I strided quickly past the numerous bunks, brushing by William's confused face and straight to the girls' wing. I rapped my knuckles against the old wooden door and stood impatiently while I waited for someone to answer the door.
"Yeah?"
The voice sounded impatient and groggy. And the face matched. Black disheveled hair and eyes bearing bags, still dressed in the given nightgown.
"Sybil."
Her face turned pink slightly. And I wasn't sure if it was from me actually remembering her name, or the sight of my half-dressed self.
"Oh, um James…what um…"
"Where's Tink?"
Confusion flashed across her pale face.
"Um, Mary?"
"Bathroom." She answered plainly, and started to shut the door. I caught it and moved her aside so I could enter the room. I walked rapidly through the room and right to the bathroom door. "Tink!" I yelled. A wide-eyed Tinker Bell answered the door and pulled me in.
"What do you want?" She asked angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.
This probably isn't the best time….too late now. "Your hair has gotten really long…" I murmured twisting a piece of wet hair in my fingers. She smiled, "Oh thank you!" She gushed, then slapped my hand, smile disappearing as quickly as it came, "What. Do. You. Want?!" She asked again, she looked like she wanted to tackle me.
"What happened to the boys?"
She shot me a look of confusion. I took a deep breath, "I think that I just saw Slightly."
Her eyes widened and her voice lowered, "Your talking about The lost boys?"
I nodded, and I saw her take a shaky breath in, "But I thought they all…" Her words dropped off, and she leaned against the counter. I could tell that she was trying to make sense of it all. She took another deep breath and the towel she was wrapped in slipped lower on her chest. She stood up and fixed it abruptly. "I'll be right back." She said gliding past me and out the door. That's when I noticed her.
"Wendy."
She looked worse than when I saw her last night, even though she was mud and bile free. Her face was drained of all color, making every other feature stand out. Her lips looked purple, which couldn't be good. She was downed in a white, or was once white, dress. Tink must have chosen it for her, because I was too small for her. The top was tight pushing her breasts out a little, and the hemline was showing more leg then I was used to seeing. If she wasn't sick, I would say she looked sexy. Scratch that, she still looked sexy, purple lips and all.
"How are you?" I asked.
She scowled at me, which I shouldn't be so surprised about, I was a jerk to her last night. "Fine." She answered, voice husky. She crossed her arms, making her breasts fall out even more.
Hey, don't give me that look, I am a male, and you would be noticing too.
I got down on my knees and kneeled in front of her, "Don't lie to me, Wendy." I said making sure she was making eye contact with me. Her arms started to slide down, but quickly returned and she broke eye contact with me, "Why do you even care? It sounds like you're having other personal issues right now."
-WENDY—
"Why do you even care? It sounds like you're having other personal issues right now." The words tumbled out of my mouth. Do I have a filter? I glanced down. He seemed discouraged and a little hurt. That sounded bad, didn't it? I'm sorry, I thought to myself, but couldn't bring myself to say it.
"Your my personal issue right now." He said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. My breath caught in my throat. What? "Look," he continued, "I'm really sorry for being such a jerk to you last night, I over reacted, I should have let you explain, but I was too caught up in all my emotions, and then you got sick, and…and…."
I could tell he was struggling for words, but I didn't want to say anything, and honestly I don't think that I would have been able to.
"And I thought about what I would do if I lost you…and I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize what we have…whatever it is that we have." He finished. Were his eyes misty?
I felt tears form and I couldn't hold them back. I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. He toppled backwards, obviously not expecting me to put all my body weight on him.
We landed on the ground with a thud, and I heard the air escape from his lungs. "Sorry," I began to apologize and get up, but he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck.
He pulled back, "I missed you."
I laughed, "We haven't been apart that long."
"Even a second away from you, feels like a year." He whispered. I rolled my eyes, "How far do you think you're going to get with those lines?" I asked, teasing. He looked up as if thinking, "At least this far." He answered and pressed his lips against mine. I heard the door click, and we both jumped.
Tinker bell groaned and stepped over us, now, fully dressed. "Ugh, I can't leave you two alone..."
So sorry for the long wait, I really don't have en exuse for it, but the next time it happens go and read TJordan's work. If you like my amazing story you'll love his. (and if you don't think mine is amazing, then your mind will be blown), thanks for reading!
