The Boy On The Bus - Chapter 8
This is a short one, but it's just to determine what happens next in the novella.
Through the tiny crack in-between the two wooden doors of the wardrobe, I saw Nick leap onto the bed and pull out a book entitled "The Little Mermaid By Hans Christian Anderson". I detected the irony in a second. I could hear faint thumps from Matt stomping up the stairs and a second later, he opened the door and walked in.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Nick sighed, lifting his head ever so slightly.
"I'm faintly familiar to the concept," Matt replied walking over and snatching the book out of Nick's hands. "Ugh. He got it all wrong." He exclaimed in disgust, thrusting it back at Nick.
"He sure did..." Nick chuckled nervously, carefully placing a long blue bookmark onto his page, closing the red cover and propping it up on a small table next to the bed.
Matt slowly walked past the wardrobe, centimeters away from my body. His stunningly light gray eyes sparkled as he walked past.
"So..." Matt grunted, lounging on a large bean-bag chair in the very corner of the room, which I hadn't noticed before. "How are things going with that human?"
"The world is full of humans." Nick explained, softly, sitting up.
"And that is why you have to be careful." said Matt.
Nick looked up. Matt carried on.
"Get too close to a human and they might find out. Do you want to end up in a glass case?"
"Why on earth would I end up in a glass case?"
"Museums. It's not normal to have gills. Who knows what would happen if any human finds out about us?" Matt exclaimed, as Nick brushed a lock of his curly brown hair to the side and stroked some faint dents in the side of his neck. His gills. My eyes widened in curiosity.
"Very observant of you, Siarc." Nick growled.
Matt ignored him.
"The girl. Where is she?" Matt asked.
Nick shrugged casually. "Could be anywhere. I dunno, it's a Saturday. What do girls do on Saturdays? Shopping? Bowling?"
Matt tilted his head to one side.
"You've told her nothing?"
"Correct."
"Don't get too close to her," Matt warned, getting up from the beanbag and walking towards Nick."Or you'll find yourselves further apart than ever before. If the only way to keep her from finding out is to kill her... Then so be it."
He walked out of the room, and stomped down the stairs.
"I'll be at the pub!" Matt shouted, slamming the door behind him.
Just then, Nick walked calmly over to the doors of the wardrobe, where I was hiding, and opened them to find me crouched down my eyes wide open. I carefully stepped out and stood up.
"I don't know about you Marins, but I'm not immortal. Once he kills me, that's it. Dead."
"He won't kill you." Nick raised his hand to brush away a tear that was creeping down my cheek, then pulled me into his arms.
"I won't let that happen." He whispered stroking my hair.
Little did we see the sparkling gray eyes that were hidden in the shadows of the tree, outside the window.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Nick sighed, lifting his head ever so slightly.
"I'm faintly familiar to the concept," Matt replied walking over and snatching the book out of Nick's hands. "Ugh. He got it all wrong." He exclaimed in disgust, thrusting it back at Nick.
"He sure did..." Nick chuckled nervously, carefully placing a long blue bookmark onto his page, closing the red cover and propping it up on a small table next to the bed.
Matt slowly walked past the wardrobe, centimeters away from my body. His stunningly light gray eyes sparkled as he walked past.
"So..." Matt grunted, lounging on a large bean-bag chair in the very corner of the room, which I hadn't noticed before. "How are things going with that human?"
"The world is full of humans." Nick explained, softly, sitting up.
"And that is why you have to be careful." said Matt.
Nick looked up. Matt carried on.
"Get too close to a human and they might find out. Do you want to end up in a glass case?"
"Why on earth would I end up in a glass case?"
"Museums. It's not normal to have gills. Who knows what would happen if any human finds out about us?" Matt exclaimed, as Nick brushed a lock of his curly brown hair to the side and stroked some faint dents in the side of his neck. His gills. My eyes widened in curiosity.
"Very observant of you, Siarc." Nick growled.
Matt ignored him.
"The girl. Where is she?" Matt asked.
Nick shrugged casually. "Could be anywhere. I dunno, it's a Saturday. What do girls do on Saturdays? Shopping? Bowling?"
Matt tilted his head to one side.
"You've told her nothing?"
"Correct."
"Don't get too close to her," Matt warned, getting up from the beanbag and walking towards Nick."Or you'll find yourselves further apart than ever before. If the only way to keep her from finding out is to kill her... Then so be it."
He walked out of the room, and stomped down the stairs.
"I'll be at the pub!" Matt shouted, slamming the door behind him.
Just then, Nick walked calmly over to the doors of the wardrobe, where I was hiding, and opened them to find me crouched down my eyes wide open. I carefully stepped out and stood up.
"I don't know about you Marins, but I'm not immortal. Once he kills me, that's it. Dead."
"He won't kill you." Nick raised his hand to brush away a tear that was creeping down my cheek, then pulled me into his arms.
"I won't let that happen." He whispered stroking my hair.
Little did we see the sparkling gray eyes that were hidden in the shadows of the tree, outside the window.
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