Chapter 2

Death checked his watch again, looking around. "Are you absolutely sure this is our hallway?"

I smiled at him. "Why would it not be?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe because I've never seen this hallway before."

"Oh um hmm maybe it is the wrong hallway ha ha."

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Yeah. Maybe."

"Hey I'm sorry I'm distracted, I didn't sleep much."

"That might explain it. Now, let's get back on track."

"Um hmm, yeah now you're going to walk and give me a piggyback ride."

He laughed. "Well, hop on!"

Smiling I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned against his shoulder. He laughed and shook his head a bit. "You really are random, aren't you?" he asked standing up and grabbing my legs.

"Yes Yes I am."

"No explanation needed, then."

We grinned and he continued walking.

As we neared the correct class, the bell rang. "Great timing," I whispered.

He muttered to himself. "Nice. Absolutely fan-freaking-tastic."

"Sorry too tired to do magic this morning."

"At least we aren't too late."

"How is not being late to history a good thing?"

"It's one of my favorite subjects."

"Oh I don't mind the class just the home work."

"I see. You mind if I set you down?"

"Oh yeah, if I fall asleep kick my chair."

He nodded, setting me down. As I plopped down in my seat I noticed several students watching us.

He didn't really notice as he sat down. "Death!" I whispered.

"What?" His lips barely moved.

"Look at the table behind us."

He turned his head. As he glanced around the room everybody sort of stiffened and glared at our table. "Why do they look like that?"

"I was hoping you would know."

"Nice." He turned back around, and rolled his shoulders.

"What?"

"It was sarcasm."

"I know but I'm asking, what as in what are you thinking."

"I do not know what to think at this moment."

"Neither do I."

We couldn't further the discussion because our teacher decided to show up.

"Good morning, class!"

"Morning Ms. Cheerilee." the entire class said in unison.

"Did everyone have a good week so far?"

"Yep," I smiled, I'm usually the only one who answers that question.

Death shrugged. "Meh."

"Wonderful, wonderful, take out your hoof pads and open your books to where we left off."

Death got his out, opening the book. I hate these stupid pads, they don't like me whatsoever. Death, however, seemed to actually know what he was doing with them. "Get me to the book please," I sighed giving up and handing it to him. The only thing those things were good for was writing my stories.

He glanced at me, and chuckled a bit.

"What, technology hates me." I muttered defensively.

He shook his head, chuckling. "My condolences."

I glared at him again then socked his arm. "Don't laugh at my suffering count Dracula."

He held his arm, acting like it hurt. "Ouch. Ok!" He put his hand over his mouth, and chuckled again. "Sorry."

Giving him my best death glare I scowled. "Are you going to help?"

"Sure."

Finally he loaded up the book and our lesson began. We finished before the rest of the class to my amusement.

After the bell rang, he got up, packing his stuff up.

"That was the final bell right?"

"Yeah. Time to head home, I guess."

"I have to catch my bus."

"Me too." He put his bag over his shoulders.

"See you tomorrow."

He nodded, grinning. "See ya then."

I stood and as I made my way to my bus I wanted to accuse Death of stalking me.

He scratched his head. "Wait a second. Do we take the same dang bus?"

"Which bus do you take?"

"13."

"Bloody heck I guess we do."

"And how did we not actually know each other before now?"

"On the bus I ignore the world and listen to music."

"Same here."

"Hmm are you sure you're not from some alternate universe and you're me in a guy form?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"Okay well looks like I am not going to ignore the world."

He grinned. "Looks like it."

TIME SKIP

"You're my bloody NEIGHBOR!"

"I'd like to know if I'm dreaming. Pinch me. Hard."

"Okay." I pinched a small amount of skin causing him to jump. The smaller the pinch the more it hurts.

He grabbed his arm, looking at me in awe. "Nope. It's not."

"Bloody freaking HECK!" we both stood in my yard yelling.

"I KNOW!"

"TELL ME HOW IN HECK WE NEVER MET EACH OTHER!"

"I WISH I KNEW!"

"MOTHER!"

My mom stepped out onto the porch and crossed her arms, "Yes."

"Did you know he was our neighbor?"

"Yes his mother and I are good friends."

"You're freaking kidding me."

As she left, Death smiled at me. "Guess you can't get rid of me."

"No, no I can't, ya hungry?"

"A little."

"Good cause you're driving me into town but I'll pay."

"Fine by me. You ever ride a motorcycle?"

"No."

He grinned. "Well, you soon will!"

"Oh dear, bloody hell."

He laughed. "Come on, you've got to live a little!"

"But do you have a helmet?"

"Yeah. Two, in fact."

"Good, very, very good."

He smiled. "Well? You coming?"

"Um yeah, uh lets go." I stood still frozen on the street.

He walked over to his garage, which was RIGHT ACROSS THE FREAKING STREET, and opened it up. "Say hello to our ride, Isabella."

"Yeah never mind." He called his motorcycle Isabella.

He grabbed two helmets, and tossed one at me. "Don't worry."

"DON'T WORRY."

"Haven't had one accident with her." He pulled out his keys, and hopped on. "She's been good to me. I think she'll be fine with you."

"But there's no doors." I sighed giving up.

"Come on, live a little. Hop on." He put his helmet on, and revved the engine.

Bloody heck.

He grinned behind his helmet visor. "What's the matter? Scared?"

"No," I scowled jumping up on the motorcycle and pulling on the helmet.

"Good. Let's roll." He revved the engine again, and drove out of the garage and into the street.

"You tricked me, hope you realize that."

"Now why would I do that?" He drove into town, chuckling.

I'll get him back later.

TIME SKIP (Again)

He parked in a public parking lot, turning off the engine and patting it. "See? Not a scratch on her or us!"

"Yet."

"Oh, come on. You've got to give her some credit!" He got off, pulling his helmet off. "I've had her for a while. And look at me!"

"My point exactly."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You're completely insane."

"And what does that make you, hmm?"

"I'm crazy not insane, not that there is much of a difference but still."

He chuckled. "Whatever floats your boat. So, where are we headed first?"

"Oh anywhere honestly I'm just hungry and can't handle my mom's cooking."

"I think I know just the place."

"Please tell me it doesn't involve more of your version of fun," I shuddered.

He frowned, patting the bike. "You're hurting her feelings."

"Oh nevermind."

"But unless you mean being able to eat all you want, nope." I sighed in relief and followed him towards Canterlot Buffet.

"This is my favorite place here, other than the Theatre."

"I second that."

He grinned, opening the door. "Ladies first."

Shaking my head I laughed and entered. I was intoxicated by a ton of amazing smells.

He followed, taking a deep breath. "You gotta love this place."

"It does smell amazing."

"Wait until you get a taste." He grinned, walking to the cashier. "Table for two, please."

The cashier nodded, typing something in. "Welcome back, DR. So, what drinks will you be taking?"

"Uh Root beer."

"Same here."

the dude nodded. "So, the usual." He filled up two cups, placing them on a tray, and handing it to them. "That'll be 10 bits."

I sighed pulled out my wallet and handed the cash to Death. "That the right amount?"

Death nodded, handing it over, and picking up the tray. "Have a good one, dude."

"Dude?"

Death motioned to the cashier. "You pick our seats, Celeste."

"You bet." I turned and looked at the tables. There was an empty booth in the corner, sure it was close to the window but it was empty.

"Well?"

"That one back there."

"Ok." He walked over, setting the tray down.

"It all looks so good."

"Well, once you pay, it's all free game." He grinned.

"Awesome."