A/N: Yup – you must all be wondering why the hell I ditched this story. Welp – ever since school started, I've been having a hell of a hard time juggling school with work, family problems and fanfiction. And plus, lately, I've been doing watching a lot of Vampire Diaries since it's finally available on Netflix(with 4 seasons...incredible right ;D? Isn't Damon incredibly awesome ;D?) Needless to say, I was busy as hell.
But, I succeeded writing the 4th installment of this fic :) And, it's long too – exactly 6OOO words. I gotta tell you, I had a lot of fun doing it :P! I hope you'll enjoy reading it ;) And thank you so much for the favorites, the follows, the reviews and - for even clicking on this story and giving it a chance :) I 'preciate the support :)
Now, let's get to story-telling, shall we ;)?
Warning: Just swearing…the usual language that we, teens, use nowadays. Also, there's a hint of fluff and grammar errors ;D!
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing…just this muffin I'm currently eating.
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Chapter 4: Tranquility and Turbulence
Happiness twinkled in her black coffee eyes as she jumped uncontrollably on her seat, golden locks of hair bouncing lusciously to her body movement of obvious excitement. A small smile slowly stretched into a grin that brightly showed her pearly whites. This 16 year-old girl was excited because her boyfriend would finally show her the magic trick she was eagerly waiting for. He was rumored to be the best when it came to doing magic tricks – and she wanted to see for herself if the words were true.
"Please please please Spud!" she infinitely begged, unleashing her secret weapon that no being of this earth could be immune to; her puppy-dog pout. She folded her hands, quivered her bottom lip in a very-powerfully cute way while twinkling her eyes with innocence. "Come on! I wanna see your magic trick, now!"
Spud Spudinski stubbornly and childishly shook his head, trying as hard as he could to not look through her eyes. One look at her puppy-dog eyes and you'd fall into an inescapable trap. That was a lesson this brunette had learnt a long time ago. "Nope," he countered, audibly enhancing the 'pop' sound of the word's second consonant. "Stacey, you refused to give me your chocolate bar," he whined, earning a gape of disbelief from his blonde girlfriend.
Her arms were in the air, describing her current flabbergasted moment. "But Spud! Oh Henry is my shit! No one eats my shit!" she explained, not ashamed of admitting her exaggerated love for her chocolaty treat to the world.
She may look like the type of girl to not eat junk food due to her slim physique but that wasn't true. She didn't kid around when it came to junk food. She was too ashamed to admit it in middle school – the time she had to keep herself undercover in order to maintain her cool cheerleader image. But as soon as she reached high school, without any regret, she shredded away her fake cheerleading façade and decided to be herself. Her true bubbly but potty-mouthed self. And that was also the main reason how she befriended Spud and, later on, became his official girlfriend.
Spud stifled a couple of laughs, totally enjoying Stacey's spazzing moment. She was so cute when she'd get defensive over her candy. "Stacey, your reaction is too priceless!" he began laughing, pointing amusingly towards the reddened blondette.
Stacey immaturely puffed her cheeks out, a bit ticked off by Spud's lack of understanding. "Hey, you'd feel the same way if someone touched your Hot Cheetos!"
As though it was on cue, Spud's head perked up and his words were replaced by silence. He also pouted to Stacey. "Hey, that's different!"
"Na-ah, it's not," Stacey countered, her hands fiercely on her hips.
"Yes, it is," Spud opposed then pulled his tongue out towards Stacey in a mocking but childish fashion.
Stacey turned her head away, nose merely in the air with a 'humph'.
This couple constantly fought for – everything, really. Seriously; one of them complains about a thing, then the other one worsens the situation which leads both of them into a heated argument and after, one of them apologize to the other one, which leads to a major make-out sessions. Yeah, typical ain't it? But that was how this couple functioned. With the constant disputes, everyone was quite surprised that they were still going out, almost reaching their 3 years.
Sighing in defeat, Spud lowered his stubbornness to zero and walked back to his feisty Stacey, slowly snaking his arms around her waist and pressed her back upon his chest. "Fine Stace, I'll show you a magic trick," he said in a very attractive low tone as he placed his head on the crook of Stacey's neck and smothered it with kisses.
Stacey's previous anger had soon vanished away, replaced by this electrifying sensation that she secretly loved. Spud had this certain magic touch that could make her become his in a snap – one touch and Stacey gets crazy. He had this much control over her and she didn't mind at all. "Heh, okay. What's your magic trick – oh, great one?" she asked in a flirtatious tone, girlishly giggling as Spud continued smothering kisses on her neck.
Spud slyly whispered something in Stacey's ear, reddening her face to the color of crimson. "Damn Spud, freaky much – don't ya think?" she joked, her flirtatious tone still intact.
Just as the couple was going to start another one of their freaky fests, their drama teacher cleared her throat, catching both the teenagers' attention. One of her hands held a clipboard with her students' attendance, as the other one was on her hip in a sassy strict fashion. From her furrowed eyebrows to her sassy body pose, you could tell she was unpleased by the two students' inappropriate display of affection. "Spud and Stacey – where are your three teammates? Trishelle Carter, Rose Tyler and Jacob Long?" she impatiently asked, a finger tapping on the clipboard. "They're supposed to be in class 30 minutes ago."
Spud and Stacey merely shrugged, unsure of where their fellows had gone. Spud knew that Rose and Jake had left to retrieve a golden bracelet that they had lost, but he couldn't comprehend why Trixie was this late for class. It was unlike of her to be late – I mean, her grandma was strict when it came to lateness and school; so his African-American fellow would never show up late or absent for class. "I dunno," Spud answered, scratching his head in confusion.
The teacher let out an audible breath of displeasure. "Well, since you're both friends with them, why don't you give each one of them their class homework," she gave Spud their assignment sheets, before going off to another group of students.
Hm – it looked like Spud was obligated to give this to Trixie and do you know what that meant? It meant he was gonna have to talk to her. It was weird how it felt so foreign to go talk to Trixie. It had been a while since they've exchanged words – ever since they started high school, to be more precise. Hm – for some odd reason, he had a feeling that he was gonna get involved in something big.
Weird, right?
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Trixie's wide-eyes stayed upon the mirror's reflection, trying to comprehend the meaning of this situation. Unsuccessfully, no words could emerge in her mind at the moment. Just utter blankness overthrowing her brain. She tried articulating at least a word but, to her dismay, it was impossible. The only noise her mouth could produce was a cracked breath of silence. Tears willed to break free from the corner of her eyes, but for some unknown reason, they were just incapable of doing so. All her body could do was place a mere finger upon the mirror's glassed mirror.
Seconds later, words and words appeared in her head, then transformed into long chains of thoughts which kept convulsing to no end. Trixie didn't want to believe what was projected before her eyesight but she obligatorily grasped it. Everything this bathroom mirror showed was…her. I mean, she held all of her physical features such as; her dark-brown purple-tipped hair, her Hershey brown eyes, her smooth chocolate skin, her hourglass-shaped figure…her everything!
But at the same time, there was something that was telling her intuition that it wasn't her.
Like for instance, her smile and the light in her Hershey brown eyes. Her reflection's cat-smile and untrusting eyes held this aura of arrogance and mischievousness; which, of course, Trixie didn't have. It radiated independency, stealth, gracefulness, intelligence and high self-esteem. It was as though the reflection was the opposite Trixie.
The blanket of silence that overtook the bathroom area had finally been lifted off; all thanks to a few simple words from the mirror's reflection.
"Trixie, it's me…your inner conscience."
That sentence immediately pushed Trixie's train of thoughts into a brutal halt. What? This whole time, the annoying voice that kept invading Trixie's mind with freaky nonsense was…her? How? And more importantly, why? Colorful words finally flew out of the confused African-American's mouth.
"What. Da. Fuck?" Trixie slowly uttered, her eyes no longer shining fear but anger and confusion.
The reflection, or should I say, the inner voice, still held a cat-like smile that mocked Trixie to insanity. "Now, now…no need to use bad words Trixie."
"Of course I have the damn right to cuss out yo ass," Trixie hissed with her southern accent kicking in, which amused even more the inner voice. "Wait a minute…" she trailed off as realization clicked. "W-were you the reason why I did that crazy shit, back there –in the school hallway?"
Maybe the inner voice had something to do with that creepy power Trixie did back in the hallway. Just think about it; ever since that racket appeared in her mind, trouble constantly happened to her. Oddly enough, even though she was freaked out by the new power she received, she also felt…somewhat special.
In the past, Rose and Jake had always looked at the African-American with not one speck of amazement but with unimportance and minority – as though she was just a mere pebble you'd see every day on the concrete ground. But now, when she mysteriously blasted Rose's iPhone with a mystical-like purple beam, it changed. The way they were looking at her was different. Not with the usual light of boredom, non-noteworthiness, but with amazement, stupefaction and other words that held a link to the word, special.
Doubtlessly, her power made Jake and Rose discover her true exquisite value.
The mirror's image nodded, feeling quite content by Trixie's fast-learning skills. "Hm…kinda. It was not only me but mainly your blood and your soul," she semi-darkly explained.
Trixie blinked, dumbfounded by what she just heard. "W-what do you mean by my blood and soul?"
All her reflection did was chuckle and shake her head, as though Trixie was really dense to realize something obvious. "Ok…do you wanna know the truth Trixie?"
Hesitantly, she slowly nodded to her reflection. "Yes…I wanna know the damn truth."
The reflection tilted her head to the side, stifling a couple of cackles. She was obviously amused by Trixie's determination and confusion. "Well then, this midnight, meet me at your neighborhood's park and I'll tell you everything."
At that said, she clicked her fingers and dispersed from the mirror with a poof and a cloud of smoke, deserting Trixie in the bathroom with her thoughts pooling her mind.
From observing the inner voice from the mirror, Trixie knew right away that she must've come from the magical realm – since she was none other than a simple magical creature. It was quite obvious from what inner voice had showed earlier; her wooden wand, her black pointy hat, her heart-shaped necklace and, last but certainly not the least, her little departure that consisted of a couple finger-snaps and a poof. Although, Trixie wasn't certain of what the inner voice could be – a witch? a wizard? I dunno, a kind of creature that'd need a hat and a wand.
Sheepishly scratching the back of her neck, Trixie turned her heels and exhaustedly walked towards the bathroom entrance.
Welp, it looked like she needed to look for someone who could possibly help her in this absurd situation – maybe not give her some crucial information about inner voice and her obtained power since she'd have to wait at midnight for it, but to at least, comfort her and put her nerves to ease. But too bad, she couldn't. Remember – she was all alone in this problem, with no one to support her.
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Oh man, why won't the bell ring already?
Jake thought impatiently as he could feel time having a hell of a hard time ticking away. Seriously; he just wanted the second period – which happened to be English Class – to end already so that, once lunch break begins, he could try to find Trixie.
Ever since that 'purple beam' episode, Jake had been doing nothing but think of how it could've happened. How? Why? Last time he checked, she was a plain girl who loved skating and eating burritos - not some magical being that can shoot purple beams - right? Well, whatever it was, he was going to get to the bottom of it. But the main problem was, Trixie. Right after mysteriously executing that purple beam and running off elsewhere, Jake had a hard time finding the girl.
Hell, instead of going to his first period class with Rose, which was Drama Class, he decided to ditch class alone and look for her. Unfortunately he had no luck of finding the African-American.
But, this time, once the bell rings, this Asian-American was determined to find her, and he might have an idea of where she might be. The two best buddies might've drifted apart from each other, but Jake knew thoroughly Trixie. When there were times she'd feel down in the dumps, she'd always isolate herself in a very quiet place with fresh air, to help clear her mind and keep her serenity.
Sighing in utter fatigue by his English teacher's constant annoying trails of blablalbla, the school bell finally rang, meaning the students were free to leave orderly their classrooms to head on to the cafeteria. Finally! Jake thought this class was never going to end – now he could go find Trixie! Without wasting further time, the Long boy speeded his way out of class, swimming through the sea of students that seemed to flood the school hallway.
While bustling through the student body, Jake felt a small part of him feel a bit anxious to finally converse with his long-time friend.
I mean, what the hell was he supposed to say to her other than discuss about her sudden power, after not speaking to her for a few years? A hi, I miss you sentence? Na-ah, that'd be too awkward. And what if she was still mad at him? When they had talked in the hallway, before the whole purple beam shit, she seemed infuriated with him, to the least. It was like she blamed everything on him - but the main question was why?
That question, and the angry facial expression she carried with that mystic purple glint of fury obscurely sparkling her irises, kept filing his mind to infinity.
Attempting to erase that part of memory out of his head, Jake turned left in another corridor, which was less dominated by students, compared to the other one. Clicking his white Black Vans upon the school's marble floor, Jake walked towards an entrance that wasn't far from where he was and swung it open, only to enter inside a room with a long stairway. This should lead him up to the school's roof.
Speedily ascending the stairs with the help of the rail, curiousness kept augmenting, with each step this American Dragon took. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, and so many of them needed to be answered. In his years of doing his American Dragon duty, he had never stumbled upon something this bizarre. He had seen multitude number of abnormal things, such as, mermaids, wizards, trolls - but this had topped it off. A human (?) possessing a certain mystical power. Hell, wait till he explained this to his Gramp and Fu Dog.
After long agonizing seconds of climbing up a long trail of stairs, Jake stood before the entrance that allowed him to step outside, on the school roof.
This was it - it was time to get to the bottom of this.
Jake took in a loud audibly breath of air, held the door's cold, metallic handle and swiftly swung it open, only to be mesmerized by the scene that stood before him, outside on the school roof.
It hit him very hard - by how Trixie looked, just peacefully sitting there, by the school-roof fence, gladly authorizing the sun to illuminate her and the wind to rake through her ponytail with its' fluttery fresh fingers. From the way her lips gracefully turned upwards, Jake could tell she was positively feeling the tranquility that nature had brought. He, himself, couldn't help but smile by how his pal looked relaxed. It had been a while since he'd seen her like this - not being down in the dumps, taking a breather and chill blissfully, with nothing to worry about.
Ever since these two had both enrolled in high school, the home-girl would always look gloomy, as if the world was going to end and decided to give up on life.
So, it was nice to see her smile like that. Besides, he liked it when she smiled like that - it strangely made him happier.
Clearing his throat, Jake's visage lost its once happiness, now replaced with seriousness. "Trixie," he called out, only to receive an audible guttural sound of irritation from Trixie, clearly not appreciating the intrusion of her quality alone time. She wanted a second away from everything – Jake, her purple problem and etc. Was that so hard for this sista to ask for?
Opening up her eyes, she briefly-but-awkwardly nodded, letting the Asian know he had caught her attention. "We gotta discuss about – you know – what you did back there in the hallway," Jake told, not knowing another way to properly bring up the touchy subject.
Suspiring for like the billionth time, Trixie's visage mustered an annoyed frown, her eyes looking right through Jake's black ones. "Jacob," she started, the American Dragon flinching from his pal's usage of his government name. He hated it when she did that. Every time she did it, he'd always get a strange heart-stabbing feeling – weird, right? "Please, let me handle this myself – this is my problem," she stated with neutrality, but if you listen very carefully, you could tell she was holding back her display of annoyance from Jake.
"But Trixie! I need to know how the hell you shoot purple beams!" Jake declared, his arms lifted up in the air, to express his current frustration. "I just want to help you. But, in order to do that, I gotta know how ya got that power!"
"Nonya."
An eyebrow had been quirked from, yours truly, Jake. "Whaat?" he drawled with an urban accent, confused by what his single-minded pal had just said. He couldn't comprehend why the hell Trixie was so stubborn, especially in this very important situation. He just wanted to help her fix this problem – who knows what harm it could to her and to everyone, if not controlled properly. He made a mental note to ask Fu Dog and Gramps about the source of her sudden power.
"Nonya business," Trixie stated stubbornly with her voice booming in a louder volume as her arms crossed upon her chest. "Let me handle this myself, I somehow got myself in this situation. So, I'll be able to find a way to get myself out of it."
"But I wanna help you Trixie!" Jake bellowed, his voice reaching at the same volume as Trixie's. Was this chick so hard-headed? Couldn't she understand that he wanted to help her?
Trixie darkly snorted at the same time as her eyes slowly descended on the rooftop surface, building up an abnormal tensed atmosphere.
Jake could feel shivers running on his spine with its' cold fingers. He knew something wasn't right from the way Trixie's body began radiating a faint purple energy.
"Weird now you's interested in me," she commented, her eyes slowly ascending back onto her fellow, her irises faintly glowing purple. "Before, when I was normal, you wouldn't give two shits about me. You'd be too busy being all lovey-dovey with Rose. But now, just because I got this purple mcjiggers on me, you finally notice my existence."
"Wait – Trixie, that's not true! I've always cared about you," exclaimed Jake as he took another step closer to the upset Carter.
Trixie stood up from the floor, her head tilted forward with her eyes raised. Tsk- now he says that he cares about her. He's quite late, ain't he? "Jake, that's bullshit," her voice cracked in disbelief, her eyes becoming glossy. "Do you know the number of times you weren't there when I needed your help and support?"
"But, Trixi-"
Trixie lifted a finger in the air, telling the boy that she didn't want to hear it. "Please move over Jacob, I'm leaving."
Trixie's mere fingers made a soft delicate contact with Jake's chest, in order to push him out of the way. But to her discovery, something so unexplainable had occurred from that simply little touch.
So unexplainable that everything went blank.
Literally.
For some unforeseen reason, she was no longer standing on the school roof, by Jake's side.
She was now, standing in an abyss of whiteness, with nothing. No vegetation. No sounds. No humans. Nothing. Nada. Rien. Just her, standing in the middle of nowhere.
"Jake, where da hell are you?" She screamed out loud, her voice echoing throughout the white crevasse, giving her the cold-creeps. "Where da fuck am I?"
Trixie frantically turned, trying to find a little sight of life, in no avail. Could this be the doing of her magic powers? But it's impossible; she didn't feel some sort of heat reacting from her body this time. Last time, when she was in the school hallway with Jake and Rose, she actually felt her body emitting some sort of dark energy. But now, it was different.
Her chestnut eyes mixed with concern, the confused adolescent shakily lifted her hands up to her view, only to see them perfectly normal. Not glowing in some absurd purple energy like that previous time in the school hallway. Okay…so her hands ain't glowing. But still, how did she end up here? Feeling that flame of anger flickering crazily, Trixie slowly breathed out as she clenched her hands in fists and closed her eyes.
This was seriously frustrating Mama Trixie. All she asked for – was to get a goddamn break from this little obstacle, that appeared out of nowhere in her life. But no – reality just liked to be a bitch and constantly poke her brain to asunder. What the hell could she had done – to, somehow, appear in this place?
All she did was push softly Jake, so that he could get out of the way.
Anger flickering inside her core from the thought of the said boy, Trixie flashed her eyes open, only to be shocked by what her eyes have been exposed to.
Trixie was no longer surrounded by the empty color of white.
She was now in a flower field that possessed such breath-taking beauty. It carried the main quality that this ebony gal worked her finger to the bone to gain, which was; peace.
A fresh gust of wind overtook this unknown territory, swaying soothingly the trees and plants with its rate of motion. Leaves, pink blossoms and daisies were floating their floral selves, amorously dancing with the peaceful, refreshing air. Due to the wind's power, particles of fresh vegetation decorated the place, giving it a green wonderland ambiance. A wonderland where there was no such thing as sadness but happiness and harmony.
The 16 year-old teenager decided to inhale of Mother Nature's goodness, by strolling around this place and see if there was anything else that would successfully attract her attention. And so, her Timberland heels clicked away on the grassy, green surface, letting her intuition guide her.
She could feel her flame of anger blow away as she felt the soft wind touch her mocha-colored skin, in a butterfly-kiss motion. A smile graced itself on her beaming visage. Now, this was what Mama Trixie was talkin' about – nothing but the comforting blanket of serenity enveloping her spirit from stress. Not only a perfect sight to admire but also, a perfect getaway from life.
From afar, Trixie deciphered a beautiful couple – both young adults – holding hands in a loving way, while standing under a tree of luminous, mystic-like fireflies.
One of them, who happened to be a woman and seemed African-American, was beautiful, with her gorgeous kinky hair flowing to the lower part of her back, and her white, long lacy dress that seemed to be touching the flowery ground. And the other person, who was a man and seemed Asian, was gorgeous! He clad a black suit with no tie, letting the first few buttons unbuttoned, which not only gave him a hot Tony Montana style, but also gave Trixie a tincy-wincy glimpse of his delicious-looking skin.
Hm – maybe the couple can lend me a hand on finding an exit here, Trixie smartly thought as she made her way towards the lovey-dovey duo, until she got a closer look at them.
They looked oddly familiar – like really, really familiar. The good-looking dude's hair held a tint of green as the beautiful lady's curls held a tint of purple…and her hands held dark-purple mystical tattoos – which the Carter chick had to admit, it looked cool as ice yo!
Hm – something smelt fishy; she swore to God that she had already met them before in her life. She was just unable to place her fingers upon their names. And thus, in need of their identities, Trixie took a step closer to the illuminating tree, only to get a shocking nonetheless clear view of the duo.
The couple turned out to be –
"Jake and me?! What da fuck?!"
She screamed out loud, not understanding the meaning of this situation. What the fuck?! Jake and Trixie? Since when? How? What about Rose?
Surprisingly, the two adults didn't notice Trixie's presence and approached their lips, right about to start a kissing fest.
All of this couldn't be true. No. Trixie has always wanted Jake to see her as more than a friend, who he could love till the end, hold her hand lovingly, without letting it go – as though their life depended on it, and pour out his amorous feelings to her. Sigh, but this African-American knew that'd never happen in a hundred years. Jake would be all doing those lovey-dovey things with his little princess of utter perfection – Rose – while Trixie suffers with love, in the dark, where she'll never be found.
Trixie felt a part of her shatter into unfixable pieces, as she continued to lose herself in her inner labyrinth. Watching this scene, unfold before her, made her realize this wasn't reality – but a cruel illusion which reminded her, that she'd never be as happy as the couple. She just couldn't bear seeing this anymore – it made her heart silently bleed with no whatsoever control.
The more it hurt, the more she realized that she had lost a part of self – since she had given a part of herself to Jake, who was a very special person to her eyes. So when she had lost him, the person who she held a very strong bond with, her soul solemnly ached.
Unable to watch her older happier self kiss the older Jake, Trixie forcedly closed her eyes, only to feel a rush of wind pass by in such strong rate of motion. Why da hell, did she had the impression that she was flying through the air? Without any other choice, she hesitantly opened her eyes, only for them to be met by a familiar pair of worried obsidians.
And those pair of obsidians belonged to the 16 year-old Jake Long.
"Trixie!" he smiled, relief washing over his facial features. "Thank god; you okay."
Her heart inwardly skipped a beat from his adorable relieved smile; Trixie ignored his stare and looked elsewhere, frantically noticing that she had somehow transported herself back on the school rooftop, where she should be. How da hell did she do that? One moment, she was in the middle of a flower field, watching her older self make out with the older Jake, and now, she's here, being carried bridal-style by the normal aged Jake …wait –say wiggedy what?!
"Say what?!" Trixie gawked, her eyes not being crazy after all. So she ain't hallucinating at all – she was indeed, being carried bridal-style by Jake. Don't get her wrong; she secretly liked the type of attention he was currently giving her – but still, what up with this? "Jacob, get me down instantly and explain to me, why you carryin' me like this?!"
Jake pursed his lips, clearly not liking the usage of his government name, but at the same time, he internally digged her spite of feistiness. The old Trix has returned alright. "Damn ma, no need to use my name like that."
"Dude, seriously – what up with me being in yo arms?" Trixie repeated her question, her cheeks flushed faintly in red – she was not used to being this close to the boy.
Jake's eyes bulged out, surprised that this gal would even ask such question. "Girl, you seriously don't remember what happened?" Trixie shook her head in confusion, which Jake felt obligated to explain everything to her. "When you tried to push me out of the way – to get to the door, your eyes and hands started glowing purple and you fainted. I've been trying to wake you up for more than an hour now."
What?!
Her eyes popped again in plate size, as her forehead crinkled in bewilderment. This whole time – she was here for more than an hour – seriously ?! But she was in an unknown field for less than a minute. She instinctively looked down on her purple-glowing hands, her eyes darting back and forth.
So far, she could shoot purple beams, have visions and transport through time.
Okay, what the fuck was she – to possess this type of power? Trixie had met many mythological and mystical beings thanks to her past traveling through the Magic Realm, with the company of Jake and Spud. But she swore to God that she had never met one creature with – these abilities altogether. At first, she assumed she was a wizard from the way her inner freaky conscience dressed and poofed away. She wasn't so sure about that theory anymore.
"Trixie," the said girl's thinking bubble popped, as her attention was now focused on the boy who had called her. "See – you need my help. We gotta try to find out what gave you these abilities and you gotta learn to control it…for your good. We can't be having you going out of control like this. You could hurt yourself or somebody else."
Trixie didn't say anything, letting the suddenly-tensed silence do the speaking for her. The previous words of her conscious kept rotating in her mind, like a slow merry-go-round.
"Well then, this midnight, meet me at your neighborhood's park and I'll tell you everything."
Jake's right. It was pretty obvious that she must know the truth behind all this. She needed to know if this thing that was happening to her body was safe. Imagine if she damaged an actual person with – this freakish thing? She wanted to prevent that from happening. And plus, she wanted to know why the hell she had it in the first place – now knowing that she's not a not-so-normal human, judging from today's roll of events.
But what if she discovered the reason – what would happen to her later?
This mystical secret could be dangerous for Trixie but she had no choice but to face it.
Alone.
So, she jumped out of Jake's arms and faced him with determination. "Jacob, let me handle this myself. I don't need your help."
Trixie started walking past him towards the door, but momentarily stopped as she felt a firm grip on the arm. She didn't turn to see him – she refused to look into his eyes. She didn't want to feel guilty for foolishly declining his help and then, pathetically give in. "What Jacob?" she softly murmured, her head descended upon the roof surface. "You just won't give up – won't you?"
"Please…Just let me help you Trix."
Her heart suddenly grew wings and flew up in heaven, leaving her body with this feeling of comfortable fluttery warmth. He – said her nickname. She thought he had forgotten about that – from the way he'd always address her simply as Trixie, as though they had never been more than acquaintances. The way he said her nickname was different from how others would say it. She just couldn't explain how, but it was just different and it gave her this welcoming heart-warming sentiment.
However, that wasn't necessarily going to stop her from going in the park at midnight – by herself.
Slowly, Trixie turned and faced Jake, only to see worry twinkle his eyes. "Thank you Jakey-boy," she softly thanked him with a sweet but sad smile, causing Jake to blink in surprise. "But I gotta do this myself."
At that said, she ran off, leaving Jake all alone on the school rooftop, continuously stare at the spot where Trixie was.
'She said… Jakey-boy' he thought, still eyeballing the spot.
He didn't know why, but when she had warmly addressed him like that…
His heart had skipped a beat.
A/N II: Again, sorry for the lateness. Man, life got to me with school, Vampire Diaries and work. Welp, at least this chapter is finished :-)! It's got a bit fluff – but please tell me if I've overdone it. I want the romance to be slow, since Trix and Jake are currently trying to rebuild their friendship – and it'll take time for that. So, this will take baby steps my friends ;). But don't worry, the fluff will be stronger later on…(insert evil smile lol. No, I won't be doing a lemon btw. Just saying.)
Anyway, next chapter will be very – special, and filled with drama. So be prepared for that ;)
Remember darlings, review is love ^-^