New Moon Rising

Growing up in Dark Moon was a struggle for me not because i was only half werewolf but because i was also half witch. Everyone hated me, stayed away from me, or pitied me. It was something i didn't need. So when i got out i was happy. I promised myself i would never go back. I wouldn't let anyone else make me feel like i was less than trash anymore. My freedom didn't last as long as i hoped though

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3. Sparks fly

Sleep didn’t come easily I slept restlessly through the night and by the time eight o’ clock came I didn’t want to get up. I listened as James got up, the sound of the door closing softly, and his quite footsteps going down the stairs. No doubt he was trying to give me as much rest as possible; it was nice of him to think of me but I wasn’t going back to sleep. I lay still and listened to him move around in my kitchen making coffee; soon the smell would waft up to my room and I would be forced to really get up. I stretched in my bed and then threw the covers from my legs; the cold air making me want to crawl back under. I slipped on my house shoes and made my way out of my bedroom and to the bathroom down the hall. I looked in the mirror, my hair was a disaster sticking out all over the place. I took a hair band from the sink and pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail. I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out my toothbrush and toothpaste; spreading some along the bristles of the toothbrush. I clicked the vibrate button and began brushing, I was a messy brusher. Toothpaste goo would be all over my mouth, which made me wonder how people in the commercials never had a spot on them. I spit in the sink and rinsed my mouth out, I washed my face and left the bathroom. I went back to my room to change into something to wear, I opted for some black yoga pants and a purple tank top. I was to lazy to wear real pants, it was easier just to buy yoga pants it wasn’t like I went out a lot in the first place. There was the smell of coffee I made my way to the kitchen and found James shirtless again. My god did he never have on a shirt I already know how much of a hot body he had. Even if I did know my breath always caught in my throat and heart always beat faster when I saw him.

“Hey you’re awake.”

“It’s not like I really slept in the first place.”

I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the island. He slid me a cup of coffee already sweetened how I liked it, with international delight French vanilla creamer and a teaspoon of sugar. I smiled up at him and closed my eyes and smelled the coffee. Delicious. I opened my eyes only to find him smiling down at me, I had to resist the urge to lean up and kiss him. When he was around me it felt comfortable I didn’t like it, I picked up my coffee cup and drank some of the hot liquid. It warmed me going down my throat and it tasted heavenly.

“I’m going to make some eggs, toast and sausage. Afterwards I’ll get dressed and we can leave.”

“I’ll start cooking if you just want to go get ready.” I said setting down my coffee cup.

“Ok. I already have some stuff out on the stove.”

He kissed my cheek and made his way up the stairs, my heart momentarily skipped a beat. There goes my heart again I thought as I made my way over to the stove. Instead of scrambled eggs I wanted and omlette. I cracked seven eggs and separated the yoke from the egg whites. I set the bowl to the side and put the sausage in the skillet on the stove. I grabbed some frozen pre-mixed onions and peppers and such and added them to the skillet; as well as some mushrooms, salt, pepper, and a little bit of garlic. When that was done I poured it into a bowl and set it to the side. I put some butter in the same skillet and let it me before puring half of the egg whites into the skillet. I poured some of the meat vegetable mix on the omlette, and flipped it. When that one was done I did the same thing with the remaining food. I put some whole grain bread in the toaster, and while I was waiting for that I cleaned up the mess I had made. James walked in the kitchen as soon as the toast popped up.

“Well something smells delicious in here. And here I thought you couldn’t cook.” he said taking a seat in chair I had previously been sitting in.

“Ha ha ha, I never said I couldn’t cook I just don’t like to it takes forever.”

He smiled and shook his head at me, I made plates and brought them over to the island to eat at. We ate in silence I cut sections of my omelette off and ate it while taking bites with my toast. He on the other hand just folded the edges of the omelette and made a sandwich with the toast. I was still eating when he finished, he went over to the sink and washed his plate. He refilled his cup up with coffee and drank it. Washing the cup out once he was done. I took a drink of my own coffee it was lukewarm now and even more delicious.

“That was pretty good I thought it might taste aweful.” he said with a laugh.

“Oh you’re so funny I may not be a connoisseur like you at cooking, but I know my way around the kitchen.”

I went over to the sink in an attempt to wash my dishes but he grabbed them from me and washed them himself.

“I’ll believe that when you cook more than breakfast.”

We finished cleaning and headed out the door; I had my keys in hand and was heading to my car when James cleared his throat.

“We’re going in my truck.”

“The hell we are.” I replied angrily.

“I’m not just going to leave my car sitting out for and indefinite amount of time.”

“So put it in the garage.”

I stared angrily up at him for a few moments before sighing angrily in defeat. I knew when to choose my battles and this was one I wasn’t going to win.

“Fine.”

I got in my car and clicked the button for the garage to open. I pulled my car in and killed the ignition. I grabbed my ipod from the docking station and got out. I hit the garage button on my keys and silently got into James’ truck. He pulled out of my driveway and just like that I was headed to the one place I didn’t want to go back to.

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