I'm having fun experimenting for future chapters- what do I have to experiment with? You'll all find out soon. Anyways- here is chapter 7!
Chase didn't want to stay with the rest, I could see the disdain in his eyes as he peeked at the crowd around Maya's bed. I nervously kept switching my weight from one foot to the other, finally I built up some courage, "Why don't we go back to the Inn together? Plus, Mayor Hamilton isn't here, he must be at the bar. He's probably waiting for someone to come back." He gave me no words- but instead- a nod of the head. We took off away from the others. Chase ignored Maya when she called for him to stay, but after all, he had a right to leave.
Walking with Chase was so different- The pink clouds had faded as the sun hid, the moon centered in the sky now. The soft wind blowing our hair, silence except for the crunching of gravel beneath our feet. Chase was tense from the start of the walk- Gill had been fine at the beginning of ours. "So where did you learn to bandage wounds like that?" I looked up startled by his sudden question. I was quiet for a few moments, "When I was small my father was a farmer, like I am now. One day he was riding Rose- our horse, and he fell off of her when she'd been spooked by a humongous mole. He'd tumbled down a small hill- He was scrapped all around is torso- back and front.
"I told my mother that I wanted to help take care of getting him patched up. I told her I wanted to bandage him, but she told me I didn't know the special way she always did it. I asked her to show me and she did." I shrugged. Chase looked up at the moon, "Your parents must be interesting people." My eyes narrowed, "They were." "Were?" I sighed, I didn't want to explain it all to him, so I just said, "My parents both died when I was fifteen." He stopped walking, and I did when I noticed he had. "You were orphaned?" I gulped, "Yes." He softened a bit, "I'm sorry."
"What? I mean- for what?" I was a tiny bit suspicious of him now. He frowned and looked me in the eyes. "For everything." I backed up I tiny bit. "For hating you, for ignoring you, for insulting you, for -… kissing you…" I blushed then hung my head, "Don't resent any of it." I kept walking towards the Inn, he followed me in silence. When we opened the doors to the Inn the first thing we saw was Mayor Hamilton sitting at a table chugging a drink, with about a hundred empty wine glasses around him. When he saw us he pouted. "Hmp! I hoped to be gone before anyone came back!!! Anyways- where were you all?"
Chase and I glanced at each other before I said, "Chase and Gill almost committed Man Slaughter. So Maya is in the Clinic- I swear half the town is crowded around her bed…" The Mayor gasped at this news and let out a long- girlish shout. He tried for the door but Chase had already blocked it, "Not until you pay for your personal party of fifty, Hamilton!" The mayor pffted, and dug around in his pocket for what seemed like forever. Finally he pulled out an ancient looking money carrier, and unlatched the front of it. He pulled out about a million gold then scurried out of the Inn on his fat little legs.
Chase and I were alone again, I rushed forth to the table at which Hamilton had been sitting. "I can start to clear this table." I started to collect cups as Chase proceeded to head to the kitchen. It was a continuous process, I'd stack some of the cups, and bring them into the kitchen to be washed. I'd scrub and scrub- the whole time Chase would silently be watching me out of the corner of his eye, as he began to start a pot of the soup of the day. It seemed like hours, years, decades, centuries, eternity alone with Chase at the inn- as he continues to stare from the corner of his eye…
By the time I've finished the remainder of the cups, no one has come back. I started to wonder why, then decided not to strain myself, I thrust the idea to the back of my head. I sat at the bar and watched Chase finish up his soup then store it, he then turned back to me, "Can I get you anything? Something for the warm winter night?" I sighed, and rested my head on one of my elbows, "What I want I know you could never make…" His eye brows connected, "Never?" I nodded. He sighed too, "What would that be then?" I shook my head, "I don't know what it's called or how its made… I don't know what ingredients it used. I know that it was a warm chocolate sweet, with a hint of vanilla and a heavenly scent. It was tangible love… My mother used to make it for me every winter, and she'd always kiss my nose.
"My father would smile, and my mother would laugh, I want to taste it one more time! I want to hear my mothers laughter one more time, and see my fathers smile one more time. If I have it, maybe I'll remember her voice that I've long since forgotten, or his face which I've long since forgotten. But the recipe it seems was brought to their graves'." Chase looked at me with a pained expression. I buried my head in my arms, I thought Chase might yell at me for something- then I was surprised, "I want to help you find it."
I looked up at him, "What?" He knelt down so our faces were at the same level, "I want to help you, Akari. I've been an orphan since birth, so I don't know how it feels to of had some one there, then lose them. I'll never know what it's like to have some one care for me like that, but I can only imagine it must be heart braking to lose it." My tears kept coming faster and faster, "Akari." I opened my eyes again to look back at Chase's intense stare. I couldn't completely tell through my crying, but I'm pretty sure he kissed my nose…
I'm probably being cliche aren't I?
So that's what I'm experimenting, I am trying to make a completely new Sweet...I'm going to get fat before I pick one!!! ToT I'm debating- cookies, cakes, cupcakes, homemade chocolate??? A cookie/cupcake/cake/chocolate combo???
