disclaimer!
Me: Skye do you want to say it?
Skye: sure, but does this mean I make some cool new friends?
Me: sure... "friends" being an understatement
Skye: ok... thats normal...
Me: Please just get the disclaimer over with so I can continue with the story?
Skye: Charlotte does not own house of anubis or the chocolate box series or any of the characters used, just the story.
Me: much appreciated... now... where was I:
Skyes POV:
Again I find the words leaving my lips before I can stop them, The air is so creamy and clean, not tinged with the bittersweet beach smell from back home, of lemonade, sea salt and coconut sun tan lotion.
"This house is beautiful" I manage to whisper through my awe, the carving is Ancient Eygptian, swirling tides, merpeople, Anubis himself is painted on to a creepy sarcophagaus on the wall.
"This place must be so... so..." My hands are flittering around in the air searching for the right words, but they arent there, there are no words to describe the sights building up like sunflowers around me.
The afternoon sun flows through the beaded windows, striking the crystals of the chandelier above me, pooling me in a mimick of yellow Paris light.
My eyes flicker closed as I absorb the gentle whispers of the creaking house, age has not crumpled it, only made its power stronger.
"I think the word your searching for is dull, boring perhaps?" a voice drawls in my ear, startling me in to jumping back with wide eyes.
A chuckle bubbles up like water from the voice of the stranger ,as I turn to see the person who so silently crept up behind me.
My heart stops as I meet his eyes; they are blue, like forget me nots only more alive and shining, deep like the ocean but not as violent, they have depth and warmth and ice all at once, I watch the laughter close up as I star at him in sielnce, the eyes become wary and cold all at once.
Desperate to keep those eyes as they were when the laughter of his beautiful smile met them I whisper, "Im sorry, Im new here, Im Skye, sorry that I was so startled by you its just I-I'm not very good with strangers..."
I do my best to keep my eyes on the ground, but my lashes have a life of their own allowing me to look up through the long spidery lashes in to his beautiful eyes once more.
My beating heart is a hummingbirds wings, pumping silver through my veins every time his eyes light up, the silver etching in to my heart words, words that are his name. I realise Im staring now but I cannot stop myself, he is like the boys I read about in history books, boys from long ago I have searched my whole life to find, never succeeding and yet here he is right in front of me... yet still I do not know his name...
"Evidently" he murmurs, circling me like a wolf, each circle bringing him closer to me.
I clench my fists, the nails digging in to the skin, in order to maintain composure around the nameless angel that imprison's me here in the corridor. Why did Trudy have to leave me alone here to go and fetch the others, who knows how long she'll be!
"oh?" I enquire to his previous statement, as I feel the warmth radiating from his skin to mine as he approaches.
"Evidently your not good with strangers," his finger reachers out and pulls on a strand of my hair, subtracting the previous seriousness of the tense room and creating one of laughter.
"For example, you could have asked me my name" he offered, his fingers stroking his chin in thought.
"ok then, what is your name?" I mock his accent, the way he speaks so flawlessly and fail miserably, but he laughs at me any way.
"Im Jerome," he smirks, "but inferiors refer to me as king Clarke" his chest puffs up in pride and he smiles down at me as I shrink from his hidden height when he had been slumped on the staircase railing.
"And you are?" he cues.
"Try and guess" I offer, and he nods already in thought.
"Let me think, are you an... Amelie?" I shake my head, although the name sounds nice like some thing from a ballet.
"Sapphire?" the closeness to my name makes my heart race even faster, " your getting warmer" I nod.
"Indigo?" I smile " to dark a shade of blue, guess again"
"Skye?" My smile fades in shock, " your good," I nod my smile returning.
He returns the smile, his eyes remaining as they were when he laughed before.
"How did you know my name?" I ask shyly looking down again, pinching my hands behind my back to make sure that this isnt all just some wonderful dream and Im going to wake up to Summer talking about ballet classes, and CoCo shoving a wagon wheel in to my face saying its a "breakfast revolution". I mean I love my sisters, even Honey, but this boy he's different, I already feel Ive known him my entire life, not mere minutes.
"Your eyes," he replies, startling me from my reverie.
He is gazing upon me warmly, "your eyes are skye blue"
"Like yours," I reply beaming up at him, before realising what I had said.
We both looked away blushing, smiling like mad idiots, Im guessing he's shy to, although his previous charm and flirtatious manners seem to suggest not always, that there is a hidden side to him.
"I hope your what Ive been looking for" I heard Jerome whisper under his breath as he smiled down at me.
"Me to" I found myself grinning.
Another blonde haired boy, much shorter than Jerome, walked out in to the corridor then, a foot ball under his sweaty arm pit.
Ah, every highschool has a jock.
"Hi Im Mick" he offers a palm to me after wiping his fore head with it.
Sweat creeps me out so I stay silent and frozen observing him warily. He doesnt seem to bad, but theres some thing about him that unnerves me.
Jeromes compuser has suddenly become silent also, he stands there frozen like a statue, eyes icy and steely like a dolls.
"She can do better than you Mick" Jerome growls.
"What you you gerk?" Mick laughs. I flinch and back up so that Im standing behind Jerome.
Micks goofy grin drops and he scowls at me "first impressions are every thing blondie, this is my school not yours," the menace of Micks words drops on me and I shiver.
Jerome grasps my hand behind his back, causing me to gasp as he gently pulls me through to the dining room. Im guessing Mick had come to get us for lunch because all of the other house members are already seated.
Jerome leads me to a seat beside him, I am grateful for his quickly earned friendship, surely my startled rabbit eyes have given away the fact that I feel a mouse around every one even those I am taller than. But he's different...
I wonder if this is what Cherry meant when she said "when you find the right guy you'll know" all that time ago...
"Alfie please, no food fights tonight, you to Jerome, give the new girl a peace offering?" A blonde haired girl in pink offers, tapping her nails tiredly on the table, whilst resting her chin in her palm.
"But Amber, you promised you were ok with the food fights as long as I didnt speak about aliens any more?" a boy with raven hair grumbled from his seat next to her.
"I agree with Amber, Alfie" Jerome smiles down at me "A peace offering to Skye."
"Fine!" the boy called Alfie crossed his arms across his chest and the sound of shuffling shoes as he attempeted to kick Jerome was heard through the momentary silence.
"Hi" a girl with wild wavy hair waves over at me "Im Nina, Im relatively new here to, but dont worry you'll fit right in" The boy next to her picks up her hand, she blushes scarlett tomato red.
"Im Fabian," he beams not removing his gaze from Nina's.
"The Romeo and Juliet," I find myself murmuring.
They blush and look away, the girl called Amber squeals some thing about their undying love and how it is so obvious whilst the conversation bursts back in to full swing.
At the opposite end of the table two girls are sat by one another, one of them with brightly coloured highlights in her hair and head phones in her ears, the other silent, her nose buried in a book, large chocolate yes twinkling away in a distant place.
The girl with the highlights looks up at me and grins, "Hey newbie Im Patricia and this is Mara if you were wondering" her eyes flicker over to Jeromes, he glares back and slowly shakes his head as though to signal a no.
She looks back to her ipod leaving me to see a confused Mara wave at me before returning to the pages of her novel.
Myself and Jerome continue to watch them for a few moments, before Jerome turns to me and smiles.
"Welcome to Anubis house, Skye... sorry I didnt catch your last name?" his eyes search mine playing the guessing game, I dont think he'll be as successful this time though.
"Skye, Skye Tanberry" I reply, tracing the cherry oak patterns on the table with my eyes.
"Jerome, Jerome Clarke, pleasure to make your aquaintance" he took my hand, shook it and didnt let go.
When he did let go, looking away with pink tinted cheeks, part of me wanted to reach out and take his hand back, while the rest of me revelled in the fact that I already might have fallen in love with a boy who lives in Victorian house.
Just as I feel I am about to swoon with happiness, Trudy walks in balancing plates on her arms, laying them neatly in front of each of us.
The dish is small. pasta salad, my favourite to take on beach picnics, but this doesnt come out loud this time.
So the plates are cleared by us eating instead of these seemingly regular food fights.
As I help Trudy clear up the dishes I cant help but watch as the others seperate from the table and Jerome slumps of alone up to his room, but I redirect myself in to conversation with Trudy.
Jerome could wait for now, I had washing up to do.
Then why did part of me yell out loud that already I had let my heart entwine to quickly with the hope of being loved by some one else.
Because... another part of me whispered... because you already have...
