(A/N: this is a new style of writing I'm trying, and yeah, I think it's working. So, PrettyGirlRocks gave me the idea to make it a chapter-fic, and here you go, chapter 1. PLEASE review and let me know if you want it to be a chapter-fic. And yeah, this is from Justin's point of view, it's mainly Justin-centric.)
Chapter 1
Normal: confirming with or constituting a norm or standard or level or type of social norm
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"Promise me we'll find normal people."
"We are not normal people."
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There was the sound of the fan-blades moving, the clock tickling in the wall with girl wallpaper, the occasional sound of dogs barking, some weird guy playing flute at this abnormal hour of the day (night), and yeah, the sound of sobs. And that's when it all began.
Justin finally got up from the floor, glancing at the complicated trigonometry formulas hanging in his wall that made no sense to him for the first time in his life,(but he just couldn't read them in the darkness, okay?) and then turned around to look at her eyes.
"I'm going to get some water." He said with such softness that his own ears seemed to be pleased, except, those very ears had heard a sad goodbye just five hours back, so yeah, maybe that wasn't so pleasant after all.
Alex only managed to nod, keeping her eyes fixed on the necklace in her left hand, caressing it lightly with her thumb, while her right hand pulled threads off his cotton bed-sheet in a totally unfocussed and random way, almost in an Alex-kind of way, except she wasn't ruining his bed-sheet on purpose, so yeah, it was more of a non-Alex thing.
"Do you want anything?" he asked tentatively, looking at the necklace in her hand that wasn't glowing anymore, and then at her eyes that were still glowing with tears, and yeah, those were probably not tears, just the full moon's reflection, (right?), but her cheeks were still wet with moisture and it wasn't so hot that she would sweat, so, yeah.
Alex just shook her head, letting the tears flow past her cheek, and a single drop fell on the shiny part of the necklace, reflecting the moon's light and making an inch of it glow, just an inch, but okay.
Justin sighed and turned around to head for the door, except, he got confused about direction (because of the darkness, okay?) and stumbled at his study desk, making his heavy science books fall on the floor with a loud thumping noise. He turned around to see his sister, still sitting motionless in his bed, still looking at the necklace in her hand, still pulling off threads from his bed-sheet, so yeah, maybe grief can make people deaf.
He didn't bother to pick up the books, because yeah, there's a fairly large possibility that he would stumble upon the same table again on his way back, and that would make his precious books fall again, which would be twice as bad. So yeah, for the first time in his life, he just let his books lie scattered on the cold floor.
He finally made it to the door, stumbling on his books just thrice in the process, and then he tried to reach for the doorknob, except he wasn't sure where that was anymore. He frantically moved his hands all around the hard wood thing in front of him, finally finding something that felt vaguely familiar to a thing called doorknob, and turned it on. He pushed the door open, except it just happened to flung open with a loud cracking sound (he has just been working out a lot, it wasn't because he was totally frustrated, okay?), and then he turned around to look at his sister, still sitting motionless in his bed, still looking at the necklace in her hand, still pulling off threads from his bed-sheet, so yeah, grief definitely makes people deaf.
And then for the first time he realized, it wasn't such a great idea to leave her all alone in that room, because okay, maybe she was still motionless, but if some emotion stirred in her heart, she might just happen to act on impulse and do something totally stupid, which would totally be fun in other times, but yeah, at the moment it could be something dangerous, and something totally different.
So he slowly walked back into his room, stumbling on his scattered books just twice this time, and maybe crashing on his study-desk again, making his table lamp fall and break into a thousand pieces of glass. And yeah, maybe walking barefoot was not such a great idea, especially when you look at the tiny piece of glass stuck in his feet and the blood poring out of it.
"Oh my gosh," she finally spoke, and for a moment he thought he was finally going completely insane, but then she spoke again, "What happened to your feet Justin?", so yeah, maybe he was still sane and breathing and alive and bleeding.
He looked up at her and saw that she had finally wiped her eyes, she had finally got up from the bed, and she had finally walked up to him, taking his hand and leading him back to the bed. And as he sat down on the bed, looking at the necklace lying by his side, and the wand lying by his other side, for the first time in his life, he didn't know how to treat his wound. (And yeah, we are not talking about his bleeding feet.)
There was a sharp pain in his entire leg as she gently pulled out the glass piece stuck in his foot, and gently cleaned the wound with something, something that was probably not disinfected and probably contained a lot of germs, but yeah, dang it. And then he saw her throw away a piece of cotton soaked in blood, so yeah, maybe he wouldn't die from tetanus, and yeah, maybe her brain was still working, despite of the grief.
There was the sensation of a bandage being wrapped around his foot, as the image of unwrapping a mummy played in his head again and again and again and again, and okay, "Stop!"
"W-w-what?" she quirked an eyebrow, looking up at him, and okay, maybe she thought he was yelling at her.
"Nothing, it's just…." He groaned because suddenly his large vocabulary and the words he learnt by reading the thousand books, and the words he had mugged up from the dictionary during a Sunday evening, suddenly seemed to abandon him. "I'm sorry." He whispered, finding it impossible to find any other word.
She nodded and returned to her work, finishing it in what, around two minutes? (Okay, who'd be counting seconds in such a moment?) And then she sat back in the bed beside him, picking up the necklace with her left hand, gently caressing it with her thumb, while her right hand pulled off threads from his bed-sheet, so, okay.
He sighed and got up, finally finding it impossible to walk with a bandage around his aching leg, and yeah, so maybe he stumbled on his book again, but hey, he didn't fall, okay? Not until he tripped on his study chair and went crashing onto the floor.
"Justin!" she yelled, getting up again, walking up to him, and okay, so maybe she was strong for a girl, because geez, how else could she support his hand on her shoulder and help him back to the bed?
"Stay here." She whispered, picking up the necklace in her left hand again, caressing it gently with her thumb, while her right hand- okay, that's enough.
"Alex, stop it!" he whispered, except his voice just got a pitch higher and it may or may not have sounded like yelling.
"What?" she asked, looking at him, and okay, so now she wants to play the innocent game? Fine.
He reached for the necklace, snatching it away from her hand, and okay, maybe that wasn't so easy, maybe she was fighting back, not letting it go.
"Give me that!" he yelled, trying to take it out of her hands, and he wondered why his parents still didn't wake up and come rushing to him, but yeah, they probably thought it'd be best to leave them alone.
"No!" she yelled back, still struggling with the necklace, trying to securely place it around her neck.
And okay, so maybe all the searching and finding and fighting and losing and sitting in a dark room and crying for hours had gotten into his head and taken control of his body, but somehow Alex was able to hold his wrist firmly and maybe force his hands to place the necklace around her neck.
And maybe, just maybe, it happened to glow.
(A/N: okay, so now you know how this story will go. I personally liked how this chapter shaped up. Please let me know if you want this to be a full story, and then I can start working on it when I finish writing the adoption fan fic. I've already finished writing the 'soul mates chapters' and the angsty story, BTW)