Sandra locked the door of the bookstore and turned to face Miles. "Well,
we're done! Thanks for all your help," she said.
"No problem. It's a nice job, I wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe I'll drop in tomorrow," he said. "Hey. do you want to go for dinner? My treat."
Sandra gave him a smile, but she shook her head. "That's really sweet of you, but I'm meeting my boyfriend Damien for dinner later. So I'll be going home now to get ready." As she said that, she felt a slight pang of regret. Dinner with Miles would have been nice. She gave him a little wave and turned to go. She wanted to be early for Damien.
"Wait!" Miles called. Sandra turned, wondering what it was that he wanted to ask. He looked down, running a hand through his hair. "Erm. I'll send you home. Then you'll have more time to get ready," he said.
Sandra beamed at him. "That would be nice. Thank you."
***
Miles drove home after sending Sandra. He didn't really feel like eating anymore. He didn't know that Sandra had a boyfriend, and now he didn't know why he was so affected by the fact that Sandra had a boyfriend. It wasn't like he was going to ask her out or anything.
"But you were asking her out to dinner." a little voice said in his head.
"Shut up," Miles said loudly. He sighed. "Great, now I'm going insane. It must be Jesse. Jesse and his incredibly dramatic love life are driving me nuts. I'm never going to help anyone again when it comes to romance."
But that still didn't answer the question on why he was so disappointed that Sandra had a boyfriend.
***
Jesse sat around Miles' room, wondering how he could possibly tell Ana this very important secret. Keeping it from her was definitely out of the question. "How did I tell Winnie the last time?" he wondered to himself. Then he remembered that he hadn't told Winnie, Miles had. "Bloody great," he muttered. Ana was just going to freak and he would find himself standing outside with his bags, stranded in Paris without a place to stay. And he would probably lose Miles his room as well. Great. Just great.
He got up and paced around. He had to tell Ana, and he had to tell her soon. He couldn't possibly call home and ask Miles to explain it all for him. Firstly, Miles would kill him if he did that. Secondly. Miles would kill him if he did that. So calling home was totally out of the question.
"Ah I'll figure it out when we're talking," he muttered to himself. Opening the door, he went out in search for Ana.
He found her sitting in front of the TV, watching this strange French TV series that he had tried to watch but just couldn't understand. Maybe it had something to do with him not watching the front part of the series, because Ana did and she found the show hilarious. She automatically put her head on his shoulder when he sat down next to her. Jesse couldn't help smiling. He loved Ana so much that it was crazy.
"Ana, there's something I have to tell you," he said carefully.
Something in his tone must have registered with Ana, because she turned off the TV immediately and turned a little to face him. "What is it?" she asked.
The words stuck in Jesse's throat. He had them, he was all ready to say it, but they stuck in his throat. He swallowed and tried again, but to no avail. Great. Ana was looking at him, frowning a little. Just great. He must really look like a goldfish. "I'm immortal," he finally blurted out, and then slapped a hand over his forehead. "Great. That was the least tactful way ever to put it. And the Idiot of the Year prize goes to Jesse Tuck."
***
Ana stared at Jesse, still cursing himself for messing up an important speech AGAIN. This was really happening. She couldn't believe it. She had been expecting it, of course, after reading Miles' diary. She wasn't shocked, or surprised. She had been waiting for the moment to come. Her heart pounded in her chest. Now it was her turn to tell him, but she couldn't find the words herself.
***
"You're not alone in this." There was the sound of a drawer opening, and closing again.
Huh? Jesse looked at Ana, and almost leapt out of his skin. She was holding a knife over her wrist! Before he could grab the knife from her, she cut into her wrist. Deeply.
Jesse gaped in horror, but before he had time to think about calling an ambulance or crying or calling home, Ana lifted the knife and he saw that her wrist was still whole. The knife had made no mark on it at all!
He transferred his wide-eyed stare from Ana's wrist to her face. He must have looked like a real idiot, because Ana suddenly burst out laughing. "What made you think that you were the only ones to drink from that cursed spring?"
***
NOTE: Did I totally destroy the story? I've been thinking about this happening for quite a while and I thought it would be nice and original, what do you think? Please flame me if you think it necessary!
"No problem. It's a nice job, I wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe I'll drop in tomorrow," he said. "Hey. do you want to go for dinner? My treat."
Sandra gave him a smile, but she shook her head. "That's really sweet of you, but I'm meeting my boyfriend Damien for dinner later. So I'll be going home now to get ready." As she said that, she felt a slight pang of regret. Dinner with Miles would have been nice. She gave him a little wave and turned to go. She wanted to be early for Damien.
"Wait!" Miles called. Sandra turned, wondering what it was that he wanted to ask. He looked down, running a hand through his hair. "Erm. I'll send you home. Then you'll have more time to get ready," he said.
Sandra beamed at him. "That would be nice. Thank you."
***
Miles drove home after sending Sandra. He didn't really feel like eating anymore. He didn't know that Sandra had a boyfriend, and now he didn't know why he was so affected by the fact that Sandra had a boyfriend. It wasn't like he was going to ask her out or anything.
"But you were asking her out to dinner." a little voice said in his head.
"Shut up," Miles said loudly. He sighed. "Great, now I'm going insane. It must be Jesse. Jesse and his incredibly dramatic love life are driving me nuts. I'm never going to help anyone again when it comes to romance."
But that still didn't answer the question on why he was so disappointed that Sandra had a boyfriend.
***
Jesse sat around Miles' room, wondering how he could possibly tell Ana this very important secret. Keeping it from her was definitely out of the question. "How did I tell Winnie the last time?" he wondered to himself. Then he remembered that he hadn't told Winnie, Miles had. "Bloody great," he muttered. Ana was just going to freak and he would find himself standing outside with his bags, stranded in Paris without a place to stay. And he would probably lose Miles his room as well. Great. Just great.
He got up and paced around. He had to tell Ana, and he had to tell her soon. He couldn't possibly call home and ask Miles to explain it all for him. Firstly, Miles would kill him if he did that. Secondly. Miles would kill him if he did that. So calling home was totally out of the question.
"Ah I'll figure it out when we're talking," he muttered to himself. Opening the door, he went out in search for Ana.
He found her sitting in front of the TV, watching this strange French TV series that he had tried to watch but just couldn't understand. Maybe it had something to do with him not watching the front part of the series, because Ana did and she found the show hilarious. She automatically put her head on his shoulder when he sat down next to her. Jesse couldn't help smiling. He loved Ana so much that it was crazy.
"Ana, there's something I have to tell you," he said carefully.
Something in his tone must have registered with Ana, because she turned off the TV immediately and turned a little to face him. "What is it?" she asked.
The words stuck in Jesse's throat. He had them, he was all ready to say it, but they stuck in his throat. He swallowed and tried again, but to no avail. Great. Ana was looking at him, frowning a little. Just great. He must really look like a goldfish. "I'm immortal," he finally blurted out, and then slapped a hand over his forehead. "Great. That was the least tactful way ever to put it. And the Idiot of the Year prize goes to Jesse Tuck."
***
Ana stared at Jesse, still cursing himself for messing up an important speech AGAIN. This was really happening. She couldn't believe it. She had been expecting it, of course, after reading Miles' diary. She wasn't shocked, or surprised. She had been waiting for the moment to come. Her heart pounded in her chest. Now it was her turn to tell him, but she couldn't find the words herself.
***
"You're not alone in this." There was the sound of a drawer opening, and closing again.
Huh? Jesse looked at Ana, and almost leapt out of his skin. She was holding a knife over her wrist! Before he could grab the knife from her, she cut into her wrist. Deeply.
Jesse gaped in horror, but before he had time to think about calling an ambulance or crying or calling home, Ana lifted the knife and he saw that her wrist was still whole. The knife had made no mark on it at all!
He transferred his wide-eyed stare from Ana's wrist to her face. He must have looked like a real idiot, because Ana suddenly burst out laughing. "What made you think that you were the only ones to drink from that cursed spring?"
***
NOTE: Did I totally destroy the story? I've been thinking about this happening for quite a while and I thought it would be nice and original, what do you think? Please flame me if you think it necessary!