Chapter 5: There's Something About Mary.
Spring 14
There really is very little of interest to write today. I guess I am just wasting space here. The book does only have so many pages…..I think I'll wait for something worth noting to write about.
-Mary-
There was nothing else written until the next season. It looked like nothing exciting ever happened in the village even back then.
Summer 6
Jack used to come by the library every once in awhile, but since mid-spring he has come by almost every day. It's not that I'm upset to see him, but I've noticed that he doesn't exactly read when he comes in; so much as just speak to me. It is nice to have the company. The strangest thing is happening, though. I'm starting to feel……strange around him. I can't explain it at all. It's just a feeling throughout my whole body, like a shock, but not painful and in any way. I don't understand.
I'm not the only one who has been changing; Gray is being very different now too. The other day, I was talking to Jack about his farm and Gray had come in, paused at the door to look at us, then moved on to the shelves. Soon after, Jack said his goodbyes and left. Almost the moment he left, Gray closed his book and came up to me.
"I don't think you should trust him as much as you do." He said, rather coldly.
"What do you mean, Gray?"
"How well do you know him? He has only been here for a short while, after all."
"Gray, it's been over a month, I think that doesn't count as a 'short while.'"
He huffed and said the weirdest thing: "I just don't want you getting hurt."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind. I have to go. Bye."
He left without another word. I have no idea what he meant. Getting hurt? Jack would never harm me in anyway, I know he wouldn't. What's the matter with Gray? Maybe that's something to worry about at a different date.
-Mary-
So Gray knew that early about the bond between he soon-to-be parents and he wasn't happy about it in anyway. Gray must have felt just as strongly about Mary and his father must have. Leo wondered if Jack ever knew about the way Gray felt. Maybe he would never know now or maybe the answer was in another entry.
Summer 16
I am writing this from my bed, like normal, but it isn't night. It's the middle of the afternoon, but I can't get out of bed. I hurt my leg and, if it wasn't for Jack, I may still be on the floor of the library. Let me explain:
The barge came in today with supplies early this morning. Jeff, the store owner, was kind enough to drop off my new supply of books. I thanked him and then went to putting them in their proper places.
I was on the last book that went at the very top of the shelf. I needed the aid of a stepping stool as I am too short to get it up in its space correctly. Well, I placed the stool a bit to far away, but thought I could make it anyway. You see, I was in a bit of a rush to be done. I was writing my new novel and was in the middle of a wonderful brainstorm when Jeff came in and I wanted to get back to my writing before I lost it. Well, my laziness cost me. The stool slipped from under me and I fell. I landed on my left foot and then went flat to the ground. I sat up, and rubbed my head. I felt fine until I tired to stand. A hot bolt of pain shot though the foot I landed on and I fell back down. I tried again and couldn't stand, the pain was too much.
I was starting to fear that I would remain trapped in my library for hours when the door opened. I shielded my eyes from the sun's light and I heard a voice.
"Mary! Are you alright?"
It was Jack. He rushed down beside me. I told him what and happened and how I could not stand. He said I would be alright and that he would take me home. Before I could ask how he slipped one arm around my back and the other around my legs. I gasped as he lifted me up into the air. I protested as told him to put me down, but he refused.
"No. Your hurt and I'm taking you to your house."
Before I could say a word, he walked on with me in his arms. I threw both arms around his neck to keep myself from falling. As I looked up at him I realized just how close I was to him and I saw that Jack was more then just cute; he was hansom. I felt my face blush heavily and my heart was almost out of my chest. He didn't seem to notice. Jack kept his eyes ahead of him until we reached the door to my home. I had to open it, of course.
My mother was shocked and Jack calmly explained what had happened. Mother nodded and guided his to my room. He was very gentle as he put me to bed. Jack stayed for awhile as mother tended to my needs. I'm sure Jack would have been her longer if mom hadn't pushed him out, saying I needed my rest. He waved good-bye and was gone.
Maybe I do need to sleep, but I can't, I keep thinking about Jack. He looked like a hero or something, carrying me so. When I was in his arms I felt so safe, so warm. I never wanted to be put down. I wanted to be in his arms forever. Yes, I'm not so naive. I'm beginning to understand. I've read many a book and in each, the emotion is descried in the same way. I know the truth now. I am falling in love with Jack.