The next day, all I could think about was, of course, Chris. Questions swirled in my head, mostly with a panicked tone to it. When would I see him again? Why hadn't he called yet? Was he still interested in me, if he even was before? It was killing me, not being near him. The only comfort I had was his scent, lingering on the shirt I had worn yesterday where he touched my arm. I hadn't dared toss it in the laundry basket, afraid the smell would go away if smothered by other clothes. God, what was wrong with me? I had sunken to a new low if I was so obsessed over a smell.
"Well, what does he look like?" Carly asked between sips of her milkshake. We were sitting in my rather small kitchen, waiting for six to come already so we could go watch a movie. She stared at me intently, letting me know that she wanted to hear a lot more. I looked down, not wanting her to see the gooey look that would surely take over my face. I was Leah for God's sake, not the type of girl to be swooning over some boy I knew for a day.
"He's really pale, paler than you even," I started off. My eyes flickered up to her face to see a look of indignation on it as she hid her bare, paper-white arms under the table. I smirked. "His hair looks so soft, and it's black, blacker than night. And his eyes!" I stopped myself, covering my mouth after the squeal that followed the sentence. Carly was staring at me, both eyebrows raised almost to her hairline, amazement evident in her brown eyes.
"Go on," she prompted, grinning and propping her head up on the palm of her hand. I fiddled with my hair, my voice suddenly nothing more than a mumble.
"His eyes... They're just so beautiful. An amazing shade of blue-gray. I could just get lost in those eyes of his for days and not even notice." As I listened to the words flow out of my mouth, I suddenly lost all hope I had for myself. Carly managed to control herself for all of ten seconds before she started to laugh, and hard. She collapsed on the table face first, and when she sat back upright, she was wiping tears from her eyes. I glared and rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, because that was so funny," I muttered, taking one last drink of my coke before tossing the paper cup in the trashcan.
"Sorry Lee," she said, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. "But seeing you - you - like that... Oh my God, I couldn't help myself." I scowled and then gave her a helpless look.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked, fake-pouting. Of course, I already knew what was wrong with me, but it would be nice to get Carly's input. She tapped her chin with her index finger, looking up at the ceiling while she thought.
"Easy," she finally said, downing the last of her milkshake. "You're in love." She waited for me to react.
Love? But, how could I fall in love with someone I just met? I shook my head. She might believe in fairy tales and true love, but I sure didn't.
"All right, fine, disregard what i just said," she stated, a smile still on her lips. She checked her phone and tossed out her empty cup. "It's five forty. We should get going so we have enough time for ticket and snack buying." I nodded an jumped up, my brain going nuts over whether I was in love or not.
"God, are we actually going to, oh, I don't know, do something?" Cure complained, playing catch by himself with a golf ball. He was lying on the bed, eyes fixated on the glow-in-the-dark ball. Kenny rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall. They were in Kenny's room, the only room without a window, in the dark. Kenny usually never payed attention to the boy, but it was hard to ignore his whining when they were alone.
"You're the one who didn't want to go along with Chris and Coal," Kenny growled. Cure sat up, scooting back so he was touching the wall.
"Sorry, but I think I'll wait until she's here to see her. God knows none of you would stand in her way if she tried to kill me."
"Maybe if you were a little more likable, we wouldn't-" At that moment, the door burst open, Coal standing in the doorway. He jerked his head at the both of them, motioning for them to come. A groan came from Cure, and Kenny had to practically drag him to get him out of the room.
It was as dark in the rest of the cabin as in the room, helped only by the light that managed to glow through the curtains. It made Cure uneasy, as it made it difficult to see where she was. The bitch always has to wear black, doesn't she? He thought angrily.
"How did you find her?" Kenny asked Coal. He shrugged.
"Chris found her," he muttered.
"Okay... Where are they?"
"Over here," Chris' voice came from the living room. The three boys could see him sitting on the couch, relaxed.
"Um, where's Eris?" Cure asked, confused. He saw no other person in the room. A second later he felt arms wrap around his torso, squeezing him as a female voice whispered in his ear, "Look behind you." Cure froze before freaking out, struggling like a madman to get away. Eris giggled before shoving him away.
"Oh Cure, still afraid of girls I see?"
"I don't think you count as a girl," he spat, slowly regaining his composure. Eris snarled.
"All right, you're here. Did Chris already tell you what we're doing?"
"Oh, my, yes," she said, the joy instantly back in her tone. "You've got a werewolf on the loose, and you need my help."
"So you'll do it?"
"Of course!" She exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the couch. "Anything for my baby brother." She reached over and pinched Chris' cheek. He swatted her hand away.
"This is serious Eris," he said. She sighed and slid back onto the cushion of the couch.
"Yes, yes, werewolves must die, Aerid put you four in charge of eradicating them, he'll kill you if you don't, blah blah blah, what's your plan?"
"I'm going to call her at sundown, get her alone, and that's when we'll strike." Eris nodded slowly.
"Wow, you really need me for one of them? What, too much of a challenge?"
"She reeked of different scents, all attached to a different werewolf. She's not completely alone, and we don't want to take any chances."
"Ooh, a pack," Eris said, rolling her eyes. "No problem, I can handle it." As she spoke, outside it began to grow darker. Seeing this, Eris, turned her head to Chris. "So, I believe you have a date to arrange. Get on it, lover-boy."
"That was terrible," Carly exclaimed, thoroughly disgusted by our choice of movie. In all honesty, I hadn't been paying attention. "I mean, I know bad movies are your thing, but, Jesus, Leah, couldn't you have picked one that wasn't a musical?" I just smiled and shook my head.
I was still worried about Chris, though my obsession over him had disappeared once I was gone from the apartment long enough. I'd been waiting for a call practically all day, and nothing. Had it just been some cruel trick?
"Uh, Lee, your phone," Carly shocked me out of my thoughts just by uttering the word phone. I flipped as I dug into each pocket, searching for the source of that annoying ringing sound. I didn't bother to look at the ID as I answered it.
"Hey, Leah?" My heart fluttered as I heard his voice, unmistakeably his even over the phone.
"Hey, Chris,"
"Oh, good, look, I didn't catch you at a bad time, did I?" His voice was smooth, so smooth, and I could now die happy after hearing it.
"No, no, of course not."
"Awesome. So, I was wondering, would you meet me over by the lake?"
"St. Claire?"
"Yeah, that's the one. I've got a few things I want to show you." Oh my God, he was actually asking me out!
"Yeah, yeah, that'd be awesome."
"All right, what time works for you?" I glanced at Carly. She seemed to understand who I was talking to, if the expression on her face was an indicator. I checked my watch. Eight twenty.
"Is nine okay?"
"Perfect. I'll see you then."
"Okay, bye." I couldn't believe how happy this made me. I clicked the end button and looked at Carly. It should be illegal for someone to look so amused. I started toward the car, hoping she wouldn't start with the twenty questions.
"So... When do I get to meet him?" Well, so much for that.
Erghflajfdhg... I'm sorry I couldn't churn out a better chapter. This one seems to be nothing more than filler. I'm sorry D:
Ah, conversations can be so boring, especially asking out conversations. This one is very conversation-heavy.
I like going from a scene with Leah to a scene with the boys and Eris. It makes me feel like I'm writing two different fics in one story. A story that doesn't appear to be Twilight-related. I'll get to that soon enough, I hope.
Oh, also, I managed to find a few mistakes in the last couple of chapters, spelling and grammar or otherwise. I'd like, if any of you reading catch something like that, to tell me, please. It will help a lot.
Anyway, as always, hope you enjoyed this chapter, can't wait for the next one, and of course, reviews are love ;3 Baiz!
Disclaimer: I don't own Leah or Twilight, but I own the rest.