Byron's New Look Ch.13

Disclaimer: I do not own Witch & Wizard

A/N: So the big scene….

I was heading to speak to Wisty. I couldn't believe that I was going to try again. After my recent strain of bad luck I was going to give it another shot.

This was my line of thought as I heard voices coming from ahead of me. I didn't give a thought to jumping behind a rack of clothes to hide as they passed by. To my relief I didn't recognize any of the voices and they were not talking about anyone I knew. As their voices dimmed, I laughed at my behavior. After all that had happened these past few months, after everything I had said and done about cowardly behavior I was still ducking behind anything to eavesdrop on any conversation. Of course I had learned several important things this way but that didn't make my behavior right.

"Learn anything helpful?" I jumped up and cracked my head against the rack of clothing. For something so easy to tip over it was surprisingly hard on the skull.

With tears in my eyes, I turned to meet Wisty's laughing eyes. She smiled knowing just how bad she had scared me. No, scared is not the word I'm looking for, startled would be a more appropriate description.

"You shouldn't laugh at someone else's misfortune you know." I rubbed the rising bump on my head for good measure.

"And you shouldn't eavesdrop on the conversations of others. I fear it will be difficult to break you of that obnoxious habit." She shook her head from side to side in mocking despair.

"And who exactly is going to make break my bad habits? I'm not a dog you know." I glared at her but it did nothing to wipe that smug smile off her face.

"I know that Byron, but some people say that you can train a boyfriend just like you can train a dog." I found myself staring into her eyes with a certain intensity suddenly guessing her meaning.

"Planning a new project Wisty?" Her smile turned wistful and wry.

"Well it might prove fruitful to test the theory. The only problem I have is finding a test subject. It can't be anyone closely resembling a dog, it might skew the results." She leaned closer to me and my breathing sounded louder to me.

"Would a weasel do?" I allowed myself to sway closer to her, as I waited for her response.

"Yes, I think a weasel would be just about perfect." I stopped breathing as our lips touched and I began to consider it unnecessary as her lips moved beneath mine.

We stayed like that for a bit before a thought came to me and I jerked my head up and away from hers.

"Wait." She tilted her head to look at me with hurt and confused eyes. I pulled her close so she would understand I was not rejecting her.

"Is Whit going to hit me again?" I looked at her as she began to laugh again. I was trying to be serious but she continued to laugh as if I was the funniest comedy act of the year.

"Don't be silly, he won't give you any more trouble. He was just preserving my honor. I explained how things were and assured him that you were not attacking me. Well not against my will at any rate."

She continued to smile at me and I understood on some level that something had changed in our relationship. We had been classmates, enemies, friends, and now it seemed that we were something altogether different.

"How are things Wisty? Don't lie to me." The small bit of hope I still harbor hadn't died yet and I felt it swell and grow as Wisty spoke.

"I realized that I didn't want you to change." It seemed that she thought that explained everything. She stretched up in an attempt to reach my mouth but I gently pushed down on her shoulders.

"Wisty, you're going to have to be a bit clearer than that." She frowned and I felt a growing smugness within.

"It doesn't bother me that you're a weasel or that you feel the need to sneak around and listen to other's conservations. I'll take you as you are. I love you, Byron." I concentrated on taking in air to breathe for a minute before trying to speak.

"It makes me happy to hear you say that Wisty. You can't possibly know how happy I am. I love you so much Wisty."

As for after that…I'm not the kind to kiss and tell. So I'm not telling.

A/N: Fluff and mush I know, but it has been a long time coming. So next up is the epilogue. R&R!