I walked back to my seat, pants looking the driest I could get them to look. It was a tedious errand, but I managed to make it work somewhat well.
And the thoughts I was having about Demetri? All gone. Nowhere to be found. That is, until I saw him. He had the stupidest expression on his face and I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"You wouldn't believe how nasty this stuff is," he said, bright crimson eyes locked on mine.
"Yeah, well you wouldn't believe how hard it is to wash out of jeans," I said, but felt sorry I said it right as it came out of my mouth. Now that gave Demetri an excuse to look down there. Real smooth, Jane.
"I would've helped you, but somehow I didn't think you'd like the idea," he said and kept looking.
"You would've been too busy trying to get my top off to help," I said, scowling. He was still looking down there.
I lifted his chin up to look me in the eyes and said, "Eyes up here," drawing an air circle around my face. He ignored the gesture and commented on my previous statement. At least he didn't move his head from the position I put it in.
"Oh, Jane, I'm hurt," he said, mocking puppy dog eyes. Somehow I can't imagine a red-eyed puppy, though. "You know how polite I try to be. First I'd clean your pants, then operation top would begin," he said smiling. At least his eyes were still on mine.
But I couldn't stand it. The perverted comments were all too much. A sudden hatred filled my veins and I had a lot of it to make up for the blood that was supposed to be there.
"You know, sometimes I wish I were on the Cullen's side, just so I could be on the opposite side of you!" I shrieked. I only wish I would've said it quieter, because I'm pretty sure the ancients heard and I would get a huge scolding when we got back.
"Ow, that one really hurt me, Jane," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and turning toward the window seat. Luckily, he seemed so determined to make me apologize that he didn't say a word to me on the rest of the plane ride. He struck a few loud conversations with Renata, since she was behind him, but didn't say anything to me. I was quite ecstatic actually. It was high time he stopped talking to me.
I can't say I was too surprised that Demetri still wasn't talking to me when we got off the plane, but for some reason I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me like a tsunami. It was so out of character for him not to be talking to me for this long. Could I really have hurt his feelings that much? I was only joking, after all.
I would never join their side, not even if some force beyond my reach made me. They were just that repulsive. How could they be on the same side as werewolves? True, they weren't the actual ones I helped to fight off, they weren't children of the moon. They were shape shifters, but still my question remains intact.
After not being able to stand the awkward silence any longer, I decided to do something. If Demetri could be out of character, I could too. It take two to tango, or in this case, apologize.
"Hey Demetri, I'm sorry. About what I said. On the plane. About the Cullens'. And me. Joining them." Could I be anymore of a dork? I managed to turn one sentence into five short ones. Apologizing, like sarcasm, is not my strong point.
I saw a huge, toothy (or would it be fangy?) grin display on his face. His crimson eyes seemed to light up (would that make pink?)as well when he said, "Is the girl infamously known for not apologizing, saying sorry? To me?" Boy, was he pushing his luck.
"Take it or leave it. I don't need your criticism, just your acceptance. It's not the same without you." Did I really just say that? I'd better clarify before he gets the wrong idea. "I mean without your big mouth. No that's not right, I mean, well… you better know what I mean because I have no idea what I'm saying anymore and I'm just gonna stop now…" I mumbled weakly. Apologizing plus Demetri plus myself cannot have a good solution on the other side of the equal sign.
"Whoa, whoa, don't hurt yourself. I know this whole apologizing stuff is not your thing, but I get what you're saying. You would be lost without me," he said.
I guessed it would be better to go along with it. "Yeah, exactly," I said, hoping he knew I was trying to be sarcastic. He looked surprised, so I guessed he didn't get it. "Ever heard of sarcasm?"
He began laughing so hard I thought I was going to have to give him CPR. Oh no, what the heck was I thinking?! Mouth to mouth? Vampires don't even need to breathe! "you… sarcasm… wow." he mumbled out in sputtered jumbles.
"Yeah, I know, I'm not the best at sarcasm, but you don't need to laugh at me. You're hurting my feelings," I said, pouting. I probably sounded like a little kid, but it had the effect I wanted, at least.
"Aw, come on, I didn't mean it like that," he said. He actually looked genuinely sorry. "Come on, don't be mad at me, Janey." I couldn't help it I started giggling. What a name!
"How about we make a truce, you never call me that again and I'll…"
"Never try to kill me again," he finished for me.
"Do you know how hard it is to restrain from killing you? How about you never try to get me to do anything sexual with you like you always are, and I'll not kill you," I said.
"Okay, then I get to call you Janey."
"No, you don't."
"Janey!" he screamed to the whole airport.
"Stop it!" I hush-screamed.
"Janey," he yelled louder.
"Grrr… what do you want from me?" I asked. Anything to get him to stop.
"Hmm… I get to teach you how to be sarcastic," he said after what seemed to be an internal argument between his good and bad angels on both shoulders.
"That's it? Okay, you got yourself a deal," I said.
I held my hand out for him to shake on it and as we did I felt a small tingle where his fingers touched upon my palm.
"If either of us wants to quit out, though, the other's conditions are not applicable from thence forth," he said. I agreed and that was when our truce began.