Heloooow! This is my not-so-weekly update! Sorry its been so long, but it is a long chapter. Twenty three pages. Ha! (which makes my song of the week yellowcard-twentythree. Even though its been bananaphone until now.) enough of useless information! Story time!
okay, so i KNOW there is a problem with the spacing inbetween lines, and i have tried to fix it, but i am lazy and cant be bothered anymore. sorry.
--JAYMIE--
I was walking through the forest near the La Push beach. The nurse had made good on her promise to let me go, but I didn't want to go home just yet, and I felt like some fresh air would do me good. The sky was gray and it was cold, but not raining as I pulled my hood up over my head, trying to keep warm. The forest was thinning, and I could hear the crash of waves on the rocks. My mind wandered as I walked, and I thought of the guy who had visited at the hospital, Mitchell. I couldn't help thinking that he seemed nice enough though. I would have to get used to having friends again. I looked around at where I had ended up, it was near the top of a cliff where some people liked to dive off. Some crazy people, that was. I walked downhill until I recognized a well concealed path that I had discovered some time before. The path hugged the face of the cliff until it came to a dead end with a couple of rocks that were comfortable to sit on. I looked down at the crashing waves, I was so close that the spray occasionally reached me. The place was tucked away well, and you could only find it if you were looking for it. I sat down, facing the cliff and closed my eyes. Usually the walk down here wouldn't have tired me at all, but I was breathing hard and my muscles felt sore from the exercise. I supposed it was only fair, if I had laid almost a full week in hospital without moving while I was recovering.
I lost myself in the crashing of the waves a short way below me, and the call of seagulls. I think I dosed off for a while, because when I opened my eyes again it was colder, and the sun was much lower in the sky. I heard voices and splashes below, and leaned around the rock behind me to see who was swimming in this weather. It was the Quileute guys. Of course. No one else would be swimming in the cold like this. They were weird. I looked harder, trying to recognize who they were. There were three. Embry and Quil, I thought. And… they were diving under the water, and it was hard for me to tell who the third person was. As he came up for breath I recognized him. Kyle, the one who had saved me. He looked around, and I turned and settled back on my rock, hoping that he hadn't seen me.
I sat there for a moment, thinking about what to do. It only took a little while for me to decide that I didn't want to be seen. I had considered going down and thanking him for saving me, but for one it would mean that they would know where my little hiding place was, and secondly, I still wasn't sure why Kyle had saved me. It seemed stupid, but I wanted to see how he reacted when I was back in school. Would he talk to me, or ignore me like everyone else?
I decided to stay put. They would probably get sick of the cold water soon, and leave me free to make my escape. As I sat behind my rock, I could hear some of what they were talking about.
"So…Who is she?" I heard either Quil or Embry ask.
I looked over the rock again to see them lounging around, floating on their backs in the water.
"Yeah," Embry said. "That girl you're always thinking about."
"Aye… she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I felt a ripple go down my spine. That was Kyle.
Embry wolf whistled, and I wondered who they were talking about.
"What's her name?" Quil asked.
"She… Ah'm not quite sure." Kyle was talking again.
"You don't even know her name?"
"Ah've only seen her in school. Ah don't think I've got many classes with her."
"You don't think you've got classes with her?" Embry raised his eyebrows.
Quil looked up, near where I was sitting, and I ducked back. He shook his head. "What's she look like?"
Kyle's voice got dreamy. "Weel, she's got the most beautiful hair, long and dark blonde. An' she's got the most amazing eyes…" he trailed off, and I decided that there was no way that I was going to listen to him describe who he liked. He was a nice guy I supposed, but I didn't want to know who he liked. And at this point, I didn't care if they found my hiding place. If they hadn't left now, they weren't likely to leave any time soon. I sighed and started to creep back the way I had come.
I almost slipped, saving myself at the last moment and sending a shower of small stones down into the sea. I knew that one of them would notice that, and I hightailed it out of there.
--KYLE--
I heard the cascade of stones falling down the cliff, and looked up just in time to see a flash of yellow disappear from round a corner.
"Who was that?" I asked
Embry winked at Quil. "I don't know."
I saw his wink out of the corner of my eye. "Ye'r not a very gud liar Embry."
He shrugged, and splashed some water at me. "So… about this girl…"
"Oh Aye." I remembered how she had looked, so frail and breakable, as I carried her to hospital. She had some burns on her arms and legs, and it hurt me to look at them. I had been to the hospital to see her, but whenever I was there she was unconscious. I sighed, and wished I could be near her again.
Embry pushed me under the water, and I pulled him down with me. Quil jumped on top of both of us, and I felt my feet hit the bottom. I tensed my muscles and pushed upwards as hard as I could. We shot up, and Embry and Quil flew up into the air. I laughed as they hit the water again, making huge splashes. I shook my head to get some of the water off it, and I floated on my back.
"I think you should go for it man." Embry grinned at me as he spat some water out.
Quil nodded. "Dude, it sounds like you really like her…"
"Aye…" was my only reply. I looked at him suspiciously.
"You should take her out! I bet she'll love you!" Embry was overenthusiastic.
"Tell us about her." Quil suggested.
"Weel… She's got the most beautiful eyes, light green on the inside, 'nd a ring of dark green around the outside. 'nd her hair is long and blonde, but it's not one color of blonde, it's lots of different colors. Some parts are really dark, and some parts are really light. And when ah saw her she was wearin' a black hoodie an' a pair of jeans, an' she was sittin' wi' her feet up on th' desk, and…" I looked at their faces, plastered with stupid smiles. "Why are ye asking me, If ye can see it in mah head?"
"Oh no!" Embry gasped in mock horror. "I think he's in love! Maybe he's imprinted?"
I shook my head. Imprinting was extremely rare, no one that I knew had ever imprinted back in Scotland. But then I had come to La Push, and met the Quileutes. And among them, Sam and Quil had already imprinted. "It does sound a bit like it…" Quil started. "But we can see it in your head, and the pull doesn't seem as strong."
"Even if it's not an imprint, you should still ask her out." Embry said. "It's not like you can't have a girlfriend."
"Ah don't think that she'll like me…" I started, but Quil interrupted me.
"Come on Kyle, you saved her life. She at least owes you one date, or dinner or something."
Embry had been smiling to himself, but now he started chuckling. Me and Quil looked at him, annoyed. Then he started laughing so hard that he couldn't stay floating anymore. He dropped through the water, and bubbles were floating up as he continued to laugh.
"What's he laughin' at?" I asked Quil, but he just shrugged.
Eventually Embry came up for a breath, and we both looked at him, confused.
"He…He…" he could barely talk because he was laughing so hard. "Of all…of the people that…he could have liked….he likes…." And then he was laughing so hard that he went
underwater again. I looked at Quil, and he was having trouble keeping a straight face. When I looked at him, he started laughing and couldn't stop.
What was so funny about the girl I liked?
I asked them, and they stopped laughing so hard that they were almost drowning, only giggling a bit.
"Well, see… The girl…she's a bit…" Quil started.
"A bit what?" I asked. Now I really had to know.
"Difficult." Embry finished for him.
"Difficult? How?"
"She'd rather be in detention than in class." Quil said.
"She doesn't talk much." Embry added.
"No one talks to her-" That was Quil, and Embry finished off his sentence.
"Because they're scared of her."
"Scared of her?"
"They're not really scared as much as they're intimidated." Quil said.
"See, her parents have problems. The drink, they fight each other, and they sometimes hit her." Embry explained.
I was suddenly outraged. How could anyone hurt her!?
The others saw it coming, and interrupted my thoughts.
"She has an uncle that cares for her when her parents get really bad." Quil supplied. "Auron. You met him once at Billy's place."
"You don't know her name, do you?" Embry asked.
I shook my head.
"Do you want to know?"
I nodded. The ability to speak had momentarily escaped me.
"Jaymie." They whispered at the same time. I felt the name turn over and over in my head.
"Jamie?" I asked. "Isn't that a guy's name?"
"It's spelt J-A-Y-M-I-E. Her uncle chose it, because her dad was drunk when she was delivered, and her mom was depressive through the whole pregnancy. I only know what I've heard from Billy, and he heard it from the uncle. Her father wasn't a drunk before, but her mother was abused when she was a kid or something. Her mother's depression made her father start drinking, and when the baby was born, her mother wanted it out of her sight as soon as possible. Then she started drinking too. Poor kid."
I nodded, it all made sense. "But how do you guys know all of this?"
"Her uncle Auron gets pretty chummy with Billy."
"Does Auron know about us?" I asked.
"Not exactly, he's been guessing. He got pretty close a couple of times, but he's not a threat anyway."
I nodded to myself as Embry said something.
"Maybe we should go find the person that was up there before. They might have heard something that they shouldn't have."
I sighed. Embry had a point. I started to swim towards the shore, with the other two following me. I was halfway up the cliff when I heard them whispering to each other.
"But Embry… that was-"
"Shhh! I know! I know!"
"But…"
"This is gonna be funny!"
I shrugged, and set off into the forest at a light jog.
--JAYMIE--
I kept on running, I was sure that Embry had winked at me... but I couldn't hear anyone following me, so I slowed down. I followed the beaten path that twisted around the trees, and shivered. I kept on looking behind me, thinking that someone was following me, but there was no one there. I shook my head and told myself not to be so stupid. I looked down at my feet, determined not to look behind me. Why was I so paranoid? I had walked down this path more times than I could count, and nothing had ever happened. I looked behind me, and gave myself a mental slap in the face. That's it. I was going to go off the path. Its not like I hadn't done it before, I had done it lots of times, and nothing had ever happened. This forest was as safe as a forest could get. I walked through the forest, ducking low hanging branches, and stepping over high roots. I walked for a bit, and then started to shiver. The sun was going down and it was cold. I looked up, trying to see if it was going to rain, but the trees formed a canopy so thick that I couldn't see anything. I spun around, deciding to find the path. It was a longer route, but I would rather take the long route than this dark, creepy one. I turned around again, maybe the short route would be easier. I turned around again, feeling a bit dizzy, took one step, and walked straight into a tree, falling backwards onto my butt. I shook my head to clear it. That was weird, I hadn't remembered a tree being there. I looked up, and realized that what I had walked into wasn't a tree. It was… Kyle.
--KYLE--
I was catching up to whoever I was following. I wondered who would leave the path in the middle of the forest. It was probably someone who knew the forest like the back of their hand. I was getting closer, I could see the person had long blonde hair. She was turning around, probably lost. I sighed, and moved closer, ready to ask what she had overheard. I was right behind her when she turned and walked into me without looking. She fell on the floor, and didn't move for a second, then shook her head. She looked up at me. And I stopped breathing. It was her. Jaymie.
--JAYMIE--
"Jaymie…" he whispered.
We looked at each other, not knowing what to say. His eyes looked even more amazing up close. He was wearing his swimming trunks, and nothing else.
"I…" I tried to talk, but it was like my vocal cords had frozen.
"What are ye doin' here?" he asked, not taking his eyes off me
"W…Walking." I managed to stutter.
He nodded slowly, and reached out his hand to me. I looked at it for a second, wondering what he wanted.
"Are ye goin' to stay on th' ground?" he asked.
I quickly took his hand. It was huge compared to mine, and it felt nice and warm. When I was standing, I reluctantly let go.
"Why were ye walkin' around so far from the path?"
I looked at the ground, feeling his eyes boring into me. "I was walking… nothing wrong with that…"
--KYLE--
She was beautiful. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her lips were slightly parted, and her hair was messed up. It took all the self control I had not to kiss her. She was wearing a pair of jeans, and a striped hoodie, but she was still shivering.
"Are…are ye feeling better?" I couldn't shake the memory out of my head of her laying on the floor, helpless, while the building burned around her.
She nodded, and looked up at me. I was suddenly hit by the brilliance of her eyes. They almost glowed in the darkness, and up close I could see that they were different colors of green. They were dark green around the edges, almost black, and they got lighter and lighter near the center. I lost myself in her eyes. All I could think of was her. And at that moment, I realized that I never wanted to be without her. I wanted her to be near me no matter what. I never wanted her to look at another man again, only me.
"Thank you." She whispered. "For saving me."
If this wasn't love, I didn't know what was.
--JAYMIE--
His hair was dark red in this light, and it waved down to a little under his shoulders. His eyes were focused on me, and they were just like I'd remembered them. Slightly slanted, catlike, and bright blue.
"Do ye know which way th' path is?"
I looked around, and took a guess. "That way?" I gestured vaguely behind me. He grinned, and shook his head.
"Come on, I'll show ye where it is."
We walked in silence for a while, our footsteps crunching on the leaves and twigs on the floor. I walked slightly behind him, and could feel the heat rolling off him in waves. Was I so cold that everyone else seemed boiling hot? I shivered, and he turned his head to look at me without stopping.
"Are ye cold?"
I nodded, afraid that if I tried to talk that my teeth would chatter.
"Come here." He pulled me closer to him and put his arm around my shoulders.
"What are you doing!?" I asked him. I had only really met him just now, and he was already acting like he'd known me forever.
"Well I'd give ye my shirt or sweater, but ah'm not wearing one." He grinned at me, and I felt my stomach flip. "It's th' next best thing."
I mentally told my tummy off for doing weird things, and reasoned with myself. He was warm, and I didn't want to get cold.
We walked like that for a while, but it was hard for me and I kept on almost tripping. He caught me before I ever fell though. After the millionth time he sighed, and I shut my eyes, waiting for him to tell me how useless I was, like my parents did every day. When nothing happened, I opened one eye slowly to see him looking down at me strangely.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"You."
I felt myself blush slightly, and hoped that he couldn't see it in the dark. No one ever talked to me at school, and here there was a guy helping me by choice in the middle of the forest. I looked away, and apologized for tripping all of the time.
"Ye know, if ye don't want to keep trippin' there's somethin' ye can do about it."
I looked at him suspiciously. "What?"
"Promise ye won't get angry?"
"Okay…"
He grinned at me again. "Don't be so mistrustin'. It'll keep ye warm aswell."
"Okay…"
Before I knew it he had taken his arm off my shoulders, and had scooped me up in his arms.
He was warm. Very warm. I subconsciously pressed myself closer to him, and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Not angry?"
"I promised I wouldn't be." For some reason, because he hadn't told me off, or been mean to me, I was brimming with confidence. Something I rarely felt. I grinned up at him. "Besides. It is warm."
He looked at me, and something in his eyes was so intense that I had to look away. When I looked back up at him he was looking up, walking through the forest towards the path.
I was suddenly very aware of the fact that when uncle Auron had gotten me my jeans and hoodie, he hadn't gotten me a bra. I blushed, and studied his face in the little light that the moon provided. His eyes were stony, and he was completely focused on where he was going. His hair was millions of different shades of red and orange. I found my eyes wandering to his lips. They were…well…they were what every girl dreamed of.
"What are ye lookin' at?" he asked.
"You." I repeated what he had said earlier. His lips curved into a smile, and he looked down at me.
"We're at the path. Do you want me to put you down? You could walk here."
I looked at him, thinking. Would it be too much if I told him that I didn't want him to let go? That I loved the way his hands were holding me, the way he had no trouble carrying me, the way his smooth, dark voice sounded when he spoke to me. I looked down, just in case there was some way that he could read my mind through my face.
He kept walking while I was thinking, and when I had controlled my thoughts I looked up at him, and caught him looking at me. He looked away quickly, staring off into the darkness. I smiled, and feeling very daring, I reached up and kissed his cheek. He stopped, and his hold on me tightened as he looked down at me. His eyes were unreadable as they searched my face.
His lips curved up in a small smile and I snuggled closer to his warm chest. I could feel his heartbeat through my fingertips, and I felt closer than I had ever felt to anyone.
"Ah guess that means that ye don't want me to put ye down?"
I sighed. "Definitely not."
After what felt like no time at all, he stopped again.
"We're out o' th' forest. Would ye like me to walk ye home?"
And with those two sentences my feel-good high was shattered. Whatever happened, I couldn't let him meet my parents. They would fight, they were probably drunk, and I had the feeling that if Kyle met them, that he would never want to see me again. I squirmed around in his arms, and he put me on my feet.
"Umm..I can get home by myself from here, you don't need to come." I was going to smile at him, but I felt that if I tried it would come out as a grimace. I was going to hug him goodbye, but then had second thoughts. If I got close to him, I would have a hard time letting go. I sighed and walked in the direction of my house. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in the middle of the path with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Bye!" I called, as I walked away, shivering.
--KYLE--
I watched her walking away, and it was like tearing my heart out. I crossed my arms to stop myself from reaching out to stop her, and remembered the last twenty minutes. It was like a dream. It had been so hard not to touch her in the beginning! And then she let me carry her. I remembered her head resting against my chest, and I almost ran after her. When she kissed me on the cheek, it was like my whole world stopped. I felt her lips brush my skin, and it took all of the self control I had not to kiss her back, full on the mouth. I shook my head. As soon as I had mentioned going home, she had drooped, like a flower without water. I thought about my conversation with Embry and Quil. They said her parents were drunks…
I was hit by a sudden wave of horror. What if she got home and her parents were drunk? If they hit her? If she didn't show up at school tomorrow?
I started to walk after her, keeping to the shadows and never letting her out of my sight. She shivered, as she walked towards her house, slowing down as she got closer. She stopped at a fairly big house, three stories, painted white with darker windowsills that I couldn't quite make out in the dark. The lights were off, and I could hear two people breathing regularly. They were asleep.
I sighed to myself in relief. It didn't look like she'd have any trouble from them, tonight at least. I saw her take a deep breath, and twist the doorknob. She walked in and closed the door gently behind her. She didn't turn on any of the lights, and I could hear her walking up creaky stairs. I listened closer, and realized that one of the people that was asleep was now awake. I saw a light flick on. And then the shouting started.
--JAYMIE--
I tiptoed up the first flight of stairs. No problem, they were still asleep. I started to climb the next flight of stairs. And froze when the light flicked on. I slowly turned around to see my dad standing in the doorway of his room, one hand on the light switch, the other hand clasped around the neck of a brown bottle. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing since I got into hospital. I strained not to wrinkle my nose, knowing it would make him even madder.
"Where have you been for the last week?!" he shouted at me.
I hung my head. "Hospital" I managed to whisper. He didn't hear me.
"What?! Dammit girl! You think you can just disappear for a week and then come back and expect to be able to stay here?! I bet you ran off with some dumb assed boyfriend and did drugs in a cheap motel somewhere! You're useless!"
"I wasn't in a motel. I didn't run off. I don't have a boyfriend." I whispered, a little louder.
"Then where were you all week?!"
"I was in hospital." I said, louder than the last time.
"You expect me to believe your stupid excuses?! Well I don't! You ran away, and now your boyfriend probably dumped you so you thought you could come back home! I should throw you out right now!" he leaned against the wall, not able to support his own body weight. "And what will you do then? You'll be on the streets, and you'll run back to your boyfriend, but he won't take you. You know why? Because you're a filthy lying whore!"
He stopped to take a breath.
Filthy. Lying. Whore.
I snapped. He had shouted at me before, loads of times. But this time I was feeling brave. I had been in the hospital for a week, and when I got back he yelled at me!
"I have been in HOSPITAL for the WHOLE WEEK, and when I get back that's all you can say to me?! If you paid any attention AT ALL you might have noticed that HALF OF MY SCHOOL HAS BURNED DOWN!"
I ran up the last flight of stairs, and slammed the door to my bedroom. What had I done? In the morning, if he remembered, he would be so mad. I sat on my bed, and tried to calm down. I noticed salty tears running down my face, and wiped them angrily. What had I done to deserve this? I curled up in a ball, and tried not to cry.
Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I gasped silently, panicking. There was no lock on my door, nothing I could do to keep him out. Even as drunk as he was now, he was still much stronger than I was. I looked around wildly, and spotted the window.
I sighed. This was going to be a long night.
I slid the window open, and looked down. I was the only one who cared about the appearance of the house, and a little while ago I had decided that I wanted some cool creeper plants climbing up the side of the house. Right past my window. Even though they hadn't grown up this high yet, the wooden frame was right outside my window. I kicked off my shoes so that I would have better grip, and climbed onto the windowsill. I just hoped that the frame was bolted into the wall with thick bolts. Very thick bolts. I looked back into the room I saw the handle start to turn, and without a second thought I reached out the window, held on to the frame, and swung myself onto it.
I heard the door open, and my father's voice reached my ears.
"Come on… you've been a bad girl… you're in trouble now…I know you're in here…"
I slowly started to climb down, feeling for every foothold carefully before putting my weight onto it. I could still hear my dad calling to me from the open window, and it made me climb faster, less carefully. I had started to get the hang of it, and I was almost down when I felt something slippery under my foot, and fell. I landed awkwardly, and hurt my leg. I laid there for a second, looking at the starry sky, and then I remembered why I was climbing. I got up slowly, looking at what I had slipped on. It was one of the plants that was growing against the wall. I tried to walk normally, but my leg hurt too much. I set off at an awkward limp towards the edge of the forest. It wasn't a forest as much as it was a bunch of trees, right outside our house. I wanted to go to the beach, but I didn't think my leg would carry me that far.
--KYLE--
It was unbearable. I could hear her shouting at her father, and her father shouting at her, and it was almost impossible not to go in there and help her. I heard her go to a room, hers I guessed, and then I heard her father walk up the stairs towards where she was. At the last minute, she practically jumped out of her window, and I almost had a heart attack. Just when I had started breathing normally, she slipped and fell. I was going to help her up, but then she would know that I was here the entire time. She started limping towards a bunch of trees on the other side of the house, and I followed her. It took a lot of self restraint not to rush to her and help her, or to get up there and teach her father a lesson.
She was very slow, and I could see that every step was hurting her. After a while, she was at a very small, unremarkable clearing with a rock in the middle of it. She limped over to it, and settled onto the top of it, in a worn, comfortable looking spot. I stayed in the trees, looking at her back. I wasn't going to do anything. I was just going to make sure she was okay from here. I didn't have to go to her, she would think I was a stalker or something, and probably never talk to me again.
And then she started crying, and I couldn't control my own body. Before I knew what had happened, I was standing directly behind her.
My arms seemed to wrap themselves around her, and I leaned my face into her neck.
"It'll be okay Jaymie. Ah promise." I didn't know what I was saying, but as soon as I said it, I knew that it was true. I would do anything to help her. Anything. She leaned back into my chest, and sniffed. I let go of her and turned her around so she was perched on the top of the rock. Her eyes were cast downward, and her tearstained face was almost too much to bear.
I wiped her tears away as gently as I could, and she looked up at me. Her eyes had a huge effect on me, and before I knew it my face was inches from mine.
I gritted my teeth. I was not going to kiss her. I wasn't going to. She had just had an argument with her father. She did not have to put up with a hormone driven, not human teenager like me right now.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn't feel her lips pressed to mine at first.
Almost.
--JAYMIE--
I could still feel my skin tingling where he had wiped my tears away. I had no idea what I was doing, or why Kyle was here, but he was exactly what I needed. He was so close, and it looked like he was fighting with himself. I leaned forward, barely knowing what I was doing, and pressed my lips lightly against his.
I moved back, worried at his expression. Had I done something wrong? I sighed and looked down, and I was about to turn away when his hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me towards him. His lips fell desperately onto mine, and I felt a searing heat inside my body, like my heart was about to burst. I kissed him back, just as desperately, and his hand moved up and cradled my head. The kiss turned from desperate to passionate, and from passionate to gentle. He broke away and leaned his forehead against mine. I wasn't quite sure what had happened, but I wanted it to happen again. And again. And again.
"Ah shouldn't have done that." He whispered.
I felt my lips curve into a smile, my depression gone. "I really don't mind."
He looked at me strangely, and then looked at my bare feet. "Come on." He said. "We're goin'."
I looked up at him, confused. "Where?"
"Tell me where your uncle's house is. We'll go there."
I just nodded, not able to say anything. He turned away, and I touched my lips. They were slightly swollen, they tingled, and felt cold without him.
Kyle turned around again, and scooped me up into his arms. I felt my heart flutter, and my stomach flip as I looked at him.
"Where's his house?" he asked.
"It's about three miles from here… near the old deserted barn. You know where it is?" I asked
He nodded. "Yeah, ah've been there before."
--KYLE--
It was like a dream. I felt like I had been waiting for this moment all of my life. I could still taste her on my lips, and she was in my arms again. I was blissfully happy, and it was hard to keep a stupid smile off my face.
"How did you know about my uncle?" she asked.
"Oh, he hangs out with Billy, I met him once."
She nodded, and yawned. I smiled. "Ye can go to sleep if ye like. I'll wake ye up when we get there."
She shook her head. "I'm not going to fall asleep."
Ten minutes later her head was resting against my chest, her eyes were closed, and she was asleep.
I couldn't help memorizing her face. The soft curve of her eyebrow, her brilliant hair as it spilled against my arm. We were at her uncle's house much too soon.
It was a quaint little cottage with a thatched roof, and no doorbell. I knocked on the door, trying not to wake Jaymie. Auron answered the door fairly quickly, considering that it was the middle of the night. I raised my eyebrows at him and he grimaced.
"I was expecting her."
He walked inside, and gestured for me to follow.
"Her room is through there and on the right." He pointed. I walked through, and opened the door. It was a plain room, with a set of drawers against one wall, a bookshelf against another, and a bed in the corner with a bedside cabinet next to it.
I cradled her in one arm, pulled back the light blue cover on the bed, and laid her on it. I pulled the cover over her, and she curled up into a ball. I smiled, and turned to see Auron leaning against the doorway.
"You and her eh?" he said as he walked out.
"What?" I asked as I followed him.
"You and her. It's like a Sam and Emily thing. A Quil and Claire thing. It is isn't it?"
"Not quite."
He looked surprised.
"See, Quil knows what it's like, and he knows it's not the same. Don't ask how he knows."
Auron nodded, thinking. "Don't let them bother you, son. Kyle was it?" I nodded and he continued. "Anyone could see that there's something there."
I nodded, not saying anything.
He sighed. "You know how it is with her parents?"
"Aye, ah have a vague idea."
He shook his head. "It's terrible. They never stop. Coffee?"
I shook my head. "Nae, ah have to go."
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I woke up in my bed at my uncle's place, and saw Kyle standing in the doorway.
"You didn't wake me up!"
"Ah know. But ye looked so peaceful when ye were asleep." He smiled, and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
He walked towards the bed, and I looked at him.
"Ah have to go now."
"When am I going to see you again?"
"Ah'll be at school tomorrow, so if ye feel well enough ye could come." He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Ah hope ye do." He added as an afterthought.
As he left I realized that I had two reasons to go to school now. And I couldn't wait.
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Okay!
Thanks to all FOUR OF YOU who actually reviewed last time. I'm very proud of you. You are officially my four favourite people in the world. You ROCK.
drugs+Jamaica
tasha
kris
and twilight1650
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and, of course, i have to thank kissa for reading over my story to tell me if it was suitable for the general public, and for being a pretty awesome person in general.
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and because these LOVELY people asked questions im going to answer them. Yay!
Drugs+Jamaica-i don't know how many chapters yet... hopefully lots though. Man.
Kris-yes, Mitchell is based on a certain person. But im not saying who.. that would be telling :P
twilight1650 – i used to live in dubai. Before boarding school.
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I did have one more thing to ask. Would you guys like more from Jaymie's point of view, or Kyle's? Or like, the romantic bits from one point of view, and the other buts from someone else's point of view? Cuz i got pretty stuck at that last bit. Help me please.
Next chapter soon. I hope. if you help me with my little point of view problem.
xxx
moski
