A Year of Fragile Hearts

Chapter 2 | Save me, O' feared knight!

Chapter 2 | Save me, O' feared knight!

"When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny."

-Paulo Qoelho, from The Devil and Miss Prym

Listen to The Book of Love by Gavin James  

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The hazel eyes lock with mine for a brief second, which seemed to take way too long to end for my liking, then they settled on Molly's glaring ones. "Porch, you may proceed to explain what had gotten to your head at this hour." she says, a strictly piquant taste adding up to her voice with each word, and it sends shivers down my spine. "Oh, you know, sea breeze and salt kisses." is his reply, and I notice Ward trying so hard to keep himself from snickering- just like I am, actually.

"Well other than that." Molly demands with an exasperated sigh. It is awkwardly silent for a few minutes as Porch flops himself on one of the couches, though he doesn't seem to mind the awkwardness at all-more like enjoying himself as he purposely increases it. "Street fight." he says, and it sound a bit too casual to my ears.

Who has it casual to get into a street fight?

"Again?" Molly asks, her question sounding bored and more rhetorical than a normal question. Seems like Porch over here is used to picking fights and getting envolved in them as well. Porch inclines his head to the side with a stupid grin on his face. "Bored with me already?" he asks playfully. Molly just stares at him, and I bet she cannot find the words for a comeback that is not too offensive in front of Ward and I so she doesn't scar his big fat ego.

"Anyways," she says as she turns her head towards me, completely ignoring Porch (saying his last name is becoming way too annoying for me.) in the process. "what is up at the beach?" she asks, and really, it's a very common question in this small town. There's almost always something going on at the beach, whether it's a party or a competition or whatever - something is always up.

"I heard they're looking for safe gaurds down there." Ward answers thoughtfully, as is he's considering to try it out, but we both know he won't; not only that he cannot manage to let go of Frost Bite, but also it'll be then my quest and mission to suffocate the oxygen out of him.

"Really?"

Porch's voice takes me by surprise. It sounds genuienly interested, and so I get a sudden feeling of something bad about to be suggested.

"I could use some part time job this summer."

Yup, there it is.

My head automatically snaps in his direction. "I wouldn't recommend it." I find myself blurting in a rush. He looks at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is that so?" he asks, streching his words at a vexatious length for the crystal clear hope of teasing me.

What does he even want from me?

"Yeah, I mean, there's a lot of sand-it could get in your shoes and hair. Don't forget the water that is -as we all realize- is majorly poluted and you surely don't want to get sick, do you? Also, there's just so much saving people to do and it can become exhausting and annoying - you don't know how reckless people in this town could get. And-"

"And you don't want me around that coffee shop or in your sight because I make you nervous due to my marvelous attractiveness." he says, cutting in on me as I blabber on, only to provide such a silly, dumb and a ninety nine percent true reason as to why I don't want him there. It's not because he makes me nervous-it's because he seems to be Satan's very own spoiled child on Earth.