A.N: I'm sorry for the sorta short chapter, the next one is longer and cuter, I promise! Enjoy!
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Isabella, that's her name.
Bright and soft golden curls decorated her head. Joyous hazel eyes, and a plump curved figure. She honestly looked like Marylyn Monroe, and I most likely would've liked her prankster, energetic, quirky sort of personality.
That is, if she wasn't Mark's newest girlfriend.
However, even though I didn't like her, I didn't hate her either. I mean, I could easily loath May and Riley, they were bitchy sluts, but with Isabella. She was a brilliant girl, and I would love to spend some time with her, if she wasn't stealing Mark.
"Hi, nice to meet you." I was snapped out of my thoughts, and I smiled in the most friendliest manner I could muster. Mark had called me, I was undead, and I was meeting his new girlfriend. Ugh, I hated that word.
Girlfriend.
"Likewise, I'm Lenore, an old friend." I said, introducing myself, and she grinned at me. Damn her, being so nice. "Isabella, a new girlfriend." She said jokingly, and I let myself chuckle a little.
Just a little, I didn't want Mark to see that I actually sort of approved of his girlfriend.
"So, Mark, are you going to lead us to wherever you're taking us?" I asked, changing the subject, and he nodded. Gesturing with his arm old fashionably, and making me roll my eyes, while Isabella tried to hide adoring eyes and a swoon.
Mark led us to a small restaurant, and we sat down in a booth. Isabella and Mark on one side, and me by myself on the other. At least, I was by myself, until I heard an unfortunately familiar voice.
Jay.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mart is it? Lenore's told me so much about you, and who's this? I'm sorry I don't know about you?" Jay said, while sitting down next to me, and I stared at him with my mouth slightly agape.
How the hell was he undead? I didn't even know he had a forbidden poem! He noticed my expression, and broke out into a nervous grin, he hugged me with was awkward because we were sitting down.
"I haven't seen you in, like, forever! Where have you been, Lenore?" He said quickly, and I regained my composure. "Jason! Um, nowhere in particular." I turned to Mark, who was looking at me and Jay with slightly wide eyes, and Isabella was watching the scene curiously.
"Oh, Mark and Isabella, this is Jason. He went to high school with me, and it's Mark, Jay. Not Mart." I said, introducing them, and Jay seemed to glare a little at Mark.
Oh, geez, this was gonna be a long dinner.
"Nice to meet you both." Jay said cheerfully, and they both nodded at the undead perverted man. Who was acting so out of character, I almost wondered if this was the Jason Icole that I knew.
"Would any of you like something to drink?" A waiter that came up to our table asked, and I nodded, the others nodded also. "I'll have a plasma, and she'll have one too." Jay said, and my eyes widened, once again.
What did he just say?
I was surprised when the waiter jotted it down, like it was a normal drink to order. "I'll have a light sweet tea." Isabella said, somehow disregarding what Jay had just ordered, and Jay flashed a smirk at me. I relaxed, whatever he was doing it was allowing us to have plasma in The Normal.
"And I'll have a water." Mark said, and the waiter walked away with our orders. I let out a shaky breath and picked up the menu, skimming through it without really liking anything I looked at.
Jay pretended to notice this, and he looked over my shoulder from his own menu.
"You can eat, you know." He said jokingly, but passing an important piece of information to me, and I blinked a bit but nodded with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Go back to your own menu." I joked back, and I started to look seriously at the food.
Well, that was a nice find, to know that I could actually eat. I finally decided on the butter squash ravioli, Isabella chose the tomato soup, Mark chose cold slaw sandwiches, and Jay chose the quail.
The waiter brought our drinks, and I sipped my plasma, I was almost surprised when it was actual plasma.
"So, how'd you guys meet, again?" I asked Isabella, and she smiled at me, apparently liking the story.
"Oh, I was in the carnival one time, and I was going to ride the ferris wheel alone, but Mark came and sat down with me. I guess that just started it all, and he asked me out on a date at the very top of the wheel. We spent that first date the rest of the night in the carnival, I had to push him, literately, to go on all the roller coasters." She explained, and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course." I said, and took another sip from my plasma, I glanced over at the boys who were exchanging different expressions. Jay was telling Mark he was an undead poltergeist like me, somehow, and Mark was telling him that he was suspicious about him.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Isabella asked me, and I was stunned for just a little bit. I wasn't stunned because of the question, I was stunned because she was obviously hinting that me and Jay were a couple, by her body language.
"I- uh, no." I said, almost nervously, and she nodded mockingly, she obviously didn't believe me. Then our food came, and Isabella prayed with Mark. Me and Jay just stayed silent and waited until they finished.
I stabbed the ravioli with the fork, and ate the edges first. I remembered, when I was a girl, I always ate ravioli that way. The edges first, then one side, the other side, and then I made the ravioli slide into my mouth with my teeth.
Weird, yes, I know.
I hadn't had ravioli in such a long time, and I felt it run down my throat with the sweet taste of butter squash.
"Is your ravioli good?" Jay asked, cutting up his quail, and I nodded. "It's very good, I haven't had ravioli in a long time." I said, and he took a bite. We started eating in an almost uncomfortable silence, two living and two undead people, two girls and two boys.
"So, how's your artistic career going, Mark?" I asked casually, and he glanced up from his cold slaw sandwich. "Good, currently I'm working on a billboard design for this company, I think they make candy." He answered, a little tense because of me, and I knew it was because of me.
He clearly thought I'd want to take him away for myself, away from Isabella, and thought I was obsessed with him. The truth is, I still loved him and I wanted to be with him, but I also wanted him to be happy and Isabella was making him happy.
"Nice." I muttered, and slowly ate another ravioli piece. "So, where did you meet Mark, Lenore?" Isabella asked, generally curious, and I thought a bit.
"He moved into the house me and my family moved out of. Loved the house so much I went back, he was home alone and we started talking." I said simply, it wasn't the truth because she couldn't handle the truth, not many people could.
She accepted it as the truth, and I continued eating. Taking a sip of my plasma, and glancing over at the boys. They'd been pretty quiet so far, especially Jay, which was odd.
"You thinking something, Jason? Mark? You've been pretty quiet." I said, turning my head towards them, and they glanced over at me. "Nothing, just eating. It's good. So, Lenore, I haven't seen you in a while, what've you been doing?" Mark answered, and I shrugged.
"A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Not much though." I answered, shrugging the question off, I mean. What was I supposed to do? Tell Isabella, a young innocent girl, that I'm undead, and a poltergeist? Oh, yeah, that's be a wonderful conversation.
"Yeah, me too." Jay commented, and I tried to hide my smirk. His last gig was the ghost hunter scaring that we did, and that was pretty fun, I had to admit.
We finished and they brought the dessert menus, I secretly wanted to order them all, they looked so good and it had been a long time since I had something sweet. I chose the sweetest thing I could find, a hot fudge sunday shake with extra cherries.
Isabella chose apple pie crisp with vanilla ice cream.
Mark chose a chocolate strawberry malt, and Jay chose a banana creme sunday with extra hot fudge. It was so sweet, I loved it, and I made a small rumble in the back of my throat in content.
"Good?" I laughed at Jay's remark, and remembered that I shouldn't act like an undead girl that hasn't had a sweet in God knows when. "Oh, yeah, I haven't had something this sweet in so long. Yours good?" Jay nodded, and took a full bite of his own sunday.
Isabella chuckled at our friendly chat, and I knew she assumed something that wasn't there. I rolled my eyes. "Isn't what you're thinking, Isabella." I commented, and she shrugged before taking a bite out of her own apple pie dessert.
Later on, the boys fought over who was gonna pay, and eventually Mark won the argument and payed, Jay didn't really care but liked to rile Mark up. I knew he was jealous of him, because he had my heart, and Jay was only just starting to pull on those chains he had around it.
"See you later, Lenore?" Isabella asked, as we were going to go our own ways. I shrugged, and a small smirk appeared on my face.
"Maybe, I guess it's possible. Here's my number." I said and I handed her a piece of paper with my cellphone's number on it. What? You think I'm a poltergeist and I don't have a phone? The number was 000-446-789.
"Thanks, I'll text you my number." She replied, while taking the paper, and I nodded. Then we said our goodbyes, and turned around. Jay walked beside me, away from the two.
Once we were out of hearing range, I looked over at Jay. "I didn't know you had a forbidden poem, mr. Icole." I said, and he chuckled, slightly nervously. "Yeah, Maryanne, she's an angel now and read my poem, which I just made because I wanted to meet Mark finally." He explained shortly, and I wondered something, I got up the nerve to ask it.
"You guys still married?" He shook his head quickly. "No, no, no, it's 'til dead do you part' ya know, they take it literately and it's an actual law. It was an arranged marriage, we never truly loved each other. We were married because my parents and her parents were good friends, and me and Maryanne were good friends growing up so they thought it was a good idea. We didn't want to upset our parents, so we agreed. When she died later on of pneumonia, like Gregory, she became an angel and went back to her maiden name, Molcaz. That reminds me, what's Mark and Isabella's last name?" He explained, and I thought about the last names.
"Mark's is Oled, and Isabella's, I think is Thornic. Why?" I glanced over at him, and he shrugged. "I think last names are interesting. I like yours, and I like mine. I hate Molcaz and Oled, and I think Thornic is something straight out of a fantasy novel."
He paused, and then continued. "So, I was wondering, um. Would you wanna go on another date with me?" I thought a little bit, and narrowed my eyes at him.
He gave me his best innocent face that he could manage, and unfortunately it looked forced. "I don't know if I can trust you, I barely know you, sir. Can you do anything to make me trust you?" I said, in an acting damsel in distress sort of tone in my voice, and I saw Jay swallow in nervousness.
He lifted my chin, and kissed me.
It hadn't been the first time, but it seemed sweeter this time. Either he was in love with me, or I was just tasting the banana fudge sunday on his lips.
He pulled back and gave me a small bite on my bottom lip before opening his eyes at the same time I did.
"Hm, I guess that earns you a second date. Besides, you seem like you had this planned." I chuckled, at the look on his face, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the street.
And I wondered, what did he have planned?
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A.N: Cliffhanger! Just wanted to let you know I WILL NOT BE UPDATING NEXT WEDNESDAY! I will be updating either on Sunday the fifth, or Monday the sixth. Because I'll be at summer camp.