O.K., this is shorter than others, but I had writers block so, sorry.
But has everyone seen the clips from new moon! AWESOME! And I was in the theater with my sister and we saw the preview, and i squealed like a little girl. Pretty embarrassing, but i don't care, I'm super excited!!!
Well, read and review. A little cliff hanger, but that means you have to wait for the next chapter!
P.S.- I have next chapter ready, so review and I'll post is asap !
We sat on the bathroom floor in the exact same position for I don't even know how many hours. I finally got John to calm his crying down to a minimum so I could drag him into his room. I left him there, hugging a pillow, while I went downstairs to make him something to eat. As soon as I reached the last step, my mom sprung from the couch, attacking me with questions.
"What's wrong with him? Is he O.K.? Is my Johnny alright?" I closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead, and sighed. I opened and looked at my mom for the first time today. I could tell she had been crying, her make-up was running down her face. Although I didn't know why she was crying because she didn't know what was wrong with John.
"Where's dad?" I asked, and she pointed to the living room. I pushed past her, and made my way into the living room to tell both of my parents the news. I heard my mom following behind me, and then I saw her almost run past me to sit next to my dad. I didn't speak, I didn't know what to say.
"So? What happened?" My dad asked. He was in sweats and a shirt, just like me. I think this is the first time I've ever seen him not dressed up.
"Did he ever tell you about Chloe?" My dad looked at my mom, who looked at him. Both of their faces said 'No idea'. "Alright. She was his girlfriend at college. I guess he didn't want to tell you guys about her, but he told me. They've been going out for about a year, and he loved her," my mom interrupted me.
"Wait, why wouldn't he tell us?" I opened my mouth to speak, but my dad cut me off.
"Honey, just wait," I smirked, took the words right out of my mouth.
"Well...this morning she was in a car accident, and...she died. That's why he locked himself in the bathroom and cried," I looked to my mom, to see her crying. Now she actually had the right to cry. She got up from the couch and started to walk towards the stairs. I grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Kim, let me go," I shook my head at her.
"Mom, don't. He doesn't want to talk to anyone. I just came down for some food for him," She looked hurt, but she walked back over to the couch and sat down next to my dad. With that, I walked into the kitchen.
I opened the refrigerator, and pulled out all of the ingredients for John's favorite food, ravioli. I put a pot on the stove, and sat down at the kitchen table as I waited for it to boil. I glanced to the clock, which read 7:45. Wow, I've been upstairs for a long time.
I sighed as I got back up to put the noodles in the hot water. I stood with my hand on my hip, stirring them, when the doorbell rang. I just let it go, hopefully my mom or dad would answer it. A couple of minutes passed and I didn't hear it ring again, so I stood there, hand on hip, stirring the ravioli.
Then, a pair of warm hands wrapped around my waist, making me jump. I spun around, ready to hit whoever it was with the spoon, but then saw that it was Jared. What was he doing her-...Crap. I was supposed to go to dinner with him. I'm sure panic was written all over my face, because I looked apologetically at Jared, and he raised his eyebrows.
"What's wrong Kim?" It took me a while to register, but I finally snapped back.
"Oh, sorry," I smiled lightly. "Nothing, everything's fine," He smiled back to me, but then looked down to see the food I was cooking on the stove.
"I thought you were coming to Sam's?" He looked a little disappointed. O.K., scratch that. He looked very disappointed.
"I was, but I can't. I'm sorry, but something came up," He looked hurt, but nodded his head.
"Well, can I stay here then? If that something that came up doesn't mind?" He looked hopeful, and I was about to tell him to leave, but I got interrupted.
"I don't mind," I looked at the doorway to see John standing there.
"John, what are you doing-"Jared cut me off by going over to John and sticking his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Jared. Kim's boyfriend," He smiled to John, who accepted his handshake, while looking at me with wide-eyes.
"Jared, I don't-" I got cut off again.
"Kim, stop. I don't mind if he stays for dinner. I need the most people here I can get. I don't want to be alone anymore," He smiled, but it was forced. He's one of those people who either smile really wide, or fake a smile. And that was his fake smile.
"John, why are you down here?" Jared chuckled at that, and I glared at him. The small smile that was on his face instantly faded away.
"Kim, I'm not crazy, I can come out of my own room if I want," All I could do was nod, and he smiled a little, this time a real one. "Plus, dinner smelled delicious, I wanted to come try it out," he said, rubbing his hands together as he walked over to me. I stuck out a fork with a piece of ravioli on it, and he shoved it in his mouth. He closed his eyes, and smiled. "Man, you really know how to cheer me up," He opened his eyes again, and I smiled.
"John! Can you come here?" I heard my mom scream from the living room. John groaned, but walked into the living room. I turned to Jared, who had his hands up.
"I'm sorry, for whatever I did. I didn't-" I put a finger on his lip, and I felt his lips spread into a smile.
"Stop talking, John is the reason I was going to cancel on dinner. This dinner was supposed to be for him, but now I have you, which really means like feeding fifty," Jared smiled even more as I whispered to him, and took my hands in his.
"Well, why is this dinner for John? Why is he so special?" He whispered back, still smiling like an idiot.
"His girlfriend died today," I said, looking down to the floor.
"Oh," Jared let go of my hands, and I looked up to him. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, and he reached out to wipe them away. After he did, he help my cheek with his hands. "Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you, Jared," He looked confused, and I let out a little laugh. This made his face brighten up.
"Then why were you crying?" And just as fast as it came, the brightness faded.
"I...I just can't imagine losing you like that," I chocked out. And then I felt his arms wrapping around my waist. Naturally, I put my arms around his neck. He pulled away, and looked my in the eyes. His were full of every emotion a girl could ever ask for. Love, lust, admiration, love.
"You won't ever lose me, Kim. I promise. I'm going to be there for you forever, whether you," he said while tapping my nose with his finger, "like it or not." I smiled, and leaned up to kiss him. Just as our lips were about to touch, someone cleared their throat in the distance, and I looked to my right to see John.
"I thought I might warn you two that mom and dad are coming in here in about three," I pushed at Jared's chest, but he wouldn't move. "Two," I looked up to see Jared laughing at me, but then letting go of my hips. "One," John said, and I heard mom talking as she walked into the kitchen. She was on her phone, and she walked past us and outside onto the deck. My dad followed her in the kitchen, but stopped as he approached John.
"You must be Jared?" My dad asked as he stuck his hand out to Jared. I gulped, and John laughed as he sat down at the table. I can't watch this, I can't watch this. I turned on my heel, and walked over to the cabinet to get out plates.
"Yes, sir," I heard Jared say as I reached on the top shelf to grab five plates.
"Oh, call me Bob. Come on, sit down and we can talk," I opened a drawer and grabbed silverware. I shut my eyes, and took in a deep breath. I opened them, and looked down to what I was wearing. I was still in sweats and a t-shirt. Gross, this is definitely not the appropriate outfit t be in when my parents meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend...I smiled as I thought it. I walked over to the table, plates and silverware in hand, as I looked at my dad talking to Jared.
"You a fan of baseball?" My dad asked, and Jared nodded. I walked around them to place the plates on the table. They got into a long, deep conversation about what team they thought was the best, so I walked over to check on dinner. As I was about to start pouring ravioli onto everyone's plate, my mom walked in from outside and sat down in her normal seat.
"I'm sorry about that, what did I miss?" I rolled my eyes as I sat down next to John, across from Jared. I smiled across the table to him, and he smiled back before turning to my dad to continues talking about baseball. I looked over at John, who wasn't eating anything. He was just sitting there playing with his food. He looked depressed. I reached my arm out, and rubbed his back. His head shot up, and he smiled weakly to me. I smiled back, and took my arm back to start eating.
We were all having a conversation. My mom, dad, Jared, and I were all talking about school, but John was still not touching his food. I frowned as I stopped contributing into the conversation and looked at John. Then all of a sudden, a small smile spread on his face. Weird...I shrugged and took another bite of food.
"So, Kim. Tell us how Jared asked you out," I choked on the food in my mouth. Let me tell you, it is not fun to choke. I grabbed my water, and chugged the whole glass. My eyes were watering from coughing, and I wiped them on my shirt. I looked back up, to see everyone staring at me, especially Jared. He looked concerned, stupid imprinting.
"Kim? Would you care to explain?" My mom asked, sounding a little more excited than mad.
"I...well...he...eh?" John chuckled, and I kicked him under the table.
"Ow! That hurt!" He yelled as he reached down and held onto his leg.
"John." My dad said, making John roll his eyes, and then all the attention was passed back onto me. I couldn't speak. What do you tell your parents when your boyfriend is sitting right across the table from you? I don't know, that's for sure. My mom raised her eyebrows impatiently, and my dad coughed.
"Well...-"Jared cut me off.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Connweller. I should have asked you two first before I asked Kim, but I couldn't wait. It was the perfect moment, for the perfect girl," He said, looking at me and smiling. I smiled back, but then heard John making fake gaging sounds. I kicked his leg again, making him scream even louder than before.
"Ow! Dad!" He yelled across the table.
"John, calm down," He said, shrugging it off. I stuck my tongue out at John, cauing him to do the same.
"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is...can I have permission to date your daughter? I promise I won't hurt her in anyway, I would never hurt Kim, she means to much to me," I smiled, as he looked from my mom to dad. My mom nodded to my dad. Yes, one bullet dodged, one more to go. My dad glanced from Jared to me. I looked down to my almost empty plate.
"Alright, you may date our daughter. You seem like a nice kid, just treat her right, or else I'll hurt you," My dad said with a chuckle, but I knew he was being serious.
"Well, Kim do want to help me clean up the dishes? The boys can go watch a game or something," My mom got up from her seat and I followed, grabbing all of the plates. Jared followed my dad into the living room.
I placed the plates in the sink, and waited as my mom washed them so I could dry them. After the second plate of washing in silence, my mom spoke.
"Alright Kim, I can't take it! Why haven't you told me about this?!" My mom nearly screamed at me.
"Mom, it just happened today, I was planning on telling you guys once I got home, but then the thing with John happened," I looked in the living room just to make sure that they couldn't hear us, but only saw Jared and my dad sitting there.
"Oh, alright. Well I just wanted to say-," she cut herself off. She started crying. Crying, really? Is it that hard to believe that I have a boyfriend? "I'm sorry, I didn't think I would cry," She let out a little laugh as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. "O.K., I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you, I really am. I love you. It's about time right?" I nodded, laughing, as I pulled her into a hug.
"O.K., enough of the lovey dovey stuff, we need to finish these dishes," she nodded, and turned back to the sink.
After we finished washing the dishes and putting them away, we went into the living room, and I sat down next to Jared. I wrapped his arm lightly around my shoulder. We both knew that it would be so much better if we were closer, but he didn't pull me into his lap because my parents were here. I focused on the T.V., trying to pay attention to anything but Jared, because I now if I did, I would regret doing something in front of my parents.
Turns out, my dad had on some lame sports game, so I ended up falling asleep on Jared's lap. Very inappropriate with my parents there, ut what can I say? I was asleep, so it's not my fault that I ended up there.
I woke up to someone gently rubbing circles on my back. I smiled, and rolled onto my back. Lips pressed against my head, and I smiled. I stretched my arms, and opened my eyes to see a smiling Jared. I sat up, but instantly regretted it. When you get up really fast, do you ever get a headache? Well I did, so I leaned my head against his chest, and he kissed the top of my hair. I pulled away, and looked around the living room. It was empty.
"They left a couple of hours ago. I told them I'd put you to bed, but you looked too peaceful to move," He said, stroking my cheek with his fingertips.
"Ah, I see. Well, what would have happened if I never woke up?" He smiled slightly before letting out a laugh.
"Well, then I would have used my inhuman speed and darted out of the house, leaving you here, all alone," I stuck my tongue out at him, but leaned in again on his chest. I could have fallen asleep again, listening to the sound of his uneven heartbeat slowly fade back to normal. But his smell around me was too intoxicating, I couldn't fall asleep, so I just laid there, breathing in pure Jared. A couple of minutes later, Jared interrupted my thoughts of him.
"Kim?" I placed my small hand on his chest, and traced random designs on it. I drew a star, a circle, a square, and some other stuff. Then I pretended to be a little man and walked my fingers all across his chest. Finally, I drew a heart and placed my hand flat where I had drew the heart, and pushed off against his chest to sit up.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I better go to bed now," He laughed, but got up from the couch when I did. I walked him to the door, and opened it for him. He stopped walking as soon as he got outside, and looked down at me with desire in his eyes. So I leaned up, and kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and threw myself into the kiss. Electric sparks flew all around my body, and I smiled against his lips as I pulled away.
"Now get out of my house," I smiled, but he didn't move.
"But I love you," He said making the cutest puppy dog face I have ever seen.
"And I love you too, but a girl needs her beauty rest."
"You don't, you're beautiful no matter what,"I rolled my eyes, blushing more than I would like to. But he kissed my forehead, and turned around to get into his car. I shut the front door quietly, and ran up the stairs two at a time. I shut my door behind me, and jumped on my bed.
I can't believe my life right now. First of all, I think I'm going crazy because I actually believed the dumb fool who told me he was a werewolf. You know, at first, I though I was psychotic. But now that I think about it, I trust Jared more than anyone else in my life. And if he says he's a werewolf, then he's a werewolf.
The thing I can't wrap my finger around is the whole imprinting thing. Part of me still wants to react like the first time I heard about it. It wants to run away and never speak to Jared again, because he's only been forced to be with me. But the other part of me wants to curl up next to him and be with him forever. I like the sound of that, together forever.
And now that I'm involved in all of this supernatural crap, I would die if I ever lost Jared. I know he's careful in everything he does, but I don't know what I would do if he didn't come back home to me.
Which reminds me, John. Oh god, it was heartbreaking watching him sit there at dinner, pretending to be strong. But I know him better than anyone else, and I knew he was just faking it. I don't know why he was even downstairs because if it was me, I would lock myself in my room all night and cry. But he just had to be a guy and fake being strong. I just hope he can get over Chloe and let her go.
I tucked myself under my blanket, and snuggled with it. It made me warm, but not nearly as close as I get when Jared holds me. I wish he was here, but since he's not, the only thing I can do is think about him and what I would be doing if he was here. I fell asleep, thinking I was laying on his chest, like downstairs.
I woke up to the sunshine streaming into my room. I sat up in my bed, and practically dragged myself down the stairs. I almost fell about twenty times, but once I made it down to the floor, I dragged my feet across the floor and into the kitchen. I saw a note from my mom on the counter that said her and my dad were going shopping and to check on John when I woke up. So I grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter, and started walking up the stairs slowly.
I heard music coming from John's room, and noticed it was some stupid screamo band. I smiled as I reached his door, and tried to open the door. But it was locked. I pounded on the door, but he didn't answer.
"Come on, John! Not again! I was thinking we could do something today, like outside of the house," I rested my head against the door, and knocked a couple of more times. Then something popped in my head.
I ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I whipped open every drawer until I found the small key I was looking for. I ran up the stairs, key in one hand, banana in the other. I reached his door, and laughed as I stuck the keys in the hole.
"Alright, I'm coming in, you leave me no choice," I swung the door open, and froze. The banana fell from my hand, and I screamed on the top of my lungs as I sunk down onto the floor.