Bluish brown eyes opened up meeting red orbs. Immediately Sapphira recoiled more into her blankets.
"Scoot over."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"You're in my bed. I'm tired. You're tired. And I don't feel like making you leave or having a conversation right now. Scoot. Over." Doing as she was told, Sapphira was a good 4 inches from the body of her enemy. Never a good feeling. He faced away from her and was breathing deeply; sleeping like a log. Or so she thought.
"I'm sorry about earlier today." she jumped at his voice. "I didn't think much about your feelings at the moment." It didn't sound like an apology, but she muttered it's acceptance.
"It's fine, your attitude was expected."
"Excuse me?"
"Pirate, remember?"
"Oh," he mentally slapped himself. "Well…"
"Well nothing! Just leave me alone."
"I said I was sorry!"
"And I forgave you. I'll never forget it though!"
He puffed up and turned to her. "I was curious okay? I hung out with my mom most of my life, so I wondered if you knew what it was like to have a dad around." It was half a lie.
"Well, as you have heard," her voice went bitter. Almost entirely different. Like a random cruel demon had just possessed the girl beside him. His eyes widen as she turn to face him. With orange pupils slowly turning red. "I had neither. My aunt was a gold digging heart breaking whore, and my uncle practically lived on alcohol alone. So for, your curiosity, no. I have no clue what so ever as to what having a father around is like."
Damn… he thought. So much for a nice conversation.
"Dereck?"
"What now?" he narrowed his eyes at her. Now those eyes at her and was in a way relieved to see them normal (as possible) again. Her eyes looked at her feet before looking at him.
"How was it like to have a mom?" she asked.
"If I tell you, will you promise to not have a mood swing?" seeing her nod he took in a small breath and began his story.
The Tree Home…
Peter ruffled his hair uneasily as he watched the stars above him in his bedroom. It has been almost an hour, and the 'bug' he found continued to sing it's songs to him even when he told it to stop.
He couldn't leave it in Sapphira's room, because it would've brought attention from the boys. But now he had been listening to it for a long time and it was causing him to think about her even more. Shoot…
I'd do anything…to fall asleep with you….
"Shut up! I don't like her!"
When you left I lost a part of me…it's still so hard to believe, come back baby please cause we belong together…
The boy managed to understand that most of the words were of love. And of course, he disliked them. Suddenly it was quiet. The lad raised and eyebrow. Was it over?
It was just one day, he thought. One day with her and now this. Tinkerbell looked inside and asked if he was fine.
"I'm good Tinkerbell." Why am I missing her so much then?
The bug suddenly shouted. But we shared a moment that will last till the end…
Back at T. Jolly Roger
"Your mother was a showgirl?"
"Yeah," Dereck nodded with a smile. He was surprised at how interested Sapphira really was… "Hold on," his scowl came back. "Why are you so eager about that?"
"Because it helps me get to know you." she sat up, letting the moonlight frame her face. "I want to see how JR's new captain got his way in the world." Dereck's eyes flickered for a moment before turning away from her quickly.
"Lay down." he muttered. His face began to match his eyes.
"No."
"Please?"
"Why?"
"I can see things through your shirt."
And that was that.
"Um…she was a very nice lady. Everyone knew who my dad was but never told me, and no one gave much back story to her. And she was like a best friend to me. So we were almost inseparable." he sighed and looked over to her again. "But she was always doing 'social work' and well; everyone teased her for having me. Since dad wasn't around a lot they consider me a bastard child that wasn't planned. I didn't have many friends, as you may guess."
"You're lucky," Sapphira mumbled. "You had a mom that apparently loves you. At least she was there for you."
"Well," Dereck forgot that she had no parents and was stumped for words. "At least you know…um wait no what I meant to say was-oh c'mon!"
For Sapphira turned over and muttered a good night.
What is it with her? he snarled inwardly. Is she bipolar?
But he didn't question. However someone else was.
I wonder if Peter felt like this… thought the girl slowly dozing into her own world.
The Tree Home…Again
He chased her through the fields. He knew it was her…no one else had that hair…
Peter groaned and turned over in his hammock. Stop thinking about her. It's not her…
"Sapphira!" he cried out, knowing any second she suddenly will dissappear. She won't even stop, he bet.
T. Jolly Roger…
She was running toward the forest out of the field, heading for the hideout.
Sapphira mumbled in her sleep. Keep going…
"Sapphira!"
She turned around and gasped. He was there.
"Peter?" But for some reason, he gasped too. As though he wasn't expecting her to stop. Or speak.
"Is this a dream?" she asked herself. Peter still stood there in shock.
"Is she really there?"
AN: Well? Are they?