Carpe Diem, Part Three
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Author's Note: This story is moving very quickly because
there is another story I really, really want to write but can't write until I
finish this because of spoilers. If you don't want this rushed, then tell me so
in your review and I'll write the other one anyway.
P.S. – please tell me what you
think will happen. That way, if everyone already suspects it, then it won't
matter if I write the next one or not. But I will tell you that the next one is
about someone who has a very interesting "thing" about her…
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[Note:
This takes place two days later.]
"Could you stop that?" Corr demanded, glaring at Joey. Two days of her hadn't changed his attitude at all—unless it was for the worse.
"Stop what?" Joey asked innocently.
"You know what I mean."
"I do? How strange. I could have sworn I didn't."
"Shutting up is good for the soul," remarked Corr.
"In your case, most definitely."
"I was talking about Y-O-U."
"My! You certainly are smart, spelling 'you.' Let's see. Can you spell 'cat,' too?"
"Shut. Up."
"One word sentences. Interesting concept, but I don't prefer it. Scholars usually like complex sentences better. Complex is spelled C-O-M-P-L-E-X, and it means—"
"I know what complex means!"
Joey feigned surprise, widening her sea-colored eyes.
"You do? You must be very smart, then…"
"Just shut up!"
"Do you know any other words? I've been wondering."
"Please," said Corr through gritted teeth, "be quiet."
"Now, I've been wondering…"
"Yes?" Corr expected an insult, so he wasn't surprised. Joey balanced herself on a chair next to the table.
"Do all your lovers care if you only have limited intelligence?"
Corr slapped her, hard. He was annoyed, and the nudge at his "lovers" had steamed him.
Joey touched her cheek quickly, then brought her hand down again to rest on the table. She stood.
"You deserved it," Corr told her, almost in a whisper.
"I know," Joey said, "but you deserve far worse."
"Why would that be?" His tone was serious, not joking.
"Because you act as if I know nothing," responded Joey. Her eyes were lit with a strange fire. "And in reality, I know more of life than you could ever learn. You know books, but books mean nothing. You know arts, but arts mean nothing. Tell me," she said, leaning down, "when was the last time you lived?"
Corr was not enough of an idiot to reply with a "What do you mean? I'm living now!" or a "How stupid are you?" He knew what she meant—and he admitted she was right.
"Truce," he said, more in question than statement.
"We can't keep going on like this," admitted Joey, gazing at him. Hesitantly she agreed: "Truce."
They shook on it.
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Well, that wasn't very good. Oh well. Bye! And please review!
~FireLily