I've nothing witty to say.
...One more thing I thought I'd share with someone
special,
I'm falling like I've never fell before
It's funny you said we'd never make it, and look how
far we've come
You're a train wreck but with you...
I'm in love.
-Trainwreck, Demi Lovato
"You call that a throw?" Coraline Jones heckled her friend Wybie as she watched the rock he had thrown skip across the stream.
"Let's see you do better," Wybie challenged, handing her a rock. She stuck her tongue out at him before throwing her rock. It skipped about the same number of times before landing on the opposite banks.
"That was no better than mine, Jonesy." Wybie smirked, "you've lost your touch."
"I have not! I'm just bored with this now. Let's do something else."
"Good idea," Wybie conceded, "on my last turn I almost hit Cat."
The cat in question growled slightly from his perch, a tree branch behind them.
"I said I was sorry," Wybie turned to face Cat. He just stared back indifferently.
It had been only three days since Coraline and Wybie's latest "adventure" in the Other world. Since then, Coraline's arm felt better (her shoulder had only been dislocated), but she had been told not to strain it by doing things that involved using it actively. Like, you know, skipping rocks.
The biggest dilemma they had faced was what to do with the key. Hiding it obviously hadn't done much good, so they knew they had to find a way to destroy, and it had taken them awhile to figure out how to do it effectively. They figured if someone could fish it out of a gazillion foot deep well, then they could probably put it back together if it was broken or smashed. They'd decided to burn it and bury the ashes in the Pink Palace garden. Now there was no key to that horrible world, and both Wybie and Coraline were relieved.
Coraline sat down on the bank and after a moment Wybie did the same. It was about noon, so they still had the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday to enjoy the moments of not having to wear a uniform or eating school food. Neither of them knew what they were going to do for the rest of the weekend, but then again, they never did. They were more into spontaneous bursts of ideas and adventures.
"Hey Wybie?" Coraline suddenly burst the silence in between them.
"Hm?" Wybie looked up from a bug he had been looking at idly.
"You remember the other day," she looked at her feet, "when were…there?"
Knowing what she meant by "there", Wybie shuddered. "Yeah…why?"
"Well, I was like passed out for awhile, and you woke me up. Do you remember how?"
Wybie looked back down, hoping to find something to stare at but the bug from before was gone, "uh…well, I wouldn't say I--I…well, not really…no." Wybie wasn't a very good liar.
"Really?" brushing her blue hair out of her eyes, "'cause I think I do."
The color of Wybie's face would've made a tomato seem pale by comparison, "you do?"
"Yeah," she scooted closer to him, and his eyes widened, "I think it sorta went something like this…" she leaned in even closer to his face.
It took a second to register in Wybie's mind. Coraline had kissed him.
"Am I right?" Coraline bit her lip awkwardly.
"Something like that." Wybie smiled.
Silence yawned between them once more as the both looked away, their faces red. On his perch be hind them Cat let out a rumbling purr.
The End!
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