.:Janey POV:.
Knives was going to kiss me.
I knew it.
This was somewhat weird.
Not entirely unwelcome, but weird.
He was very handsome, no arguments there. And he was older than me.
But I had seen him as a seven-year-old. It wasn't that long ago that he was sitting on my lap and falling asleep. He was a teenager right now, it could just be hormones…
If people saw, they'd think I was some creepy women who had a thing for younger men. Not that anyone ever noticed what other people were doing on slow songs…
He was a plant, a completely different species. He was old enough to be my great grandfather at least. He had wanted to kill all of humanity not so very long ago. He was stubborn and cold and thought he knew everything about anything…
He was… he…
He was Knives…
My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, time seemed to slow. My head was telling me every reason in the world why I shouldn't, but I could feel my chin lifting, my head tilting, my eyes closing. It was as if my body was moving of its own free will, and I was just watching it all happen from the back seat.
A hand slowly slipping behind my head.
A whisper of a breath against my face.
His lips moved hesitantly against mine, barely touching, cool and smooth.
"SHREEEEE!
The music gave a sudden shriek of feedback. We sprang apart as couples around us looked up groaning and clapping their hands over their ears. After a garbled apology from the DJ, the music resumed.
Knives and I looked at each other. He opened his mouth to say something, but I started backing away.
"Bathroom," I squeaked. " Gonna go… bathroom."
Before he could say anything, I turned and dove through the crowd, heading for the sanctuary known as the ladies room.
What had just happened?
.:Knives POV:.
What had just happened?
Had I gone totally and completely insane?
I watched Janey's retreating form for a few moments, trying to understand what had just happened. With a groan, I pulled myself off the dance floor and hid in the farthest corner. It was dark there, no one would see me. I sank down into an available chair, burying my head in my hands.
Idiot. Complete and total idiot.
I groaned again and shoved my hands through my hair. Now what was I going to do? The ride home was guaranteed to be awkward… Idiot, idiot, idiot!
I stood up quickly and wove through the crowd. Rob was still sitting at our table, making a sculpture out of the julienne pears and whipped cream. From its complexity, he had obviously been concentrating on it for quite some time, something I was immensely grateful for. Last thing I needed right now was him teasing me.
"Rob."
He looked up at me.
"Hey, Tuck! Finish dancing?"
"Uh yeah... Listen, Janey's in the bathroom, but I've got to get going. When she comes back will you tell her I went home?"
"Yeah, no problem Tuck," shrugged Rob.
"Thanks."
"Yep. I'll see you around, bud."
"Bye," I replied, briefly placing a hand on his shoulder before weaving my way to the exit.
I stared at the wall of my dark bedroom, shivering ever so slightly as a breeze from the window tickled my bare back. It had been an hour since I got back, and Janey wasn't home yet. I was grateful for this, but at the same time wished that she would get home. She always checked in on me before she went to bed. Maybe I'd be able to tell how she was then.
I continued to stare at the same patch of wall, the pattern of the wood imbedding itself in my eyes. The sweet smells of a summer evening wafted in through the window, bringing with it the sounds of laughter from the bars down the street. The radio near my bed spat out muted versions of music, blending with the night sounds.
I perked my ears as I heard the sound of the front gate open and close. A few moments later, I could hear footstep walk up the steps and across the porch. The front door opened and closed. I lay there, my eyes fixed on the wall, straining my ears for the smallest of sounds. There was a faint knock on my door. A strip of yellow light blossomed across the wall as the door opened. I looked up at Janey's shadow on the wall with just my eyes, waiting to see what she would do.
It didn't move for a few long moments, but then I heard footsteps across the bedroom floor. I shut my eyes. A small hand smoothed my hair back a few times. She seemed to be thinking. After a while, I heard her sigh deeply. She kissed my temple, just like she did every night and the footstep receded across the room. I opened my eyes and watched as the band of light shrank and I was plunged back into the darkness of a summer night.
I sighed deeply and rolled over on my back. That little interchange had told me little. Janey wasn't angry at least, but I couldn't tell much else.
A sharp prickle of pain suddenly ran down my spine and limbs. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, burying my head under the pillow. Not now. I didn't need this now…
haha, i'm so sick XD no really i have the flu, but you're wonderful reviews just fueled me to write this part as fast as i possibly could XD granted i was so excited i couldn't wait to write it anyway .w.
but it's still a cliffhanger .w. i'm evil .w.
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