Romeo and Juliet
My name is Quil Ateara, and up untill recently there were three things I was sure about. First, I thought I was best friends with Jacob Black, and Embry Call. Second, I was sure I was human. And third, I believed that there was no real existance of mythical creatures. How could I have been so wrong? Once Jacob and Embry join the pack, Quil is left alone and confused. When he stumbles upon a lone vampire, he doesn't realize at first what she is, or what he is to become. And when their friendship becomes closer, the pack threatens to tare it apart. Chapter 22 now up!
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I’m not sure when I finally fell asleep, but I do remember spending a long time just laying under my quilt thinking. I was face up, laying on my back, eyes closed tight as I tried once again to get the least bit of sleep. There was something cool on my forehead, that had the lightest of pressures. it sounded as though someone was murmuring to themselves just above my head, but I didn’t catch what it was about as the words were to quick to comprehend. The cold presence was gone, and I heard someone saying my name in a musical voice. Sitting up to fast my head spun and I put my hand to it to hold everything in place. I looked back out the tent and I saw Terra standing at the foot of my tent, and I saw my watch said seven o’ clock.
“Quil, are you ok?” she asked as I probably looked incoherent which maybe I was.
“Yeah,” I said while letting out a yawn. “If I’d had known you’d be on time I would have given myself more time to sleep.”
“Do you want me to go.” there was a suppressed pain in her voice.
“No, no, it’s just I wasn’t expecting you to be here at exactly seven. I thought I was going to have some time before to collect myself.”
“Well I can come back…”
“No really, it’s alright. I’m happy you came.” her corners of her full lips turned slightly upward at that last note. Today she was wearing a long sleeved sky blue blouse and a white skirt that went about two inches above her knees. Then I remember I was still in my sweatshirt from two nights ago, and khaki shorts and was considering my odds at getting a chance to change anytime soon.
She saw me looking at my clothing and had obviously understood what I was thinking. “Would you like to change?”
“Well it’s kind of hard with you being a girl and everything just standing there.” she turned her back to me.
“I won’t look I promise.” taking her word I slipped off my sweatshirt and changed my current t-shirt for a navy blue one with a picture of the moon and two eyes looking out at you with the words Who’s Afraid of the Big Bag Wolf written across it. Then I traded my khaki pants for a new pair since I had only packed the one specific type of pants. Now ready to be seen I stepped out of the tent and went to turn her around by the arm, but when I touched her skin it was icy, and I pulled away. She turned around and looked directly at the saying on my shirt with an odd expression on her face.
“Nice, shirt.” she said in a confused voice as to what she just said. I smoothed out the ends and looked back at her.
“Thanks, my mom got this for me when I was little, when she would always read me the story of The Three Little Pigs at night. She found I this at an old thrift store and hoped that eventually I would grow into it.”
“Oh.” was all she said to that. “So, what are we doing today?” she was still deep in thought about my story as she spoke.
“I don’t know. I guess we could go into town or to the beach or something.” I hadn’t really planned ahead for today and now I wish I had thought of something interesting to do. My stomach began to growl as I had only eaten that one fish yesterday; leaving me now ravenous.
“Are you hungry?” her purple eyes were worried, and I saw that they were slightly darker than before; now amethyst that was before lavender. This realization momentarily distracted me, and I somehow was then able to form a coherent sentence.
“Er…just a little. Did you…” I stopped short for maybe I was just seeing things.
“Did I, what?” she prompted with clarity on every word.
“Nothing, I’m just still a little drowsy.” there was still question written on her face but she let it go.
“If your hungry we can go get you something to eat.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want to do cause I can go a little longer without food?”
“Yes I am sure. I don’t want to starve you now do I?”
“Hey, I said I was a little hungry.”
“Yes but your stomach and I beg to differ.” right then my stomach let out another loud growl. “See, my point is proven.”
“Traitor.” I said to my chest, and Terra laughed at me as I chastened myself.
“Now are we going to get you breakfast or what?” she said, hands on her hips, one eyebrow cocked upward.
“Alright. Come on.” motioning with my hand for her to follow I began back in the direction of my house.
“Where is it that were going?”
“To my house; I’m not really in the mood for anymore burnt fish.” we laughed together at our carefree mood, making it feel like there was a lift in the atmosphere. The whole walk we spent laughing, me confessing more to her as she asked more and more about myself. Gliding along side me in an amazingly graceful walk, she would ask simple things, my favorite color, places I enjoy going to, until soon enough we reached the door of my house.
“Are you sure your father won’t mind my presence?”
“My father doesn’t mind anything as long as it doesn’t involve him having to move.”
“So am I. Really he won’t mind.” I said the last part in a more gentle tone as I saw she was starting to get irate with me.
“Well if your sure.”
“Come on in.” Ushering her in as I said this so that I wouldn’t spend the whole time with this conversation. As I stepped I saw my dad on the couch, as usual, asleep with a can of beer in his hand that was now draped over the edge of the chair. I lead the way back to the kitchen, which was a medium sized room with hard wood floors, pine cupboards, a fridge, and an old round table with only two mahogany chairs. I motioned for her to sit and she delicately sank into the chair. “So what would you like to eat.” she was examining the kitchen then turned back to me.
“No thank you. I… ate before I came.”
“Ok,” I answered simply and tuned toward the fridge and took out the milk. Placing it on the counter I then got a bowl, spoon, and a box of cereal and took it all to the table. I poured the cereal and milk into the bowl and began eating.
“So, where do you know the Cullen’s from?”
- Talk with the Girl
- Thoughts About an Angle
- Learning About Terra
- Run in at the Newton's
- The Truth Behind Those Purple Eyes
- The Color of my Eyes
- Do I Stay or Do I Go
- Least Expected Change
- Phone Call
- Listening to her Dead Heart
- Dreams and Nightmares
- Scheme's of Sorts
- Hearts Will Break
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