The Unconventional Escape

We always read books or see movies about vampires or werewolves.. etc. but never the fair folk. BUT the fairies you've known from the stories you've heard as a child are not what's really out there. The 16 year old fairy Amber finds out who she really is and struggles to get away with her unconventional forbidden feelings. READ! (NO SPOILERS) :)


14. Tinker Bell?!

         As soon as I woke up, I went to the kitchen and made myself a delicious breakfast, which is cereal in my opinion. I’ve been skipping breakfast for a week and I felt like I needed to eat and repower my body with fuel. I rushed the cereal in then stopped myself from eating the bowl as well. After that I called Kendra, chatted on the phone a little, and let her know what my plans were.

          Later, I changed into white short over-alls, a black shirt underneath with a big yellow ying-yang sign on it, and eye catching yellow Doc Martins. My parents don’t allow me to wear black at all because fairies should only wear pale colors or happy colors, and black isn’t either but since my parents weren’t in town I didn’t have to worry.

          I read the address one last time and portaled myself to the exact location using the pendant on my neck. Soon after, I was standing right in front of his two story home and I realized that each time I portal myself to the human world I find out what I’ve been missing. The house wasn’t like any house I’ve ever seen before in Speroworld as it was mainly made of burgundy colored bricks and big glass windows with polished white frames and cleanly cut green plants gracefully grown on each. I walked through the path way leading to the big white front door of the house and soon enough I was able to see the green grass on both sides spreading like a carpet. I clutched a little grass in my hand, sprinkled a little fairy dust and made some lilies grow in their backyard; it was just a little trick my teacher taught me on the last day before summer vacation began. I knocked on the front door and waited silently and tried to calm down the galloping horses in my chest. He held the door looking at me fondly then gestured for me to come in. I stepped into his house reluctantly then he closed the door and I followed him up the stairs and before we entered his room he paused and said “thank you for coming. I usually work in my room but if it makes you uncomfortable we can-”

“No! It’s fine. I really want to see your room, in an innocent way though heheh.” I interrupted. Then he opened the door and let me in.

          His room looked cozy even though it was as twice as wide as mine and unexpectedly neater. The walls of his bedroom were painted sandy beige but many posters of the avengers, superheroes, sketches, and comic quotes covered the walls in a unique neat way that makes you want to read every quote and examine every poster. He had a big creamy matt cappuccino colored round frilly carpet on the floor and right beside it in the corner was his desk which had a matching color only more shiny. On his desk, he had a pencil holder, a big seashell which I guess was there as a decoration, a Mac laptop and a notebook. And on top of his desk there were two shelves full of books and comics; he had all of The Mortal Instruments books and many John Green novels beside his Marvels.

 Everything seemed to be perfectly in order. Even his round sky blue bed was perfectly made as if it was ironed and the coffee cushions were smoothly tossed in the middle. As I stepped in a little more I was able to see the sky blue coffee table and the two uncomfortable looking chairs.  There were many sketches tossed on the table, and some even falling on the floor next to a beige wooden instrument with six different sized strings. It had a fat body and a lean long neck.

“So, do you like my room?” He asked from behind.

“It’s amazing really.” I said as I stared like a fool at the instrument I’ve never seen before.

“Haha, I’m glad you did! My mother made me clean it before you got here.”

“What’s that, I mean can I try it?” I asked trying to hide the fact that I had no idea what it was.

“You mean my guitar? Sure go ahead!” he said with a bright encouraging smile on his face.

A guitar; that’s what it’s called, I’ve heard of it from Kendra. It’s not my fault I don’t know many instruments. We fairies are only allowed to master the flute. They say it matches our high voices and naturally pure souls. I went to the guitar but was too afraid to touch it and wreck it so I asked him “can you play the guitar?”

“Haha yeah, I wouldn’t just own a guitar like that if I didn’t.” he said with confusion.

“Play something for me.” I said looking at him with demanding eyes.

          Without even hesitating, he held the guitar and soon enough the tips of his fingers were sweeping across the neck with ease creating a warm soft harmonic deep sound just like his voice. His voice was deep and full of emotions. If music had a taste it would be chocolate, if music had a sent it would be one thousand roses.

“Give me love like her,
'Cause lately I've been waking up alone..

All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love…

Maybe I should let you go…”

          When he first started singing, it was obvious that he was just having fun with the song but half way through he became more emotional to the point where he closed his eyes every now and then as he drowned in the amazing sound waves of the magical music he was producing. This alone was proof that not only fairies can perform magic. I didn’t interrupt him at all and when he was finished I said “that was the best thing I’ve ever heard. You’re voice is amazing! What’s that song?”

“Don’t you know it? It’s give me love by Ed Sheeran.” He said in a way that made me feel like I was supposed to know the song.

I took a moment then responded, “The red head! I know him yeah.” I said enthusiastically. He must’ve meant the singer I saw on that book in the music store.

He laughed at me, not mockingly, but in a friendly way.

          Even though I assumed he would make a great friend, I didn’t want to become friends with him because I decided to never see him again and I wanted to stick to the plan.

“So shall we get started?” I inquired.

“Yeah of course.” He said as he stopped holding my gaze. His fluttering eyes were amazing; his pupils just like coffee beans. Then I went and sat on the blue chair next to the coffee table and waited for him as he grabbed his drawing tools and came closer. I was able to sense that he was nervous and that he wanted to make the best impression so I tried to melt away the tension by saying “Green really suits you; makes your eyes pop.”

“Oh thank you, I would say yellow suits you but really I think everything would suit you just perfectly.” He said looking away from me.

“No not really. Not with my pink hair,” I said then added, “Where are your glasses?”

“The one’s you saw me wearing at the store? Fake.”

“You look good both ways.”

“Ha-ha sure,” he said sarcastically, “now I want you to stay still, I promise it won’t take too long. I’m just going to sketch you really fast.” He said as he started to draw down lines and curves on a piece of paper. The graphite pencil made a rubbing sound as he drew. Suddenly, he paused and looked at me then reached out with his right hand with the pencil between his fingers and tilted my head softly. I couldn’t help but smile. I must admit that I was actually enjoying the whole situation because I was looking right at him and every time he looked up from the paper to get another glance at me his eyes beamed with comfort and made my heart stop like no heart attack can. I tensed a little and he felt it, smiled slightly then continued to draw. After ten minutes of utter silence he put down his pencil and showed me the sketch. My eyes grew wider as I realized that he drew me just the way I look which only meant that he saw me as I am; pink hair with big obedient curls, pink nails and lips, pale skin and little freckles on my cheeks, wide purple eyes and a small nose, a tiny waste and a full bust.

“It’s really amazing. Can I keep it?”

“Erm I was going to use it for my comic but sure. I’ll photocopy it.”

“Thank you.” I replied and just as I was going to tell him that I had to leave because I didn’t want to want to stay, his mother knocked on the door and came in holding a rectangular box with ‘Papa John’s Pizza’ written on it.

“You got pizza? Great I’m starving.” He said eagerly.

“Act civil Kyle, you are allowed to eat in your room today because we have a young lady,” she said with a strong British accent glaring at him and then she turned to me and added “so, what’s your name?”

“My name’s amber, nice to meet you.”

“Lovely name. Are you from here?” she asked noticing my accent.

“No, I’m from.” I couldn’t tell her I was from Speroworld; that would only make them think I’m crazy, “I live in Canada but I’m just here for the summer because my dad has works here.”

“Oh wonderful, maybe Kyle can show you around the city. We have a lot of-“

Mom. We’re really busy.” He said trying to tell her indirectly to stop talking and leave.

As soon as she left Kyle put the box on the table and took a bite then tore a piece and handed it to me.

Thank god it was pizza, I’ve tasted pizza before so I knew what to expect. What was even better than the taste of the pizza was its smell. A fusion of vegetables, chicken, and cheese was dancing with my tong and kissing my taste buds.

“This is really good!” I said.

“Hahah I know!”

“So who am I going to be in your comic?”

“I don’t know yet, what do you suggest?” he said with his mouth full.

“A fairy!”

“A fairy? That’s the most random thing I’ve ever been told. Imagine if fairies really did exist?”

“Maybe they do you know.”

“Haha, all I know that you’d make a pretty good fairy.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment, cheers!” I said holding a slice of pizza and raising it. He laughed then we both dug in.

“Let’s get to know each other more.” I suggested.

          It was really weird that neither of us felt like stranger even if we practically were because he liked me I guessed, after all I am his definition of perfection, and I was enjoying this one day that I will never live again. I promised myself to stop seeing him after this so I might as well enjoy it.

“Ok, what do you want to know about me?” he asked.

“If you had a superpower what would it be?” I said as I looked at the comics on his shelf then back at him.

“Hmm, interesting question, I would say being invisible but I think I already am to many, so I’m going to say controlling time.”

“Don’t say that! You’re not invisible I can see you.” I snapped then hit his shoulder playfully.

“Oh I’m gonna get you after I finish this pizza!” he replied with a grin spreading from his right ear to his left hear.

          And so it was. He got up to catch me but I stopped time. Shit I couldn’t risk him finding about this; he would freak out even though he reads too many comics. I searched for the bathroom then went back to where I was before and played time again. He went after me as I headed to the bathroom and locked the door, but I wasn’t alone, he was with me. Both of us looked at each other, then burst out laughing till our stomachs hurt, then as I opened the tap to wash my hands he put his hands on top of mine and soon enough we started fighting humorously over who gets to wash their hands first. Then this little fight turned into a ‘little’ water fight and it took me a moment to realize that my shirt was soaked with water but I didn’t mind because this was one of those days where I was allowed to let go and unleash who I am completely. We all need a person to humiliate ourselves in front every once in a while.

“Oh god, I messed your shirt. I can lend you one of mine if you like.”

“No it’s ok.” I said then grabbed my shirt and changed my mind. “Actually that isn’t such a bad idea. But fast because I have to leave. ” 

 “Ok Let’s get out of here before my parents think we’re doing something.”

          I opened the door and tiptoed to his room then he followed me with a smile on his face. After that, he opened his closet and took out a black shirt with a batman logo on it. I think he chose it on propose because it had the same colors as my shirt, or what used to be a shirt before it got soaked in water. He tossed it towards me and I grabbed then walked to his closet which was basically a mirror from the outside. I took of my shirt and tossed it over his bed, then froze when I saw his expression. He just stared at me like he’d never seen a girl take of her clothes off before and that’s when I remembered that humans don’t think like the fair folk. I totally messed this up; I didn’t want him to assume I was that kind of girl so I put on the shirt he gave me really fast while I said “look away you little pervert!”

I hope that made up for what I did to him; I think he’s going to stay in shock forever. His shirt smelled like axe and smoke.

“Do you smoke?” I asked trying to pretend like I didn’t just take my shirt off in front of him two seconds ago.

“Occasionally, but yeah. It takes my mind off of shit and shortens my lifespan at the same time which is exactly what I’m trying to achieve.” He said with a pitiful voice then cracked a weary smile.

“You’re a great guy Kyle. I can sense that. Don’t let the world bring you down.” I said with a voice as warm and lovely as freshly baked bread.

He nodded. “Diamonds do not break, but they break others without getting scratched.”

“Huh?” I exclaimed.

“Nothing forget it. Do you want to know anything else about me before you leave?” he said looking at his watch.

“Do you believe in fairies? Spero fairies I mean.” I asked. There I said it; I said what was on my mind the whole time.

“I don’t know what on earth Spero fairies are, and I don’t know where on earth you heard about that, but my answer is.. I believe in everything unless proved otherwise. But I don’t think there is such thing as fairies. You mean like Tinker bell?”

“Tink? Seriously?! You read all those comics and you still refer to Tinker bell?” I laughed at him so hard then he joined me and it was all laughing once again.

          After that I went to his desk, looked at the sketch then decided to leave it there. He led me out to the front door and we said goodbye to each other.

“When can I see you again?” he said. His eyes were hopeless but in his pupils I saw my reflection and in my pupils in the reflection there was hope.

“When an elephant can pass through a needle’s whole.” I answered him with a sigh. And before he said another word, I rushed out of his house and portaled myself back leaving him to wonder what I meant and why I left like that.      

          Sometimes you have to leave without giving an explanation; not everything has to be explained. All that I was left with was his batman shirt, and the smell of pizza and axe. All that he was left with was his sketch of me and my soaked t-shirt which I left in propose as a bargain for what I will never return..

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