. Aforementioned cat hopped off the back of the bike and weaved in between Coraline's legs, giving her a meow that she took as a greeting. Coraline looked back up at Wybie only to come face to face with a snail that was just inches away from her nose.
"Ack!" Coraline, stumbled back half a step, her expression disgusted, "don't do that!"
"May I introduce you to Super Snail," Wybie announced, and Coraline laughed as he did an imitation of Mr. Bobinski announcing his Mouse Circus, "my latest gastropod companion."
"What happened to Slugzilla?" Coraline asked, "you run him over with your bike?"
"No," Wybie looked offended, but Coraline stared back at him in disbelief, "it just so happens that Grandma stepped on him."
"Uh-huh," Coraline quirked an eyebrow, and she knew why Wybie had come to her with the snail, "you got your camera?"
"Yup!" Wybie handed her the dingy old camera, "I could use a new one…" he murmured to himself.
"You mean I could use a new one," Coraline corrected him as she positioned the camera, "I use this thing more than you do."
"Point taken."
"Now, strike a pose, Lovat," Coraline snickered as Wybie once again pulled off enough grotesque and hilarious poses to fill a photo album. You'd be surprised to see what one can do with a snail.
"If you don't make it as a…techno, mechanical geek thing, you could have an exciting career as a model." Coraline chuckled.
"Oh really?" Wybie crossed his arms and smirked.
"Yeah, so long as they don't take any pictures of your face."
Wybie frowned, "you're hilarious."
"Why thank you," Coraline took a bow, her blue hair falling over her face in the process. When she rose up once again she tried to blow her bangs out of her eyes. Wybie began to laugh, and in return she shoved him.
"Did you just shove me, Jonesy?" he asked her, scowling, "I know you did not just shove me."
"I might've," Coraline said coolly, "did it feel like this?" She gave him another playful push.
"Nah, felt more like this," Wybie pushed her back, and Coraline, unprepared, fell on her butt in the dirt.
Cat merely sat on a nearby stone watching the two, his eyes glittering with amusement as Wybie made the mistake of holding out his hand to help her up. The tenacious Coraline pulled him down on the ground with her. They glared at each other for a moment, but soon burst out laughing.
Both Wybie and Coraline had been rather unfriendly when they first met. Coraline thought Wybie talked too much, and Wybie thought Coraline was interesting, but way too negative about when she had first moved to the Pink Palace Apartments. However, the two had grown closer as Coraline got settled in to her new home, but the clincher had been that, well, Wybie had saved her life.
Shortly after Coraline had moved to Ashland, she had stumbled upon another world. Another world where everything in her life was better, more exciting, but one that was quickly revealed to be a spider web built to ensnare her. When she had come to Wybie for help, he didn't believe her in the least, and it hadn't helped when she threw her shoes at him either. But whatever he did or did not believe, he saw that Coraline was in trouble that night, and saved her. She saved him too, of course, but in a different way. She was the first kid he had ever known that didn't like him at first sight, but then began to tolerate him. That was a victory for him, an odd one, but a victory nonetheless.
"So," Wybie began after he and Coraline stopped laughing, "you ready for school?"
Coraline sighed and frowned, "no. I don't want to go to school here."
"Would you rather be back in, uh…" Wybie trailed off.
"Pontiac." Coraline finished, "and no. Don't wanna go to school there, either. But there we don't have uniforms."
"The uniforms aren't so bad." Coraline could easily tell Wybie was lying through his teeth.
"Bet they make you take off your mask."
"Well yeah," Wybie admitted, "but I really only needed it in elementary school anyway. Scaring first graders was cool."
"Sixth grade is gonna suck," Coraline went on, "I heard so from my cousin."
"Is this the cousin that has seven Chihuahuas, or the one that washes his hands too much?" Wybie asked. He had learned in the months he had known Coraline that she had a rather eccentric extended family.
"The one that's convinced her rabbit talks to her." Coraline said indifferently.
"Maybe she's not the best source."
"Yeah, you're right." Coraline muttered, "but that doesn't mean it won't suck."
"Come on, you'll make a bunch of friends, and then you won't be forced to hang with me anymore." Though Wybie smiled as he said this, Coraline could tell he wasn't to excited about that fact.
"Eh, maybe in my busy schedule I could find time to help you look for…whatever it is you wanna look for next."
"I dunno, I'm thinking snakes. Snakes would be cool, as long as Grandma doesn't see them."
"As long as I don't see them either," Coraline stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Snakes are gross."
"You're gross," Wybie countered.
"You're grosser," Coraline scowled.
"You're grotesque."
"You smell!"
"You're face makes babies cry!"
"You're face makes puppies cry!"
"Puppies can't cry, Coraline."
"Well then I guess you're pretty gross then, Wybourne."
"Well, you--" Wybie turned around as he heard his name. "Grandma," he muttered. He turned to Coraline, all signs of aggression gone, "gotta go."
"Later, Snail Boy!" Coraline called as he mounted his motorbike.
"See you at school, Jonesy!"
Coraline felt fur against her legs and looked down, relieved to see it was only Cat. His blue eyes looked up at her, and she just smiled.
"Looks like you're bunking with me tonight, Cat. Try to cut back on the birds on the windowsill this time."
Cat gave a noncommittal mew, showing that he was making no promises.
This WILL have a nice, Coraline-ish plot, y'know? Just don't want to rush into it quite yet.