Authors: James Martins
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Romance, #Fantasy, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Contemporary, #Paranormal & Urban
"Ow!" I flinched.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Brendan apologized.
"You know, if you don't want Brendan to help patch you up, you should've went to the hospital!" Anthony snapped, handing Brendan another weird kind of medicine to help cure me.
I gave him a dark look, "Walk away, now." I growled.
"Yes mam." Anthony went in the other room.
"Okay, you're all set." Brendan said.
"Ugh." I sat up on the hard kitchen table.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Well I have thrown up in an hour, so that looks like a good sign." I replied.
"What?" I questioned.
"C'mon, tell me."
"Can I use your shower?" I asked.
"Sure. Just go down the hallway, third door on the left." Brendan told me.
I didn't say anything, just wanted to get the heck outta here.
So I took my shower, watching the dry blood wash off of me, using the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.
I got out and wrapped a towel around me.
I looked for my clothes where were they?
"Brendan!" I yelled.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Oh! I washed them while you were in the shower."
"I was in there that long?" I asked.
"Uh...yeah." Brendan said uneasily.
"Just give 'em to me."
I squished open the door just so my hand could fit through.
I felt the clothes in my hand.
"Thanks." I muttered.
He didn't reply.
I slipped on my clothes and put on my sneakers and walked out of the bathroom, throwing the towel in what looked like a laundry basket in the other room.
"Where are you going?" Anthony asked.
"Home." I said as I walked towards the front door of the house.
"You're not going home!" Brendan burst in the room.
"Yes I am!" I yelled.
"You need to stay here and heal." Brendan said as he dragged me to black leather couch.
"HA! Told you you needed to stay!" Anthony laughed.
I frowned, "You never said that to me!"
"Anthony, you can leave." Brendan told him.
"Aaaaaaaawwwww!" Anthony whined.
"Ugh! Why?" he sighed in frustration.
"Fine, but you have to sleep on the couch." Brendan gave in.
"No. Get out." Brendan opened the door for him.
I took my chance to interrupt the argument.
"How about we switch places Anthony? You stay here and I go home." I quickly tried to get through the doorway.
Brendan blocked my way.
"Fine, Anthony stay." he growled.
"Yes!" Anthony roared in victory.
I think he went upstairs, because it was quiet, just the silent back round music of M and M.
"Let me through." I sighed.
"No." Brendan told me.
I looked at him, just really looked at him.
Well, he had hair the color of black, which was sticking out in many places, skin a little tan, and his eyes were the color of silver, surrounded by a storm cloud gray... and he was muscley.
"MOVE!" I screamed, ready to throw a punch at his perfect face.
He caught my fist in his hand, and picked me up and took me up the stairs as I endlessly thrashed around in his iron grip hold.
"Let. Me. Go!" I yelled between punches and scratches.
Brendan set me down, and I realized his shirt was just a couple scraps of fabric on his beautiful chest, I looked away.
I looked around the room, it was cold and bleak, just two giant glass doors that opened up to a balcony over on the other side of the room, and if you looked up, on the ceiling was a broken pipe, water slowly leaking out of it.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"In your new room." Brendan told me.
"I don't have any more available rooms."
"Downstairs is a couch."
"That couch is currently unavailable."
"What? How? And plus, this house is big enough to have more bedrooms."
"I do, but I'm sleeping on the couch."
"Why? You have a bedroom with a cozy bed, why don't you just sleep in there?" I asked.
my room." he admitted sheepishly.
I looked at him like he just told me he was thinking about committing suicide.
"So, out of all the other bedrooms in this house, you choose to sleep in this room." I said.
"Yes, but not literally in
room. Follow me." Brendan started walking towards the balcony, opening the two doors.
I followed, walking outside in the slightly cold night as the smell of nature slammed into me.
"So you sleep outside?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty much." Brendan said.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Because, look." he pointed his index finger towards something.
I looked at the scenery, I gasped.
Down at least thirty feet away from the balcony, was a forest and mountains far behind it. Between the mountains was the moon, full and looking beautiful as ever.
"That's beautiful." I whispered.
"It gets better." Brendan pulled something out his pocket that kind of looked like a flute or a whistle.
He blew into it.
The sound was magnificent! It was like a beautiful melody that would put you into a deep sleep.
Then howls filled the night as they went into chorus with the flute.
It sounded peaceful.
Brendan stopped blowing into the flute, the wolves' howls instantly dying.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked angrily.
"The wolves get tired howling eventually." he frowned, toying with the flute in his hands.
"Right..." I said.
"Was that wolf call?" I asked.
"You can say that..." he trailed off.
"Ready to go to sleep?" Brendan asked.
"Yeah, you can go get some blankets and a couple pillows if you're sleeping out here." I said.
He laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the forest.
"You don't need any blankets or pillows, you can just sleep on the balcony." nhe chuckled.
"Isn't it dirty...?"
"Nope, it's clean."
"Okay..." I said as I lay down on the cold balcony.
"It's a little cold, and uncomfortable." I told Brendan.
"You get used to it."
"Okay... night." I said as I closed my eyes, trying not to think about horrible back pains the next morning.
He didn't reply, he just walked inside as it started pouring rain.
Well, this is great.
Probably an hour passed, no sleep came.
For some reason, I felt my hair, expecting it to be soaking wet. It wasn't, it was perfectly dry.
On top of that, instead of me lying down on a rock hard balcony, it felt like I was resting on a cloud.
I still couldn't sleep though.
Then wolves starting howling, I smiled.
It wasn't long before I was asleep with a weird pain in my wrist.
I woke up on the balcony, feeling a little lightheaded. And a little weird, but whatever.
I felt my back, no back pains!
My stomach growled. Hungry.
I got up from the balcony and stumbled, falling over the railing backwards. I was three stories up from the ground. I was about to let out a scream when someone grabbed my ankle.
They pulled me back up.
So the next thing I know I'm sobbing into the muscley chest.
I looked up.
Brendan was sprawled out on the balcony with me on top of him.
"Uh...sure." I plucked the tissue out of his hand.
I blew my nose with an embarrassingly loud noise.
"Thanks." I muttered as I got up off of him.
I looked around, realizing it was still dark out.
"I haven't been asleep long," I said, "Have I?"
"Yes, you've been slept through the whole day." Brendan replied.
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
"Yep." he smiled warmly at me.
I pretended I didn't see it. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Four a.m." he frowned.
"Guess I'll get ready for school." I sighed.
"Don't like school?" Brendan asked.
"No not really." I told him.
I ended the conversation by walking down to the bathroom.
I dried my hair in the bathroom, wearing the clothes I had on the night before. Yeah I know, GROSS!
"Hey do you want me to-"
"What are you doing Brendan?" I shrieked.
"Um, ok ow." Brendan covered one of his ears with his hand.
"Why?" I asked.
"What, it's not like you were naked." he said.
"What if I was?" I asked.
"I would throw up." Anthony interrupted Brendan.
Brendan and I just looked at him.
"What? No hard feelings, you have the perfect figure, but I'm gay, so I would probably throw up." Anthony explained.
"Did you ever hear of the story when I saw Twilight Breaking Dawn, and I saw Bella giving birth to Renesmee?" I asked Anthony.
"I saw that movie too! Edward was so beautiful!" Anthony practically screeched.
"OOWW!" Brendan shouted.
I ignored him, "That was when
threw up. It was disgusting. But I loved the ending." I walked towards the kitchen, pushing past Anthony and Brendan. They followed.
"I'd like to void having an ear infections today." Brendan told us.
"Whatever." I grumbled, picking up an apple from Brendan's fruit basket and biting into it.
"How come it's always when I ask you for some food, you say no? Because Moon didn't even ask you, and you just ignored her." Anthony asked.
"Shut up." Brendan said.
"I'm ready to leave." I told them.
"For what?" Anthony asked.
"School." Brendan answered for me.
"Let's go." I said as I threw away the apple core in the trash.
Okay, so we ended up stopping by my house to get my things and so I can change clothes. (Thank god!)
I changed into some jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt.
Before I left my house, I made sure I had my Twilight Breaking Dawn part 1 soundtrack. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, that I must be totally obsessed with Twilight. Well I'm kind of not. I am a fan, but I'm not a psycho fan. I've read the books and saw almost all the movies, but I'm not a psycho. Well, I did have all the Twilight books in my Library, and have almost all the dvds, but it's for a good reason! Ok, I had almost all the soundtracks because they're one of the best parts of Twilight, the soundtracks are awesome!
I closed the door behind me and quickly walked towards Brendan's black four door jeep.
I jumped in the passenger side and slammed the door behind.
Brendan sped off towards the school.
"Mind if we listen to something?" I asked as I was already slipping the cd in the stereo system.
"I don't care." Brendan answered.
I pressed the play button.
The first song on the cd was 'Endtapes' by 'The Joy Formidable.'
Brendan raised his eyebrows.
"What?" I asked.
He just smirked.
I ended up going to first period that morning, not paying attention to anything around me as I took my seat in the classroom.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of brown eyes watching me.
I quickly snapped in attention.
It was Drew, he was gloriously on the other side of the room far from my seat.