Shorts, longing, and The Note
Kale's P.O.V.
I woke up and stretched. I remembered that Gwen wasn't in the bed. She had spent the night with Flair. I was angry, jealous even, but mostly I was scared.
Gwen always new what to do. She was the definition of courage. I was just a fake. Even way back when I was a 100% human, I was just making believe. I wasn't that good of a football player, I wasn't macho, I can't even fly that well. I learned to hide under Gwen's wing.
Without a word I pushed myself out of bed and hurried out into the hall to Flair's door. With a weak, yet loud knock I waited for the door to open.
It never did…
I thought about just opening it and walking in, but they could be snoozing or changing. I decided to stand there and cross my arms. When it got awkward standing barefoot in nothing but a pair of shorts I tried again.
Nothing…
I began to shift from foot to foot. I fidgeted and slowly grasped the knob. It was cold and metallic. Nothing out of the ordinary here. I turned it ever so carefully, as if it could break off in my hand and I'd never be able to get to Gwen again. I heard the click and I pushed the door open, just a crack, and peeked inside. It looked calm, still. I pushed the door open wider to see the beds made, everything picked up, and no Gwen. I stepped in searching for anything. Just as I turned to check out the rest of the house something caught my eye.
A note was tapped to a chair. I chewed on my lip and went back to get it. I ripped it off and unfolded the frail piece of paper.
It was Gwen's handwriting, and what it explained made my jaw drop...
Ooh! And no! This isn't the chapter of the day. There will be another later. This is just a tid-bit. Please review, it makes me update faster