Why hello again! Nice to see you! Back for more, are we? :) Good to see! Anywho, I thought I might add a touch of CxW fluff to this chapter. ^_^ Not much but… Ya know. Anyway. I do NOT own Coraline. (If I did, they'd be about 3 sequels already. Lol.) Now, I think you're tired of reading my rambling, so onto chapter 2! :D
Wybie tucked his hands away in his pockets as Coraline opened the door with a smile. "Oh H-hey, Jonesy…" Was he nervous? Yes. After all this time, Wybie still had to mind what he said around Coraline. She still had that nasty temper of hers that had haunted him for the past two years.
But he didn't care.
You see, even though he knew Coraline liked to seem tough, behind that he had seen that she was a caring girl. And Wybie admired that.
But it wasn't just that. Wybie had known Coraline a while now, and over that time, he began to realise that he cared for her so much, he felt like he would die if she wasn't here. He probably would have died without Jonesy all those years ago…
"Oh hey." Coraline's reply snapped him out of a daydream and he smiled. "It's the weekend, right? Because to be honest, if it is still magically Friday, well I don't give a damn."
Wybie laughed, and the girl half skipped, half jumped out onto the porch. "So um…Coraline… About Mr Bobinsky…" The awkward young teen began.
"Wybie, we are never going to that mouse circus again. I swear. So if you want to see disobedient mice running free around the apartment you can go yourself."
"Uh… W-Well, no it wasn't that, it's just… The garden…."
When he paused, Coraline's eye twitched. Then twitched again, and her face dropped. "What has that crazy loon done to my precious flower patches?" She snarled, and Wybie backed down in fear.
"N-Nothing! Well… Not to your flowers…." He muttered, and Coraline raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean…?"
"Just… Come with me, and you can see for yourself." He mumbled moodily, and took a hold of Coraline's wrist lightly. He felt the girl resist at first, frightened at what she would see, but gave in at another gentle tug.
The two set off down the path together, and Wybie kept muttering something inaudible under his breath, But Coraline could easily tell whatever the crazy blue man had done, it had upset the tan teenage boy.
When they finally did reach the outskirts of the colourful skirts that lead into Coraline territory, the girl stood mouth agape at the scene before them. Wybie's section was dead. Completely dead. The only colour was coming from the partially buried beets, and Coraline felt anger blaze within her. She had GIVEN him his own section, so why had he dismantled Wybie's section?
Coraline's heart sank further when she looked at her friend. She could read all of his emotions that he was trying to hide.
Distraught… Hurt… Irritated… Angry…
Depressed.
Yet why? Wybie had come over every day of course, so he had put in a lot of effort, and pain staking hours, but he looked like he was genuinely going to cry. "Wybie… Are you ok?"
Wybie looked up in shock, surprised by the rare sympathy and softness of her voice. She had rarely addressed him in that way. "H-huh? Oh… Umm… Yeah, I guess. N-no use crying over ruined garden, Eh?" He laughed half-heartedly.
Coraline blinked. "Dude… You looked like you was gonna cry. Tell me what's up." She sat down on a bench she and Wybie had built last year, when they had persevered through the cold harsh winter.
Wybie shrugged, and slowly sank into the seat beside her. "It's… It's nothing really, It's just I was gonna grow you some roses- I heard they're one of your favourite flowers." Wybie mentally kicked himself. That last part was supposed to stay in his head. And yet he had blurted it out, being distracted by her big, beautiful, brown eyes…
Another mental kick.
Coraline felt a small blush in her cheeks, though she pulled herself together and gave Wybie a gentle punch in the arm. "You're such a big softie." She laughed and smiled. "Although… Thanks. It's nice to know I can rely on someone." She gave him a brief hug and Wybie blushed furiously, trying to hide it from Coraline by looking away.
"S-so… I guess I'm gonna have to start all over again, huh?"
"I guess, but you don't need to worry about it. I don't care how long it takes, I will help you fix this place up, and I will murder Mr Bobinsky for getting you in this situation in the first place!" She grinned determinedly. Wybie couldn't help but laugh.
"Well then, we better get started. First we'll need to go down town to get some more seeds, of course." Wybie stood up and grinned. "We can take my bike. I added some sweet custom on it. I've been wanting to take it out for a spin."
"Show off." Coraline sniggered, rolling her eyes.
The engine roared angrily like an untamed beast as the two teenagers sped down into the beginning of the settlement, later that afternoon.
Wybie was right, he had customised him bike, now fake flames raced down to back. Coraline swore that they were real at first glance, and when Wybie said he had painted them on, she didn't believe him.
But now here he was, sniggering behind his skull helmet that had been worn every time he had ridden his bike for the past 3 years or so, with Coraline holding on around his waist for dear life on the back seat.
There was a pothole in the road and Coraline felt like screaming, she had lost grip and thought she was going to fall off and into the road, but she managed to grab a hold of him once more and hugged him tighter, fearing for her life. No time to even realise that she was hugging her best friend. Just stay alive… Stay alive… Stay alive…
When they did finally make it to the small florist's shop, the roar of the engine was silenced as suddenly as it had begun; there was a silence that lasted for a few seconds before Coraline realised the busy noised around her. She hadn't moved, and Wybie had flipped up his helmet to turn and look at her.
"Umm… We're here Jonesy…" He muttered quietly, as if he didn't want to awaken her from a deep sleep.
Coraline still didn't move, and for a chilling moment, Wybie thought her heart had stopped.
But then he felt a huge, long sigh of relief between his shoulder blades and he laughed. "Seriously, don't do that."
Coraline looked up, and Wybie stifled a laugh. Coraline was in a complete daze, her eyes darting dizzily from place to place.
"Murhruh…" She tried to speak, but Wybie's jacket ruined to words.
Instead of repeating what she had said, she just weakly got off Wybie's bike, her legs threatening to collapse underneath her. They felt like jelly…
Wybie jumped over and stood beside her. "Dude are you ok…?"
Coraline shot him a glare. "I'm not a dude!" She punched him in the arm and he recoiled.
"Oowww!" The boy whined, and Coraline's face softened.
"Sorry… Yeah I'm fine." Coraline had often tried to control her temper- and over the years, Wybie had become less and less her punching bag, and more and more her best friend. But that hadn't stopped her having the typical mood swings that came with being a teenage girl.
Wybie shrugged it off. " S'alright…" He mumbled, and looked up at the startlingly colourful shop. Compared to the surrounding bleak grey buildings, this one was painted a light pink, with flowers painted not only on the sign, but all over the walls and windows. Flowers were displayed at the front in assembled bouquets, all in a variety of colours. Wybie was overwhelmed- Reds, Blues, Purples, Pinks, Oranges, Almost every colour imaginable covered the area of his eyesight and he grinned.
Possibilities…
The two stood outside the shop with dozens of little packets in each of their hands, and Wybie was relieved when Coraline offered to place them in a handy little bag that she had taken. Once stored safely, they made for home, and once again, Coraline threated over every little bump in the road.
But when the two did finally arrive, Coraline suddenly felt like she didn't want to get off. She wanted to stay. The same sensation she had had at the flower shop.
"Jonesy… Jonesy, seriously, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were sleeping." Wybie nudged her, and Coraline snapped back into reality.
"Huh…? Oh, I… Um… Thanks…" She smiled, leaping off the back of Wybie's bike.
"You know… I should be thanking you. For… Ya know. Helping me with my part of the garden and stuff…" He reached into his pocket and what he pulled out nearly made Coraline's heart stop. She gasped and reached forward gently, as Wybie let his grasp on the flower go.
" 'Cause… Ya know… I heard they're one of your favourite flowers." A rose.
