GAH! I'm so sorry, I know I lied! I feel horrible, really I had to go look
at like 30 billion colleges, which was no fun, but now I'm back and I'm
posting and I know it's short and I'm really not to pleased with this
chapter so please I need some feed back on how to make it better! Again
thank you to everyone who's been reviewing, yes you know who you are! :O)
A defining silence resonated through the parish. Ingrid sat upright and unblinking in her seat. Shell shocked by the fact that she wasn't as anonymous as she thought she was. Dozens of questions raced through her head, and instead of finding answers only more uncertainty rose.
Kurt saw the growing panic in her eyes; his ego was evaporating as quickly as it came. He mentally kicked himself for being so brassy. Now, regretting not taking a more subtle root he shifted nervously in the pew, waiting for the girl to respond.
A silent minute passed, then two; Kurt's composer snapped under the girl's piercing gaze. "Despite ze fangs, I promise I don't bite," he prompted in a friendly voice, giving a big toothy grin. He inwardly winced when she recoiled at the sight of his teeth.
Oh great, smooth move Wagner, scare her some more, you're doing a marvelous job! He chided himself.
This was not the reaction he was going for. He had hoped this time would be different.
Cheer up, at least she hasn't run away screaming or set a mob of angry villagers after you with pitchforks, his mind teased. He gave a rueful smile before he sighed, planning to port away; he looked back up at the girl.
Ingrid stared at his face, and into his eyes. They were yellow, and blank, not like he wasn't paying attention, but blank as in void of anything, no iris, no pupil, nothing. She felt compelled to look at them, his face was pointed in her direction but where was his gaze focused?
In some detached part of Ingrid's psyche she took note of how stupid they must have looked sitting in the dark at 6:30 in the morning, just staring at each other. Her thoughts were interrupted as he sighed, and looked down at his feet.
OH MY GOD, his feet were, were. no, focus. She reprimanded herself.
She tore her gaze away from his misshapen feet and back to the pained expression on his face. This is why she was here, why she had come everyday for the last few months. The look on his face was heart wrenching. It was the same face she had seen when they had last meet face to face. As lame as it sounded, it looked like he needed a hug. She suppressed a smile, and gathered up her nerve.
Kurt gave one last nod of his head, closing his eyes and getting ready to make a quick escape. When she spoke,
"I'm Ingrid."
Kurt sat in shock, the girl; Ingrid quickly averted her eyes when he looked at her.
"Kurt" he said genuinely smiling, hoping this time the conversation would last.
"So, h-how did you know I was there?" she stuttered looking at him.
"Vith, ears like zhese," he motioned to his own, "you don't miss much" he joked.
Ingrid tilted head to the side, and gave a little laugh. The two teens continued to sit in the dark, but now they were talking. Kurt's heart was overjoyed, this time it was different.
The End
Gah this stinks, summer is killing all my brain cells I'm sorry, if any one could give me a little bit of advice on where to go from here I'd greatly appreciate it! Thank you so very much for reading this. poopy chapter!
A defining silence resonated through the parish. Ingrid sat upright and unblinking in her seat. Shell shocked by the fact that she wasn't as anonymous as she thought she was. Dozens of questions raced through her head, and instead of finding answers only more uncertainty rose.
Kurt saw the growing panic in her eyes; his ego was evaporating as quickly as it came. He mentally kicked himself for being so brassy. Now, regretting not taking a more subtle root he shifted nervously in the pew, waiting for the girl to respond.
A silent minute passed, then two; Kurt's composer snapped under the girl's piercing gaze. "Despite ze fangs, I promise I don't bite," he prompted in a friendly voice, giving a big toothy grin. He inwardly winced when she recoiled at the sight of his teeth.
Oh great, smooth move Wagner, scare her some more, you're doing a marvelous job! He chided himself.
This was not the reaction he was going for. He had hoped this time would be different.
Cheer up, at least she hasn't run away screaming or set a mob of angry villagers after you with pitchforks, his mind teased. He gave a rueful smile before he sighed, planning to port away; he looked back up at the girl.
Ingrid stared at his face, and into his eyes. They were yellow, and blank, not like he wasn't paying attention, but blank as in void of anything, no iris, no pupil, nothing. She felt compelled to look at them, his face was pointed in her direction but where was his gaze focused?
In some detached part of Ingrid's psyche she took note of how stupid they must have looked sitting in the dark at 6:30 in the morning, just staring at each other. Her thoughts were interrupted as he sighed, and looked down at his feet.
OH MY GOD, his feet were, were. no, focus. She reprimanded herself.
She tore her gaze away from his misshapen feet and back to the pained expression on his face. This is why she was here, why she had come everyday for the last few months. The look on his face was heart wrenching. It was the same face she had seen when they had last meet face to face. As lame as it sounded, it looked like he needed a hug. She suppressed a smile, and gathered up her nerve.
Kurt gave one last nod of his head, closing his eyes and getting ready to make a quick escape. When she spoke,
"I'm Ingrid."
Kurt sat in shock, the girl; Ingrid quickly averted her eyes when he looked at her.
"Kurt" he said genuinely smiling, hoping this time the conversation would last.
"So, h-how did you know I was there?" she stuttered looking at him.
"Vith, ears like zhese," he motioned to his own, "you don't miss much" he joked.
Ingrid tilted head to the side, and gave a little laugh. The two teens continued to sit in the dark, but now they were talking. Kurt's heart was overjoyed, this time it was different.
The End
Gah this stinks, summer is killing all my brain cells I'm sorry, if any one could give me a little bit of advice on where to go from here I'd greatly appreciate it! Thank you so very much for reading this. poopy chapter!