(Disclaimer: Me: I do not own Twilight. Or Sweeney Todd. Nor did I write either of them.
Edward & Anthony from Sweeney Todd: Good job.
Me: Can I have a cookie now?
E & A: Okay. (Gives me a cookie))
As the kiss ended, and we separated, I heard the sound of a suppressed giggle. I hurriedly jerked away from Anthony, and saw that we now had a small audience. Our interrupters consisted of Alice, the source of the giggle, Jasper, looking as withdrawn as always, and openly chuckling Edward, and a very embarrassed-looking Bella. I hadn't heard them come in!
"Are we interrupting something?" Edward raised an eyebrow, and my face turned as red as my hair.
"Um… well, you see…" I stammered, my face turning an even deeper shade of crimson. I stood up, and Anthony followed. Contrary to my behavior, Anthony didn't seem uncomfortable in the least. Alice glanced at me, smiling jubilantly.
"I knew it!" She gloated. "I knew there was something going on between you two!" I bit my lip in utter mortification, fiddling with a strand of hair that had fallen out of my bun.
"Wow, would you look at the time! I have to go… away now." I spluttered, grabbing my CD player, and my Sweeney Todd case, and getting out of there to the safety of my room as quickly as possible.
I collapsed on my bed, sticking my headphones on. I covered my eyes with a pillow, shutting out all sources of light, and turned on my favorite song of all time: "Johanna". The melody had always seemed soothing, and the lyrics had always struck me as quite romantic, especially now that I actually knew someone named Anthony. As a young girl, I had often longed to be Johanna. I sighed as the gentle melody started, followed by the lyrics.
I
feel you, Johanna,
I feel you.
I was half convinced I'd
waken,
Satisfied enough to dream you.
Happily I was
mistaken,
Johanna.
I'll steal you, Johanna,
I'll steal you.
Do they think that walls could hide you?
Even now, I'm at your
window.
I am in the dark beside you,
Buried sweetly in your
yellow hair!
I feel you, Johanna,
And one day I'll steal
you!
Till I'm with you then,
I'm with you there,
Sweetly
buried in your yellow hair!
The song was followed by one, then another, and, before I knew it, I was asleep. When I awakened, the sun (or, what passed for sun in this town) was beginning to set. How long had I been asleep? I yanked my headphones off, leaping off the bed. I tore down the stairs, and collided with Anthony, who was on his way up the stairs. Anthony was fine, but I nearly toppled over, but, luckily, he caught me by the arm before gravity could take its course.
"You okay?" He studied my face carefully.
"I'm fine." I nodded. He didn't release my arm.
"I meant emotionally. You seemed pretty… mortified earlier." I looked down.
"Oh, yeah, by the way, how long was I asleep?" He shrugged.
"A few hours, I suppose. You're changing the subject." He said accusingly.
"Yeah, I know, I overreacted. I'm always doing that, aren't I?" I frowned, still looking down. Anthony took my chin in his hand, lifting my face so that he could meet my gaze.
"A little bit, yeah, but that's not your fault. It's fine." He smiled reassuringly.
"Um...what time is it?" I struggled to think.
"It's about six thirty." My eyes widened in shock. I freed my arm, walking past him.
"I'm gonna get something to eat, okay?" I strode down the stairs with as much dignity as possible.
Later that night, I sat on my bed in the dark, in my pajamas, looking at my framed picture of me and my mother. My eyes filled with tears as I remembered that she was probably dead now. I squeezed my eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the tears, but they brimmed over, streaming down my face. An arm wrapped around my shoulders, and, pretty soon, the tears stopped.
"Is that your mother?" The sound of his voice was even more comforting to me than usual. I nodded.
"Yeah, her name was Jasmine. I inherited my hair from her, my eyes too. She had to raise me alone, my father died before I was born. When she found out I was telekinetic, she didn't panic like anyone else would have. Instead, she just told me that it was okay, that it was fine, sometimes better, to be different. I was nine years old." I bit my lip as the tears threatened to return.
"Shh, it's okay." He murmured. "Just my mom raised me too. My parents were divorced. We used to go on hikes in the woods, and, when we got home, we watched the sun set." I smiled, and then giggled.
"My mom and I watched reruns of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"" I grinned. "Thanks for talking to me about this." I turned serious.
"Do you want to sleep now?" He whispered. I nodded, and he started to leave.
"Wait! Could you stay with me?"
"Yeah, sure I will."
"Thank you." The time passed, and I fell asleep in his arms.
( Author's note: Hehe. That chapter was REALLY long. So there. Yo guys rule so much! Thanks for reading this! ;) )
