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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, back with a short but hopefully revealing and humorous chapter 10!! Yaaay, my story has finally reached the double digits!! I so appreciate all the reviews you guys have been giving me. I had forgotten how much I love writing before I started this fic. So anyways, laugh, read, review and most of all ENJOY!
Oh, and another excerpt from opera just because I know you loved my last one so much-
Let him die by the sword
Sharpen it and stab
Deep enough to cut his heart out!
~Me, in bare feet, with a knife in a ball gown hacked up by clothespins and chasing cupid around stage. Did I mention that opera is a beautiful thing?
Bon Appetit!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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"So what did you want to talk about?"
John and Peter were now walking through Kensington Gardens. The walk there had been unbearable; John's silence was intimidating and cold. It was a cool spring day, one of those days that you only get a few days after winter has ended. There was a touch of color in the air, but frost still glittered on the trees and the iron gates surrounding the gardens. It gave their surroundings a silent, ethereal feeling.
John didn't answer, but instead continued walking through the frost-kissed park. Peter followed, looking at John expectantly. Their breath clouded into mist, and Peter shivered. He wasn't used to such cold. At least not where he came from.
After a few more moments of painfully awkward silence, John stopped abruptly, and turned to face Peter. It was then that Peter noticed for the first time how much John resembled his father. The same serious sharpness could be found in his pale face, but the same polite kindness shone in his eyes.
"Peter." His voice was stony. "I have some questions for you, and I want you to answer absolutely truthfully. No child-lies, ok?"
Peter nodded hesitantly. How could he say that he wouldn't lie when he didn't even know what sort of questions he was to be asked?
"Ok."
John took a deep breath and asked, "Did you ask me what love is so that you could understand if maybe-maybe you were in love with someone?"
"Well-no...." Peter began, but then saw the disbelieving look on John's face and began again. "Yes."
"Aha. I thought as much. And did you find that my explanation provided you with more insight on this matter?"
"Yes."
"And are you, in fact, in love with someone?"
Peter was tracing circles on his palm now, an annoying nervous habit that he'd had since as long as he could remember. He could feel beads of perspiration appearing on his forehead. Just how much had John heard of his conversation with Wendy? At that point he was somewhat glad that he hadn't been able to go through with his confession.
"According to your definition, yes," Peter replied quickly, hoping that John would get to the point quickly.
"Who is this lucky person, may I ask?" John was now replicating Sherlock Holmes-he was circling Peter as though he was some kind of high-caliber detective.
"I don't think you know her."
"Bullocks! Peter, why don't you just come out and say it? Who-are-you-in- love-with!?"
"Wendy," Peter said under his breath, and John jumped in the air as though he had discovered some kind of clue.
"Aha! So the truth comes out! Well, I must say that I'm glad for you. Jolly good."
Peter looked at John, bewildered. So he had gotten him to confess his love for Wendy. Was that the only reason they had left the warmth of the house to walk in these icy gardens? He could have told that to John anywhere.
At this point the two were walking again, this time in the direction of the Darling house.
"But you know that she's to be married next week."
Peter grit his teeth, trying to stay calm. "Thanks for reminding me. It's bad enough that she doesn't love me, but that she loves another person...."
"Peter! Have you even met this person?" John exclaimed, in shock.
"No. But you said that when you marry someone you love them--"
John was now flushed with anger, mostly at himself for giving Peter the wrong idea.
"Well I was telling you about the old-fashioned kind of marriage! Now listen: marriage today isn't based around love. It's about parents finding the richest man they can who's willing to marry their daughter. It's forced."
Peter's heart exploded with happiness at these words. Maybe, just maybe, Wendy didn't love this man! His mind was filled with happy thoughts. But his mind was also filled with anger at Wendy's parents; he just couldn't believe that they would ever make Wendy marry someone she didn't love. The Darling's just seemed to kindhearted.
'And they probably wouldn't,' a voice somewhere in his head taunted him, 'There's always the possibility that she does love him. She could have been lucky enough to become engaged to a man who she does love. Like you said, her parents are too kind for that'
Peter had to take the risk.
"He's coming over for dinner tonight," John's voice interrupted Peter's conversation with himself, "You can see for yourself whether she loves him or not."
"But how can I tell?" Peter asked. People didn't just wear their hearts on their sleeves. Or skirts. Or whatever-Peter wasn't accustomed to wearing the normal garb.
"The answer will be in her eyes, Peter. Compare the way she looks at him to the way she looks at you. Then you'll be sure," John said matter-of- factly. He had met Edward; he knew what he was like. If there was any chance of getting his sister out of a marriage that was completely wrong for her, he would take it.
"Alright then, I will. Do you think I'll see what I want?" Peter asked hopefully.
"How could I possibly know? I'm just her little brother," John smiled, feigning ignorance.
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"Well, looks as though our little walk is over. I trust you learned something?" John said as he took off his jacket in the foyer of the house, leaving it on the banister.
Peter nodded; eager to get out of John's presence for fear that he might be bombarded with uncomfortable questions again. He didn't think he could bear it.
John began to ascend the stairs on his way to the nursery when he stopped suddenly, and turned to face Peter again; who was still standing amidst the shoes and coats of the Darling family.
"You know, Peter, maybe I'm wrong-maybe you don't love her. Maybe you're just sexually attracted to her." It seemed to take a lot of effort on John's part to say this.
"What's that?" Peter chided, puzzled.
"Ok, well obviously you aren't then. But you know-like as in-sex? Haven't you heard....?" John looked astonished.
"What's that?" Peter was far beyond confused now. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why John was asking these questions if it was making him blush so madly.
"Well I-I-I guess you'll find out eventually. Don't worry about right now," John sighed, and disappeared up the stairs, Peter still staring after him.
"Ok," he said to no one in particular. He shrugged and followed John up the stairs.
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Afterthoughts: Yah, yah, I know it was kind of short! But I promise that it does have utter relevance to the next few chapters (Squee-ers, get out your boxes of Kleenex)! I hope you all liked chapter 10, I just loved writing that little dialogue at the end, I was cracking up when I was writing that.
*Cringes as people stare, thoroughly weirded out*
So keep reading and reviewing, and I hope you all come back for the tumultuous ride of emotions that is-dundundun-CHAPTER 11!!!!!!! It'll be longer, I promise.
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, back with a short but hopefully revealing and humorous chapter 10!! Yaaay, my story has finally reached the double digits!! I so appreciate all the reviews you guys have been giving me. I had forgotten how much I love writing before I started this fic. So anyways, laugh, read, review and most of all ENJOY!
Oh, and another excerpt from opera just because I know you loved my last one so much-
Let him die by the sword
Sharpen it and stab
Deep enough to cut his heart out!
~Me, in bare feet, with a knife in a ball gown hacked up by clothespins and chasing cupid around stage. Did I mention that opera is a beautiful thing?
Bon Appetit!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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"So what did you want to talk about?"
John and Peter were now walking through Kensington Gardens. The walk there had been unbearable; John's silence was intimidating and cold. It was a cool spring day, one of those days that you only get a few days after winter has ended. There was a touch of color in the air, but frost still glittered on the trees and the iron gates surrounding the gardens. It gave their surroundings a silent, ethereal feeling.
John didn't answer, but instead continued walking through the frost-kissed park. Peter followed, looking at John expectantly. Their breath clouded into mist, and Peter shivered. He wasn't used to such cold. At least not where he came from.
After a few more moments of painfully awkward silence, John stopped abruptly, and turned to face Peter. It was then that Peter noticed for the first time how much John resembled his father. The same serious sharpness could be found in his pale face, but the same polite kindness shone in his eyes.
"Peter." His voice was stony. "I have some questions for you, and I want you to answer absolutely truthfully. No child-lies, ok?"
Peter nodded hesitantly. How could he say that he wouldn't lie when he didn't even know what sort of questions he was to be asked?
"Ok."
John took a deep breath and asked, "Did you ask me what love is so that you could understand if maybe-maybe you were in love with someone?"
"Well-no...." Peter began, but then saw the disbelieving look on John's face and began again. "Yes."
"Aha. I thought as much. And did you find that my explanation provided you with more insight on this matter?"
"Yes."
"And are you, in fact, in love with someone?"
Peter was tracing circles on his palm now, an annoying nervous habit that he'd had since as long as he could remember. He could feel beads of perspiration appearing on his forehead. Just how much had John heard of his conversation with Wendy? At that point he was somewhat glad that he hadn't been able to go through with his confession.
"According to your definition, yes," Peter replied quickly, hoping that John would get to the point quickly.
"Who is this lucky person, may I ask?" John was now replicating Sherlock Holmes-he was circling Peter as though he was some kind of high-caliber detective.
"I don't think you know her."
"Bullocks! Peter, why don't you just come out and say it? Who-are-you-in- love-with!?"
"Wendy," Peter said under his breath, and John jumped in the air as though he had discovered some kind of clue.
"Aha! So the truth comes out! Well, I must say that I'm glad for you. Jolly good."
Peter looked at John, bewildered. So he had gotten him to confess his love for Wendy. Was that the only reason they had left the warmth of the house to walk in these icy gardens? He could have told that to John anywhere.
At this point the two were walking again, this time in the direction of the Darling house.
"But you know that she's to be married next week."
Peter grit his teeth, trying to stay calm. "Thanks for reminding me. It's bad enough that she doesn't love me, but that she loves another person...."
"Peter! Have you even met this person?" John exclaimed, in shock.
"No. But you said that when you marry someone you love them--"
John was now flushed with anger, mostly at himself for giving Peter the wrong idea.
"Well I was telling you about the old-fashioned kind of marriage! Now listen: marriage today isn't based around love. It's about parents finding the richest man they can who's willing to marry their daughter. It's forced."
Peter's heart exploded with happiness at these words. Maybe, just maybe, Wendy didn't love this man! His mind was filled with happy thoughts. But his mind was also filled with anger at Wendy's parents; he just couldn't believe that they would ever make Wendy marry someone she didn't love. The Darling's just seemed to kindhearted.
'And they probably wouldn't,' a voice somewhere in his head taunted him, 'There's always the possibility that she does love him. She could have been lucky enough to become engaged to a man who she does love. Like you said, her parents are too kind for that'
Peter had to take the risk.
"He's coming over for dinner tonight," John's voice interrupted Peter's conversation with himself, "You can see for yourself whether she loves him or not."
"But how can I tell?" Peter asked. People didn't just wear their hearts on their sleeves. Or skirts. Or whatever-Peter wasn't accustomed to wearing the normal garb.
"The answer will be in her eyes, Peter. Compare the way she looks at him to the way she looks at you. Then you'll be sure," John said matter-of- factly. He had met Edward; he knew what he was like. If there was any chance of getting his sister out of a marriage that was completely wrong for her, he would take it.
"Alright then, I will. Do you think I'll see what I want?" Peter asked hopefully.
"How could I possibly know? I'm just her little brother," John smiled, feigning ignorance.
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"Well, looks as though our little walk is over. I trust you learned something?" John said as he took off his jacket in the foyer of the house, leaving it on the banister.
Peter nodded; eager to get out of John's presence for fear that he might be bombarded with uncomfortable questions again. He didn't think he could bear it.
John began to ascend the stairs on his way to the nursery when he stopped suddenly, and turned to face Peter again; who was still standing amidst the shoes and coats of the Darling family.
"You know, Peter, maybe I'm wrong-maybe you don't love her. Maybe you're just sexually attracted to her." It seemed to take a lot of effort on John's part to say this.
"What's that?" Peter chided, puzzled.
"Ok, well obviously you aren't then. But you know-like as in-sex? Haven't you heard....?" John looked astonished.
"What's that?" Peter was far beyond confused now. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why John was asking these questions if it was making him blush so madly.
"Well I-I-I guess you'll find out eventually. Don't worry about right now," John sighed, and disappeared up the stairs, Peter still staring after him.
"Ok," he said to no one in particular. He shrugged and followed John up the stairs.
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Afterthoughts: Yah, yah, I know it was kind of short! But I promise that it does have utter relevance to the next few chapters (Squee-ers, get out your boxes of Kleenex)! I hope you all liked chapter 10, I just loved writing that little dialogue at the end, I was cracking up when I was writing that.
*Cringes as people stare, thoroughly weirded out*
So keep reading and reviewing, and I hope you all come back for the tumultuous ride of emotions that is-dundundun-CHAPTER 11!!!!!!! It'll be longer, I promise.
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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