Yes...my long awaited chapter! By Marie-chan, anyway. I don't know about the rest of you. Anyway, if you actually read this, COMMENT. scream My journal is lonely because I get 10 reads and 1 comment! COMMENT, GOSH DARN IT! It's not hard! .........Are you people doing this on purpose?! To see me suffer?! It's true! You are! You are! WHHYYYYYY?!?!?!?!
I was reading in my room when an excited Caddie barged in, and jumped onto my bed.
“Caddie, I am trying to read,” I said, not looking up from my book. She snatched it from my hands and tossed it to the other side of the room. I glared up at her, annoyed. It looked as if someone super-glued a silly, excited grin to Caddie’s face. She was unintimidated by my icy glares.
“Nami, stop making such ugly faces and tell me what happened last night!” she exclaimed.
“Nothing. Now go away,” I demanded, getting up to get my book. Caddie frowned.
“Something happened. You didn’t come home until midnight, Cinderella.” Midnight? I asked myself. I’d have to talk to Alek about that. “And you’re lucky Mom and Dad weren’t pissed about it. I guess they knew what was going on. Or Alek explained it all to them,” Caddie was saying. I looked back at her.
“So you don’t know anything,” I flatly said. Caddie shook her head.
“Nothing outside of you and Yasuo being royalty,” she replied.
“Let’s keep it that way for now. I’m going to get in the shower.” I put my book back on the shelf and left the room.
“You already took a shower today!” Caddie called after me.
“What’s wrong with wanting to be clean?” I shouted back, stopping at the linen closest to get a towel and a washcloth. I then went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. (And then the obvious happens…voila.)
I was walking back to my room when I heard giggling coming from Caddie’s. Unfortunately, her room was next to mine, which meant that I had to walk by it. And I didn’t want to, judging from the amount of giggling coming from Caddie. I sighed, bracing myself for the inevitable.
“Hey, Nami.” I briefly glanced into Nami’s room to see none other than Derick. Wow, I should’ve known. But now I know why Caddie was giggling so much. She was sitting in his lap, and who knows what they were doing before I walked by. I gave Derick a quick wave before going to my own room. I closed the door and there stood Alek.
“You have an impressive collection of books, Nami,” he said. Did he not notice that I was standing in a towel?!
“Out. Now,” I hissed, gripping my towel closer to my body.
“Alright, alright! Don’t PMS on me, I’m leaving!” PMSing? Me? Never. You’d be upset if you walked into your room and someone was invading it, right? I slammed the door after Alek left.
“Stupid magician. Stupid vampire. Invading my room. Who let him in, anyway?” I mumbled to myself as I pulled clothes out of my dresser. A pair of black skinny jeans and a red fitted tank top. Nothing special. I don’t usually have plans on Saturdays. But with Alek around, that’s bound to change. Sure enough, as I walked into the sitting room, Alek asked, “Hey, Nami. What are your plans for today?” I glared at him.
“I don’t have any,” I replied coldly.
“Oh, and Caddie let me in. Because I know you were wondering. Where are your parents and brothers, by the way?” I went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the counter.
“They went to see a movie,” I said. I could feel Alek grinning at me from the sitting room. His eyes were burning holes in my back. As expected, when I turned around, he had that ‘let’s-go-do-something’ grin on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“No, Alek. Whatever you want me to do, no,” I said. Alek pouted. I could see his lip ring glinting in the light. His brown eyes pleaded, silently begging me to change my mind.
“C’mon, Nami! You don’t even know what I’m thinking!” he protested. I shook my head, biting into the apple.
“Nami, please? I wanna show you something! Please?” Alek whined.
“No! Last night, you ‘showed me something’, and I ended up being on a cloud! And what is up with me coming home at midnight?”
“You can’t say you didn’t like it,” he countered. I sighed, defeated. It was true. The view was simply amazing. I wouldn’t mind going again.
“Trust me, Nami. It’s not the same the second time. It’s like going to Disneyland over and over,” Alek said, interrupting my thoughts. I sighed again.
“What’ve you got in mind, Alek?” He grinned.
We were in some cave. Under a waterfall. Who knows where we were. Alek did, of course, but I didn’t. We may have been under Niagara Falls, or some waterfall in Australia. I didn’t even care. It was breathtaking. I don’t even think breathtaking is a good enough adjective to describe what I was feeling. This is truly one of those moments I can call indescribable.
“Wow…just, wow,” I breathed.
“I knew you’d like it,” Alek said, sitting on a large rock. I turned to look at him.
“Alek…this is beyond words. I can’t even to describe how I’m feeling right now.” He smiled. An actual smile, not one of his big, goofy grins. It was rather cute, I should say. I smiled back.
“Okay, Nami. I’ve got questions that I want you to answer,” he said. I sat on a rock next to the one Alek sat on.
“Alright. Shoot.”
Although Alek already knew pretty much everything about me, with him being my bodyguard and all, he wanted for me to be the one to tell him. Everything from my favorite color (I don’t have one), to who my favorite sibling was (Yasuo, of course. We look alike.), to why I don’t tell people what my last name.
“Do you even know my last name?” I asked.
“Silvers. Nami Renée Silvers. Although your middle name doesn’t exactly match the theme with your first name. You have to remember, Nami, I know almost everything about you. Except why you don’t tell people your last name. It must’ve been something that happened when I lost touch with you…” The last part was more to himself than to me.
“You really want to know?” I asked. Alek nodded, and I sighed, looking down at my hands. Here goes nothin’, I thought.
“I don’t tell people my last name because of stalkers. If people know what my last name is, then it’s more likely for me to be followed around.” I looked up at Alek, and his eyes silently prodded me to go on, to further explain. I took another deep breath before I started again.
“When I was younger, middle school young, guys would follow me home. Not just the boys from school, but their older brothers and other guys in high school. And I was harassed. I would tell my mom, and she’d complain to the school, and they’d suspend the boys. But then they came back, and it started all over again.” My mind relived memories, and I felt my eyes cloud over. There was something that I wasn’t telling Alek, something he didn’t need to know.
“Nami…you don’t have to go on,” Alek said quietly. I shook my head.
“No, I want to. It’s not everyday that I get to lift stuff of my chest like this,” I protested. Alek smiled.
“Oh, and feel free to ask questions at anytime. Or comment,” I added, and Alek nodded thoughtfully.
“How…how did you feel? I mean, I know that you were probably scared, but what else did you feel?” he asked.
“I felt…I felt so alone. With all the guys hitting on me, all of my friends abandoned me. Nobody wanted to be my friend, and all the girls accused me of stealing their boyfriends and crushes or whatever. I became “That Girl.” I stared down at my shaking hands clenched into tight fists on my lap. Alek laid his hand over mine, and I looked up at him.
“Nami. Please. It’s hurting me to see you hurt. I’m begging you, Nami. Please stop,” he said, and I saw that he truly meant it. For once, someone actually said something to me that they actually meant, and it’s what caused me to go over. I cried. I cried, and Alek hugged me to his chest, and I cried into his shirt.
I cried because I felt like I needed to, and it was something that I hadn’t done in some time.
I cried because Alek was different. And he cared enough to tear down the wall I worked so hard to build up.
I cried because I think that I love Alek.
And for once in my life…I was afraid to admit it.
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