Chapter 11: Was it My Fault?
Claire's POV:
You know what I like about Paris? It's huge. So, if you're feeling like you're about to rip your own head off and stomp on it for being so utterly stupid, you might be in luck. You can find many places to cower in defeat and cry at your mistakes.
And I love that.
Because Paris never judges your tears.
Parisians cry all the time! We go to movies, we go to French bakeries, I see people crying everywhere! So me randomly bulldozing through the street as fast as I could, well that didn't do much of anything to disturb Paris.
But then, my phone started ringing.
And it was HIS ringtone.
So I probably should've evaporated or something, from all the tears, and being so angry. I couldn't possibly answer the phone and carry on a conversation with the boy I'd fallen in love with, while I was crying my eyes out.
But I did.
Why?
I'm pathetic, and I really needed his voice.
"Hello?" I say, and my voice remains even. HA, PERFECT!
"Claire, is that you?" Kai asks.
"Yea it's me," I say.
"Have you seen Skye around?"
"Uhm…no," I say, scanning the area. "Why?"
"He's just been acting strangely, I think his brother's in town again," he says.
"Oh my God, remember what happened last time? He almost got CAUGHT trying to steal from some museum!" I whisper, whipping my head around trying to find him.
"I know, that's why I'm worried. And the way he's acting, he'll do anything to find the opportunity to seek out a rich girl with a thing for cute guys."
"I'll let you know okay?" I ask him.
"Sure. Oh, and do you know if Jill Suzumiya is with him?"
"Jill Suzumiya? I've never heard of her."
"I know, she's new here. She always has her hair in a ponytail, fairly cute, hangs around with our silver-haired friend?"
Cute?
Who was this girl?
"I'll keep an eye out for her too, but why do you need her?"
"OH!" his voice shoots up. "I just…wanted to ask her…uhm…things."
What the hell does that mean?
"You like her?"
"Well…yea, I guess I do."
That was fine.
It was perfectly fine for him to like some girl I'd never heard of. Some faceless new girl in a sea of people, with a ponytail, who hangs out with thieves, was DEFINITELY PERFECT for him.
"I hope it works out," I say, but my voice cracks in all the wrong places and I sniffle. JESUS.
"Claire…" he begins, but I shut my phone off.
So, Jill Suzumiya huh? I've got to see the living form of my heartbreak with my own eyes.
Kai's POV:
Why did I say that? WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!
I don't like Jill! I barely know Jill! I like Claire! I'm IN LOVE with Claire! And now, what the hell is going to happen now?
WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT?!
"Alright, pull it together. I just have to find Skye. It's priority that he doesn't get himself expelled. He might've been with Jill first, but he definitely didn't stay the entire night. He wouldn't have been so tired after talking with a girl. The idiot flirt loves it," I say to myself, looking around my room throwing dity clothes into a hamper.
I rush out of the school and begin my search for the silver-haired nuisance.
Jill's POV:
Wouldn't it be great if life was like the movies? Life could be cinematic, and dramatic, with the PERFECT ending, and that would just be the beginning. Love could leave so much to imagination, we forgot to fill in the part where your heart breaks into a million pieces, even though it should be strong and smart, and less easy to fall, it wasn't.
But I didn't love Skye.
If I did, it would've taken many more movies for me to finally get up and tell myself Lumina didn't see me. Whoever I was now, I could be her.
A light rain had begun to fall. I pulled the hood over my head and left the theater, disoriented from crying so much. My eyes were no doubt puffy balls of redness, but my bangs hopefully covered them slightly.
"Jill!" Skye's voice calls.
No.
Not now. Not now with my puffy eyes and my fractured heart.
I keep walking.
"Did you say Jill? Jill Suzumiya?" I hear Lumina say.
A tear trickles down my face. I wipe it quickly. There's a bus, leaving right across the street.
"JILL!" Skye calls out, louder this time.
I run across the street like an idiot, pulling out my bus pass, and show it to the driver. The thing had cost me $100 but now, I could see it was worth it. I plonked on the empty bus with no idea where I was headed. All I knew was that Skye had seen a glimpse of my face, stone cold and crying underneath a frail little hood that would do nothing when it began to pour.
Skye's POV:
"I guess she didn't hear me," I say, shrugging.
What's up with Jill?
"Did you mean Jill Suzumiya?" Lumina repeats.
Should I tell her the truth? Jill had ran away for a reason.
"No I don't think so, I can' really remember if she told me her last name or not."
"Our Jill would probably never be wearing anything but those weird farm clothes," Lumina says, laughing. "So, where should we go?"
"Let's eat," I say, winking. "I've got something to give to you."
She smiles.
The same materialistic Lumina from back in Forget-Me-Not Valley was standing right in front of me. Jill Suzumiya was from that valley. We'd never met, but I distinctly remember meeting Claire there. The two had been from the same Valley, but at different times. While Jlil had lived there for a short period of time, when her father died, she was pulled immediately. Claire, she'd been in the Valley for years, trying to farm, trying to live out her father's dreams. But as she got to high school, some of that dream vanished, and now she only goes in the summertime. Claire and Jill have a lot more in common than they think.
We stand at the doorway of a creperie and I open the door for her, smiling warmly. She blushes and sits in a booth. I take up a menu and look out the window behind Lumina's head. It's raining today. At least it wasn't raining in here.
Our waiter comes over just as a loud screech of tires and screams are heard.
But they weren't just any screams.
I knew those screams. We'd seen horror movies together.
I knew her scream.
"Jill."
Author's Note:
I'm going to DEFINITELY keep writing this story. My plan got deleted...so I reread everything and remembered, and wrote it up again. AND GOD DANGIT I LOVE HARVEST MOON.
Did I do the cliffhanger properly?
Probably not.
But to kill you all...the next part comes tomorrow. MWAAHAHAHA! Just so I don't look like I spend all my nights writing these. PSH NO, I TOTALLY HAVE A LIFE!