Author's note: okay, I'll come down this time and say this without going crazy. I DO NOT own Twilight or Meyer's characters. No matter how much I want to.
Chapter five:
I walked to the bus stop and waited for Warren who told me to meet him there. I can't believe I'm taking the bus. I've never taken the bus anywhere before and it sure is going to be a weird experience. How much do I have to pay? Do I have to stand up? Am I going to trip over and fall?
But my thoughts were disrupted by Warren who came and stood next to me without a single word. If you were driving and passed by us, you'd think we've never met before.
"Hello." He said as if he just read my mind.
"Now that wasn't hard was it? See being nice is not that hard. It just takes a little strength and a little less pride." I commented.
He frowned.
"I just want to get to the library and be done with this project once and for all. So let's call it truce and finish the project. Then we can go ahead and continue like we want to cut each other's throats and spill blood."
I shot him with my Evil Eye.
"I do not want to cut anyone's throat or spill any blood. You're the one who started it." I think the words 'throat' and 'blood' are having a huge effect on me since the whole Transformation started.
Warren shrugged and took out two dollar bills out of his pocket. He also had fifty cents. The bus was coming our way. I started to take my wallet out of my bag but Warren told me its okay and paid for us. We sat at the end of the bus quietly.
I saw how strange it is because there weren't a lot of people taking the bus and they all seem to be staring at the window. Some people were sleeping and snoring. There was this one girl who was drooling in her sleep.
"This is all new to you isn't it?" Warren looked at me. His hair seemed darker today and it was still covering almost half of his face. His lips twitched into a smirk as he looked at me.
I nodded slowly.
"Okay, this is called a chair, and that's called a bus driver and those are the doors…"
I glared at him. He smirked again. So this is what he does that's closest to a smile. It's either a smirk or nothing. I chose nothing.
"Hey, I know what's its like. I've seen it on TV." I said. "Its just weird experiencing it. How long is it going to take us anyway?" I was already getting impatient. Compared to dad's driving, it felt like we're driving at snails' pace.
Warren shook his head as if he's ashamed of me.
"We get out of the bus in a couple of minutes and then we walk about a mile."
I looked at him.
"Why are we walking a mile if we're taking the bus?" I asked. I hated walking.
"Because the bus doesn't go that way." Warren answered shortly and grabbed his phone because it was buzzing.
"Hey Jared…yeah, we're almost there…why?...What are you talking about?...I still don't understand…no, I feel fine…I'll talk to you when we get home…we'll be in Forks in about two hours or so…tell Dad…Martin is with Quil and Claire…alright…bye."
I looked at him puzzled.
"Jared thinks I'm sick."
"Are you?" I asked.
"I was a little sick yesterday. But I feel fine right now. I had a small fever but it disappeared when I woke up today."
I nodded. After a little while, we stopped in the middle of nowhere and got out of the bus. I mumbled thank you to the bus driver who smiled warmly at me. I jumped out of the bus and followed Warren. We crossed the street and continued walking.
It as getting cold and I could see my breath escaping out of my nose and lips. I shivered a little.
Warren stopped to look at me.
"Didn't you wear a jacket?" he asked.
"I didn't think it'll be this cold."
Warren shook his head.
"Dess, its October, you don't just get out without a jacket." He struggled out of his jacket and handed me. I looked at him like he's crazy.
"I can't accept that. You're already sick, what if you just die on me right now?"
He laughed and shoved the jacket on my arms. When he touched my hands I felt warmth in my hands. It was too warm. I reached and touched his head.
"Are you alright, Warren? I think you still have a fever." I said.
"I'll be fine. Now let's start walking before it gets dark."
I nodded and followed him. We talked as we walked. We complained about the freezing weather and we complained about our work. But we also talked about music and I found out how much he likes Nirvana too. I was surprised. Then I saw a dark tunnel we have to go through.
"Is this where you kill me?" I asked.
"How did you know?" he mimicked a shocked and sad face. I laughed and followed him to the tunnel. Then after a little while, we found the library. It wasn't as big as I expected it but it was big enough.
We looked for the sonnets and we found a lot of info on Sonnet 18. I read how famous it is. It's like a signature of English Literature.
"You know, I wonder who Shakespeare was thinking when he wrote this. His girlfriend, his wife, his family member?" Warren asked me, as he took a seat next to mine and opened about ten books.
"I don't know. I think it was a lover though, but it could be someone he loved like his brother, son, sister, mother…I don't know." I replied, also wondering who he really was thinking about. I felt jealous. I wish it was me.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Not lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee"
Warren read it out loud. He mouthed the words softly, almost a whisper and finished it smoothly. I closed my opened mouth.
"You know, Jared thought Shakespeare was talking about his loved one's 'art'" I told Warren.
"Ha, I knew it." Warren said. I saw his lips form another smirk, "you're crushing on Jared."
My mouth just hanged open.
"I am not. I think he's pretty stupid sometimes. And then he turns all sensitive and smart. Then he gets obnoxious again. He reminds me of Captain Jack Sparrow in a weird, sick way."
At that we both cracked up. Okay, well I cracked up. He still didn't smile or laugh, which he never does. The old scrawny librarian came over and told us if we make one more sound, she was going to kick us out of the library.
"Alright then," Warren whispered, "Question number one, what is this Sonnet's message or meaning?" he read form the paper.
"I guess he's saying that his loved one is hot and pleasant and really awesome?" it sounded like a question.
Warren wrote that one down in a fast speed. "Read question number two." He asked me without taking his eyes off his paper. He was still writing.
"It says we should write about the comparisons used in this Sonnet." I said. "What do you think?"
"Okay, there's the comparison of the beloved and summer. He is saying all these good things about summer then its weakness, but then he turns it around and says how wonderful his beloved one is because her summer isn't too hot or too short. He's also saying how perfect and pleasant she is." He answered looking at me as if he's asking me a question.
"Hey," I tired to act like a professional critic, "who said it was a she?"
"I did." he smirked again. Too much smirking today.
"Okay question number three, create a poster explaining about the Sonnet. Use pictures, symbols and quotes to get full credit. The poster must be turned in to me by tomorrow." I sighed and grabbed a huge paper to make our poster.
Warren and I worked hard on the project. We printed Shakespeare's face and glued it on the black poster. We wrote stuff with Warren's silver sharpie. We also colored stuff and glued it there. It was the most beautiful poster I've ever did in my life. For real, it was amazing.
When we were done it was six-thirty. We returned the books and I grabbed the poster and put it in my bag because it wont' fit in Warren's pocket. That lazy guy didn't bring his backpack.
When we walked that tunnel I felt scared and walked closer to Warren. I swear there's something moving. And we're around a forest, if you walk half a block next to us, it's the forest.
"Nothing is going to jump from there and then bite your head off." Warren said, amused at my action. I've seen the Volturi once (that Jane and Demetri who almost killed me) and I still shiver from that memory.
"I wonder what Ms. Blitz is going to give us for this project. If she doesn't give me an A, I swear I'll choke it out of her."
Warren laughed.
Wait.
Freeze.
He actually laughed.
I stopped walking, wishing I have a camera with me right now to show it to Jared.
Warren actually laughed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"You…you laughed. Like for real."
He rolled his eyes, but I saw his lips forming a tiny smile.
"I laugh all the time." he lied to my face.
I frowned.
"No you don't. I was actually starting to believe in Jared's stories of your emotions being drained out of your body in a mad scientist lab."
Suddenly he grabbed me and pushed my on the ground, laughing. We laughed and wrestled until he finally won and put me down on the grass. He was on top of me, pinning my hands on the ground and blocking any way of moving my hands or legs.
"Say it." he smirked.
"No. Never."
He tightened his grip on my hands. Not enough to hurt me but still threatening me to say it. And then he started tickling me with one hand. I tried so hard not to laugh but before long I was laughing and begging him to stop.
"Say it."
"Fine, 'oh Warren you are stronger, smarter and ten times better than me." I said sarcastically. But he didn't notice the sarcasm. He smiled.
"You can get off me now."
He didn't move. He just stared at me and quieted down. I felt the wind rushing to my face. I stared at his black eyes noticing how they match beautifully with his black hair. I noticed how full and flawless his lips are and how he was looking at me right now. Blood rushed into my face.
"Hey you," Warren whispered.
"Hi." I said, breathless.
His face just lowered and then slowly, his lips met mine.
Time just stopped and all I could do was grab his neck and pull him down to keep him there. He tasted like coffee but so much sweeter and his tongue exploring inside mine. It felt like months before we had to pull away for air. It was too hot; I felt his touch on my lips even after we parted away. He got off me and helped me off the ground.
I felt myself turn into twenty different shades of red.
Everything just changed. When we got up it wasn't awkward, or weird. We stood next to each other, holding hands like we've been a couple since the beginning of time. We walked, smiling and blushing and stealing glances of each other. We still have a long way to go to reach the bus stop and frankly I didn't care. I just wanted to be near him and never move from his side.
He was kind of red too. Every now and then he'd just stop and kiss me until I couldn't breathe anymore and then we'd walk and then we'd kiss and then we'd walk. I even noticed how our legs were walking at the same pace, perfectly matching with each other.
Then I felt Warren's hand squeezing my hand tighter. I tried to ignore it. But as we walked it started getting uncomfortable. I faced him to tell him to let go of my hand but I noticed how unstable and tense his body was getting. He was shaking uncontrollably.
"Warren? Are you alright?" my voice trembled. Is he getting sick?
Warren's eyes were in so much pain that I almost cried, just by watching at them. His entire body was shaking as if his skin is being cut by invisible knives. I wanted to help but I didn't know what to do. I got closer to calm him down. His hand was still holding me too tight and it hurt. I heard my bone crack. I screamed as pain washed through me. Warren let go of my hand and hold his head with both hands.
"What's happening to me?" he screamed. His voice was in so much pain. He fell down on the floor still holding his head.
I saw something black coming out of his skin like …hair or fur, and his fingers growing huge nails. His hands were transforming into claws and his body growing rapidly. I stood there, unable to move. Unable to think.
Warren screamed one last time before his entire body changed and suddenly there was a huge wolf standing in front of me, staring down at me with his dark evil eyes.
I couldn't move my shaky legs that were too weak to support my weight.
Then everything went black.
Sorry darlings, I gotta jet. I have a HUGE Geometry EXAM tomorrow. In the meantime listen to Ac/Dc 'You Shook Me All Night Long'. Because I love that song so much
PS: anyone watched Sweeny Todd? I heard it's a good movie. I'm dying to watch Johnny Depp (aka, my fave actor). He looked so hot with that woman who was Bellatrix Lestrange in Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix movie. They were my fave actors and now they're together in one movie! So awesome! Can't wait to see them!
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