Post by Fel Touu on Feb 2, 2011 18:44:28 GMT -5
Part four is here!! Wow, this is the farthest I've ever really gotten in a book. Sweet . Anyways, I changed Jays name to Evan (eh-van) because it was a bit wearing having J(ude) and J(ay). Enjoy!
“That was Grace. As much as I hate to admit it, I probably would have walked right by you. I would have thought ‘Oh, poor girl. I hope she has somewhere to go’, but I wouldn’t have been able to go up to you and offer you a place to stay.” He admits, looking apologetic. Half way through the mini-speech he stops looking at me and starts staring at the floor again, his face almost apologetic.
“Not many people would have, all of the compassion in the world won’t give you the balls to act on it.”
“Are you saying I have no balls?” He’s looking at me again, smiling again.
“I didn’t say that.” I say blithely, taking another bite of burnt bagel. Evan stares at me, disconcertingly. Like I said, he’s the school outcast. I look at the house around me, it’s nice. The whole room is filled with reds and golds, it actually kind of reminds me of Christmas.
EVan fits right in here. At school he was taller than everyone else, always out of his element. His black hair always covers his face, but even so he’s easily better looking than pretty much everyone at school, all sharp lines and angles, so pale he could be a vampire. Incidentally, that was another rumor; a few people thought that he was more of a vampire than an arsonist.
“You can stay here, for as long as you want.” He mutters, reverting back to his shy and quiet self. “I guess the best I can give you is the couch. Grace is to selfish to give up her bed, and I’m guessing you wouldn’t be happy sleeping in my parents old bed.”
“Alright.”
“Jude sleeps down here to, but I promise he won’t hurt you or anything. He can bend his pride enough to share the room.”
“Oh.” I look around and notice that there is a pile of pillows and blankets in the corner. There is also a small stuffed cat that looks like it’s going to fall apart at any moment, half hidden under a brown blanket. I brush my bangs into my face, hoping to hide my smile.
“He didn’t want to stay at his house alone.” Evan explains. “Not that he stayed there much when his parents were there.”
“Oh. Well, it’s nice of you to give him a place to stay.”
“Yeah. Maybe I should start asking all of you to pay rent.”
“That’s one way to get rich.”
“Already am.” He laughs, though it sounds more bitter than genuine.
“You’re rich?” Dang, I don’t think anyone could have seen that coming. The social reject is rich? “That’s… crazy.”
“Yeah, my parents were really into business.” He shrugs. “All of the wars are good for business when you own a bunch of weapons manufacturing companies.”
“That was Grace. As much as I hate to admit it, I probably would have walked right by you. I would have thought ‘Oh, poor girl. I hope she has somewhere to go’, but I wouldn’t have been able to go up to you and offer you a place to stay.” He admits, looking apologetic. Half way through the mini-speech he stops looking at me and starts staring at the floor again, his face almost apologetic.
“Not many people would have, all of the compassion in the world won’t give you the balls to act on it.”
“Are you saying I have no balls?” He’s looking at me again, smiling again.
“I didn’t say that.” I say blithely, taking another bite of burnt bagel. Evan stares at me, disconcertingly. Like I said, he’s the school outcast. I look at the house around me, it’s nice. The whole room is filled with reds and golds, it actually kind of reminds me of Christmas.
EVan fits right in here. At school he was taller than everyone else, always out of his element. His black hair always covers his face, but even so he’s easily better looking than pretty much everyone at school, all sharp lines and angles, so pale he could be a vampire. Incidentally, that was another rumor; a few people thought that he was more of a vampire than an arsonist.
“You can stay here, for as long as you want.” He mutters, reverting back to his shy and quiet self. “I guess the best I can give you is the couch. Grace is to selfish to give up her bed, and I’m guessing you wouldn’t be happy sleeping in my parents old bed.”
“Alright.”
“Jude sleeps down here to, but I promise he won’t hurt you or anything. He can bend his pride enough to share the room.”
“Oh.” I look around and notice that there is a pile of pillows and blankets in the corner. There is also a small stuffed cat that looks like it’s going to fall apart at any moment, half hidden under a brown blanket. I brush my bangs into my face, hoping to hide my smile.
“He didn’t want to stay at his house alone.” Evan explains. “Not that he stayed there much when his parents were there.”
“Oh. Well, it’s nice of you to give him a place to stay.”
“Yeah. Maybe I should start asking all of you to pay rent.”
“That’s one way to get rich.”
“Already am.” He laughs, though it sounds more bitter than genuine.
“You’re rich?” Dang, I don’t think anyone could have seen that coming. The social reject is rich? “That’s… crazy.”
“Yeah, my parents were really into business.” He shrugs. “All of the wars are good for business when you own a bunch of weapons manufacturing companies.”