Hi guys! Since I got 0 reviews on my last chapter after it had been up for 58 days, I decided to go ahead and post this one. It's kinda funky, but yeah. Anyway, I'm proud to say that I am now a high school GRADUATE, as of June 5th. I started these stories in April of my freshman year (3 years ago.) Anyway, see you at the bottom! ~DP55
Eight
Ruth
I'd gone to bed early that night. After Tintin had explained everything to me, I finished my dinner, cleaned up the table, kissed Tintin, and went to bed. The next morning, I awoke to a body sleeping next to me. I shifted, sitting up quickly, only to relax when I saw it was Tintin. He was curled up under a blanket, head resting on my extra pillow, sound asleep. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering his name. "Tintin," I murmured, "Wake up." He groaned and opened his eyes, smiling when he saw me. "What are you doing in here?"
"My room was cold," he mumbled, yawning, "I couldn't sleep, so I came in here."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"Because you looked like an angel." He sat up and leaned over to kiss me softly, his lips trailing across my cheek before returning to my lips once more. "My angel."
"Do you think you'll go see Isabelle today?" Tintin asked. He was scarfing down his breakfast. I shrugged, scrubbing the pan I'd cooked our eggs in. There was a knock at the door at this moment, and I went to get it. "No, stay here," he instructed, striding through the parlor towards the door. He opened it, and Isabelle and Ruth stood there in the doorway, smiling.
"You must be Tintin!" Isabelle exclaimed cheerfully. He smiled and opened the door wider.
"Nollie, your friends are here," he called, inviting them in. "C'mon, girls, it's chilly out." I walked into the parlor, greeted my friends, invited them to sit down, and offered them tea before I noticed Isabelle was shooting my outfit a questioning look. Confused, I looked at my dress and realized that I was still in my. nightgown.
"If you'll excuse me," I flushed, rushing up to my room as fast as I possibly could, pulling on a royal blue dress with long sleeves, quickly brushing my hair, braiding it, and pinning it up against the back of my head. I was looking myself over in the mirror when there were footsteps on the stairs and Tintin entered my room. He walked up behind me and rested his head on my shoulder, beaming. "What?" I smirked, looking at him.
"You look beautiful, Angel. Don't worry about what they're going to think." He kissed my cheek. "I love you."
"I love you more," I grinned, kissing him before walking out of the room.
"I love your dress," Isabelle gasped when I walked into the room. "It's such a pretty color! Where did you get it?"
"I uh…I don't remember, honestly." Isabelle laughed, and Ruth smiled. "So what brings you two over here?"
"Ruth has something for you," Isabelle began, turning towards Ruth. "She found it in her coat pocket—"
"Iz," Ruth chided, "I can tell her on my own, thank you." Isabelle shrugged and murmured an apology. "Anyway, I found this in my coat pocket last night, and I know it's yours…I'm so sorry for accidentally taking it…" She reached into her pocket and pulled out something jingly, holding it by its chain.
"My ring!" I shrieked, tears beginning to brim in my eyes. "You have no idea how worried I was about this—" Tintin walked down the stairs then, and I got up to show him. "Tintin!" I beamed, "Look what Ruth found!" I showed him the ring, and he smiled, kissing my forehead.
"I knew it would turn up, sweetheart."
Isabelle and Ruth stayed for a few hours, talking about school and Isabelle buzzed about Wesley. He'd come over to her house the day before, to meet with her brother, Ethan, who attended his school. Oddly enough, instead of hanging around Ethan, Wesley hung around with Isabelle—stirring up Ethan's curiosity. "He's totally onto me," Isabelle laughed, "I won't tell him that I fancy Wesley, never, but I think he knows."
Later that evening, I was cooking dinner with Tintin, talking about Isabelle and Ruth's visit. "I wonder what it would be like to have a brother," I thought aloud, "I wonder what my parents would've named him. Maybe Jonathon, after my father…" Tintin chuckled at this. "What?"
"Why wonder about what your brother's name would be?"
"Because… I don't know, I just wish I had a sibling." There was a knock at the door. "Perhaps that's Isabelle," I smiled, leaving the kitchen and going to the door. Tintin made a move to stop me but I avoided it—I wanted to open the door for once. He was always so worried that there would be someone bad on the other side and that he should be the one to open the door first. Just in case. "Good evening," I smiled, opening the door. Two gigantic men stormed into the room, pushing me out of the way.
"Hey!" Tintin shouted, rushing over to me. "You okay?" He murmured, and I nodded. He whirled around, facing the men—they were tall, their hair as wiry and jet-black as Bateson's was. "You have no right to barge in like that with a lady around—" Tintin snapped, "You have no right to barge into my home."
"You said you'd tell Bateson where the vault is."
"I said no such thing," Tintin wrapped his arms around me. "I never said I would tell you where the vault is—"
"You know we need it."
"Why do you need it?" I heard myself say.
"Who's this?" One of the men, slightly bigger than his accomplice, looked at me, sizing me up.
"I'm Nollie."
"That's a pretty name," the other man smirked beneath his thick, black beard. First time I've ever heard that, I thought. "How do you know Tintin?" He asked, and I folded my arms.
"I'm his girlfriend."
"Oh, you are?" The bigger man asked, tone challenging. He glanced between Tintin and I, smirking. "Funny couple."
"If you're not here for anything, you must go, or I'll call the police—" Tintin stepped forward. He was tiny compared to the men.
"Tell us where the mill is." One of them growled, "And we'll be out of your hair."
"I will never tell you." The men looked at each other and nodded.
"Fine, then." One of them took a step in my direction and glanced at Tintin. "Does she know where the mill is?"
There was a short pause before Tintin spoke. "No," he growled, "I have kept the location of the mill a secret from everyone."
"Even your pretty little girlfriend?"
"Even from her." The man looked at me again, snorted, and then turned to Tintin.
"You will tell us," he snarled, and Tintin stared at him, unnerved.
"Please," he insisted coldly, gesturing towards the door, "You were uninvited into my home. If you will please…" He opened the door, staring at the men until they moved outside. He then shut the door, closing himself outside with the men, where he began speaking to them in a hushed tone. I put my ear against the door, trying to make out what he was saying, but to no avail. Moments later, the talking stopped, and the door opened, pushing me back against the wall.
"Noll," Tintin sighed when I emerged from behind the door, "You weren't listening, were you?"
See, that last part was kinda funky. Anyway, please review! Love you guys :) ~DisneyPrincess55
