Chapter 15
Slowly, he pressed his lips against mine.
His soft, warm lips.
To be honest, it felt like fireworks. I know it's cliche, but it's the truth. It just felt so exciting, not to mention good.
I kissed him back, our mouths moving in sync. His hand went in my hair while the other wrapped around my waist, bringing me closer. It was absolutely perfect, no one had ever kissed me like this, not even Nick.
Oh crap.
Nick.
It took all of my willpower to push Darren away, gently of course. "We have to stop."
"Why?" He whispered, his eyes glossy.
"I have a boyfriend."
"Break up with him," he shrugged, his eyes gaining back their focus again.
"I can't break up with Nick just because he's a lousy kisser," I folded my arms across my chest.
Darren smirked, "are you implying then that I'm a good kisser?"
Good? More like 'amazing'. "No."
"Really? Well judging by that light moan you made, I was certain that you were enjoying it," his smirk widened.
Did I really make that kind of noise? Oh crap. I could feel myself blush in embarrassment.
"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, I was enjoying it too," he grinned, taking my hand.
"I don't think we should talk about this anymore," I stated, looking at the ground.
"Alright. I'm sure you can think of much better scenarios in your dreams, anyway," he winked.
"Will you stop that?!" I screeched, beyond mortified.
"Stop what?"
"Talking about the kiss." The last two words came out in a harsh whisper.
"So now it has a special name, to be forever remembered as 'The Kiss?'"
"No!" I scowled, "now stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" he asked, feigning innocence.
I sighed, "nevermind...how long do you think the storm will last?" I tried changing the subject.
I knew Darren wouldn't be distracted so easily, yet he silently complied to my wish, taking out his phone. "FYI says it's supposed to last until eight."
"Great," I muttered. Suddenly, I remembered that my parents must be worried for me.
Hurriedly, I took out my phone to see that I had five texts from Mom and two missed calls.
Are you still working on your extra credit?
The storm's starting to move in, I think you should start to head home.
Are you okay?
Honey, please answer your phone. I'm starting to get worried.
Rose, please answer. Are you still in the school? Where are you?
Not wanting to put my mother into an early grave, I called her.
She answered on the first ring.
"Rose! Are you okay? Where are you? Why didn't you answer your phone?!"
"I'm fine, Mom. I'm still at school, we're using the school as shelter until the storm clears."
"We're? Is someone with you?"
I looked over at Darren, who was eating a piece of bread and relatively not paying any attention. "Yeah, Darren's with me." He looked up at the sound of his name, a smile forming on his lips.
"Darren? The one you hate? Why is he there?" She sounded genuinely confused.
"I don't hate him, per say..."
He smirked.
"Well, at least you're safe and not alone. But why weren't you answering your phone?"
I gulped, a blush creeping over my features. "I was...busy."
"Busy?" I could practically hear the smirk in her voice, "okay, then. Actually, can you put Darren on the phone? I'd like to ask him something."
My eyes widened, "no!" Is she trying to humiliate me?!
"Rose, put him on the phone," her tone hardened.
I sighed, taking the phone away from my ear, holding it towards Darren. "My Mom wants to talk to you."
He rose an eyebrow, yet took the phone anyway.
"Hello?" I asked, puzzled at why she wanted to talk to me.
"Darren?"
"Yeah?"
"As you probably already know, I'm Rose's mom. Darren, I know you're a wizard, so I was wondering if after the storm you could tele-transport Rose home? Of course, I could come get her, but the roads might be a mess and there might be traffic-"
"Oh, no problem, Mrs. Novoa," I grinned, "it would give me great pleasure to take your daughter home."
"Yes, about that," she began, "you better not be doing anything inappropriate. I know perfectly well what 'busy,' means." My eyes widened at her words, "And you better not be taking it any further than kissing. Got it?"
I nodded, even though she couldn't see. "Got it. I would never do that to Rose."
At the sound of her name, she looked up, brown eyes wide. She was most likely wondering what we were talking about. Smirking, I held a finger to my lips.
"Good. Keep her safe."
I stared into her eyes, "with my life."
Darren handed the phone back to me, and after our goodbye's, I hung up.
"So, now what?" I asked, becoming bored.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "what do you wanna do?"
"How about a game?" I suggested.
His eyes glinted mischievously, "how about Magic Truth or Dare?"
I tilted my head to the side, "Magic Truth or Dare?"
"Yeah, it's like Truth or Dare, but with magic!"
"Okay," I agreed hesitantly, not wanting to just sit here and do nothing.
He grinned, "so, Red, truth or dare?"
Who knows what he could think of to make me do, so I picked the most logical answer.
"Truth."
After all, the truth option is never bad, it's always the safe route.
Unfortunately, he didn't act the least bit disappointed. A corner of his mouth lifted as he pointed a finger at me. Before I could even think to get out of the way, a burst of orange magic hit me.
"What did you do?!" I freaked, looking all over my body to see if something was missing or damaged in any way.
"Relax, it's just a truth spell, so I know you're not lying. I already performed mine on myself. Now...were you lying earlier when you said that I wasn't a good kisser?" His smirk curled deeper.
"Yes," I immediately answered without thinking. Stupid truth spell.
Darren's eyes sparkled with pleasure, "how much did you enjoy it?"
"A lot." God, I hate my life. Please, end it now and put me out of this misery.
"Okay, your turn," he said, leaning back against a row of lockers. Thank God that's over with.
"Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Dare."
I grinned, "I dare you to imitate a monkey as best you can."
He shrugged his shoulders, his smile never wavering. "If you insist."
Standing up, he pointed a finger at himself, his magic hitting him...then a monkey was standing in his place!
I held back a gasp of surprise at the animal in front of me. For a few seconds it looked at me, head tilted sideways, until it started shriek and jump up and down.
"Okay, okay!" I yelled, covering my ears, "you're done! It's your turn!"
The monkey became silent, then before my eyes transformed back into Darren. He grinned, "how was that?"
"Wonderful," I replied sarcastically.
"Okay," he sat back down, "truth or dare?"
I bit my lip, hesitating.
"Truth."
It still had to be better than whatever dare he could think of.
Darren tilted his head slightly, "what are you most afraid of?"
I looked down, remembering the haunted house. "Being all alone...hearing those voices..."
"What voices?" He asked.
"Those voices, that I heard in the haunted house. They kept saying things like 'now's our chance,' and they kept mentioning a 'he.'" On instinct I looked behind me to make sure no one was there.
Darren had grown a bit pale, as he sat there in silence. He gave me a long look, as if debating something, then shook his head. "Your turn," he finally said.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you," I tried to think of a good one, "to tell me the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you."
He smiled, shaking his head. "It was...hmm, the summer of sixth grade going into seventh. I was at the beach with a few of my friends, and of course we all went swimming. We were all in the water, having a great time when all of a sudden a wave crashes over us. We were all okay, but when I got up I felt something was wrong," he chuckled, "and my bottom felt unusually cooler."
"Oh jeez," I giggled, knowing what was coming next.
"I look around and notice people are laughing at me, including my friends. One of them pointed at me. Confused, I looked down and noticed that my swim trunks fell off," he laughed. "I had to call my parents and have them drop off another pair of trunks. Dad was in hysterics laughing while my mom simply felt bad for me, yet giggled a little bit. From that day on, whenever a wave would come, I would always run for it."
We both started laughing at the story. Who knew Darren Blaze had embarrassing moments?
"Okay," he sobered, "truth or dare?"
"Dare," I answered, feeling a bit brave.
"Hmm," he thought, eyes glinting deviously, "I dare you to tell me what you really think about Nick."
I tried answering the truth while still being vague. "He's...okay."
"Desribe 'okay.'"
Oh no. "He sometimes does sweet things for me, but overall I find him," I glanced down, feeling the truth about to burst from my mouth, "controlling, and a bit aggressive."
"How so?" He asked, eyes darkening.
"Whenever we go on a date, it's always what he wants to do. If I don't want to, he takes my hand and squeezes it really hard, sometimes hurting me. He made me go in the haunted house that night, he..." I held back a tear, "he left me. I was all alone."
"Why don't you-"
"Break up with him?" I cut him off, "because I know he's not perfect. He'll get better, I'm sure of it. He loves me."
"But do you love him?"
"...no." I whispered the answer, wishing I wasn't under a spell so I could lie. I should love Nick, and I didn't want Darren to know the truth.
"I don't want to play this game anymore."
He sighed, "alright."
From that point on we talked about normal things, like our interests, favorite colors, favorite spells, etc. We probably wouldn't worked on my tele-transporting problem, but he didn't want to chance on me falling into the pool during a storm.
...
I felt someone nudging me.
"Red. Come on, wake up," a soft voice whispered in my ear. "Come on, Red. Time to go home, the storm's over."
I moaned softly, choosing instead to nuzzle closer into my warm, yet firm pillow.
I heard a sigh beside me, then felt myself being lifted gently. It didn't disturb me in the least, I was only uncomfortable for a split second. I felt myself falling back to sleep.
I tele-transported her to her bedroom, laying her down on her bed. Covering my eyes (just in case), I cast a spell to replace her Iridium High uniform with her pajamas. Uncovering my eyes, I saw that it worked.
Smiling, I lifted the covers up, then put them over Rose. She was sleeping soundly, her head tilting slightly to the right, thick, curly black hair spilling over the pillow. Her right arm was laying on the pillow next to her; overall she looked comfortable.
I stared for a second longer, then bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Goodnight, Red. Don't worry, you'll never have to be afraid ever again. I will never leave you."
A/N: So a little throwback to the truth or dare game ;) Oh, and in my profile I have links to what I imagine what Rose, Darren, and Nick might look like!
p.s. I have picked the ship name...Roserren! (pronounced Rose-ren)
lovethatignites: Lol, I knew when I posted it that the readers would be spazzing XD Haha, I have a feeling she'd do that too ;)
Guest: Yeah, I was mad that Desdemona ruined it for them before, but Darren and Rose didn't have to worry about any intrusions ;)
harmonizergirl1202: I'm guessing that you liked the kiss? XD
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Jemmalover1: Thank you! And ugh, I wish a guy would say that to me, it wouldn't even have to be in French XD
alli211: Finally ;)
shadowhunter167: Rofl maybe I am XD Thank you :) And wow, I'm happy my writing makes you love a fan-made pairing just as much as a canon one :D
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