Okay guys, about this chappie:
This is going to be some major switches between Cole’s and Mignight’s POV, so pay attention.
Also, on a completely different note, my friend and I have started a new Wattpad account: sugarymundays.
Our story is My Dying Love...it’s a sad story, so if you don’t like those....YOU SHOULD STILL READ IT :D :D
Okay,okay, let’s go to the story....
I watched Middie’s figure disappear in the surrounding trees and as she sprinted away. Millions of thoughts were racing through my brain: What just happened? How did she find me?
Why did she run away?
Okay, I’ll admit it. when I saw her so close to me, my instincts took over, and yes, I was going to kiss her. I can’t help it! Her lips were just so damn kissable...
Okay, yeah, I am whipped.
Taking a deep breath, I splashed my face with the pond water where she had stuck her bruised feet into and walked back into the “house.” I went to the stove and pulled out the frozen canned soup and poured it into the jug, putting it over the stove. Whistling, I quickly changed into my awesome Buzz Lightyear pajamas and moved to my cluttered desk, gulping down some sickly cold coffee.
“Cole!!! Cole Howard!!!”
Ugh. My mom was home, evidently drunk. Why she came here was beyond me, I mean, she owned a mansion that she had kicked me out of.
Oh, well. Let’s just get this over with.
“C-cole...,” she stuttered, her eyes rolling back. “Mommy wants a hug...” She raised her arms to the sky, which made her look like a loony monkey.
“No, Mom, what you want is some pain killers and sleep. Come on,” I said, dragging her inside.
“No!” She yelled. “I don’t want to sleep! No!”
Ignoring her protests and her painful kicks on my shins, I grabbed some pain killers and took out two tablets with a glass of water. “Mom, have this.”
“No! What is it? What-”
Okay, she made me do this the hard way. I thrust the tablet into her mouth, then up capped the bottle and sloshed it down her face. She coughed and sputtered like an idiot, then began yelling again.
“What in the name of fu-”
“Mom! Time to sleep....”
“No...” her eyelids drooped. “Mommy....wants....to drink...”
I began singing the only lullaby that I knew, the one from the movie Tangled. I know, girly.
Flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine...
Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fates designed,
Save what has been lost,
Bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine....
I stopped, staring down at her, now sleeping, face. Thank god. I didn’t want to sing more unless absolutely necessary. I gathered her up into my arms and plopped her onto MY bed, yes MY bed. I guess I would have to stick with sleeping on the floor tonight.
I finished the remaining work that was on my table -- mostly bills I had to pay off and stuff -- and laid my head on the cold floor. Sigh. Tonight was going to be long. I would definitely have back pains tomorrow.
WHY CAN’T I JUST SLEEP.
I had been asking myself that for the last three hours and it still didn’t help. I was stuck in bed with nothing to do. God.
A crazy thought entered my head. Sure, I told myself. Why not.
I slowly crept out of bed, still wearing my lilac colored nightie that trailed behind me. I tip toed to my window, clambered over the ledge, and jumped.
You can tell where I’m going from here, can’t you?
I retraced my steps back to his house. I was startled to hear cries coming from the windows, I crept next to one of them and peeked in.
A woman, obviously drunk, was crying her freaking head off, while Cole was tossing and turning on the floor, trying to sleep.
What I did then was possibly the most stupid and irresponsible thing I have ever done.
Using my awesome stealth ninja powers, I creeped inside the house and went up to the woman who was on Cole’s bed. I placed one fingertip on her forehead and cupped my other hand on her mouth. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and whispered:
“Through stormy days and chilly nights,
When nightmares come and fright,
To the winds of change I shall control,
And sleep you will, soon be home.”
The finger on her forehead glowed, and her eyelids slowly dropped, her mouth becoming slack under my hand. Satisfied, I let her go and let her continue snoring.
I stepped up to Cole, memorizing his face. He looked so calm, so vulnerable, with his dark hair disheveled and falling across his closed eyes, his lids a pale pink-purple. His lips were slightly open, and he was snoring softly.
He was sleeping on the floor, that’s not cool, I thought.
Without thinking twice, I decided. I looked around, finally spotting his backpack and lunchbox near his little portable stove. I slung on his backpack and picked up his box, then turned towards him, touching his hand.
Home, I thought.
The energy around us buzzed. It enveloped us in a warm, comforting sphere, then lifted us up from the ground and began to move, slowly at first, but then picking up pace.
It zoomed through the forest and bobbed up to my window, where I carefully stepped out and lugged Cole in with me. Surprisingly, he didn’t wake up. I tried to, as carefully as possible, to place him on his bed, with lots of grunting and soft groans. Finally, he was curled up underneath my sheets.
I smiled, clambering in beside him, turning so my back faced him. Sleep suddenly overtook me, dominating my consciousness. I yawned softly and let my eyes close.