Intertwining Stories

Chapter 9

--- Nora's POV (after Rose left her car) ---

Rose. Rose Pierce. One thing is for sure, you, you are something else. We have not known each other for long and I know very little of you. So, why is it that, in such a short amount of time, you have managed to draw me to you ? How can you attract me so much ? How can your touch, as light and delicate as it can be, make my heart beat so much faster yet make me relax as if I melted in your embrace ? You made me feel things I have not felt for quite some time now, and if I was being honest, it scares me, hell, it terrifies me. I always had that habit of getting attached to fast, which never ended well for me. That is why, over the last couple of years, I started putting up a wall, a facade behind which I hid, but you somehow managed to break it down with a single stare, with a single word, with a single laugh. God, that laugh. A melody made by the angels themselves. So heavenly and melodic. The kind of laugh one could never get tired of hearing. I would do anything to hear it, I could say the stupidest jokes in hopes of you laughing at them. If I had to use one word to describe you, I would not say perfect, because no one is perfect, I would say "unique". You have something that makes you different from the rest, that makes you unique but, for some reason, I can not seem to put my finger on it, not yet. I can not wait to get to know you better and to be able to learn more about that heart of gold of yours. It was too early to know if it was love or just attraction, only time will tell.
(A/N : I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO CLICHE !!!)

As I drove back home, the music was still loud but the car was quieter now that she and her friends were not here anymore. One song came and was slower than the rest and my mind focused on the lyrics. "Is it too much or too fast or two forward ? Should I step back and pretend I don't feel this way ?". The melody was sweet and calm, the lyrics were beautiful. I always found love song really pretty, they spoke feelings we could not express, most of time, because we either could not find words powerful enough to describe those feelings or because we simply were at lack of words. As time went by, I got lost in the music, letting myself drift away with it. Time seemed to fly by and before I knew it, I was home, in my grandmother's driveway. She stayed home today and me and my brother took care of the library, to make sure everything was in order and put new books on the shelves. I parked my car next to hers, luckily she had a large driveway that could fit three cars, even though my brother usually prefered to park his in the garage. I took my keys and my stuffs and headed to the door that I unlocked. The door was always locked when my grandma was alone.

"Hi, Granny, I'm back !
- Hello, darling, you are back early, aren't you ?
- Yeah, I had to leave the library and thought it was useless to go back there for 30 minutes.
- You are right. Totally useless. Plus, your brother closed it shortly after you left. There were not many people anyways.
- Oh, Ethan is here ?
- Yes ! I am in the kitchen ! he yelled from there to make his presence aknowledged.
- Why am I not surprised ?" I mumbled to myself.

I went to the kitchen to find him, sitting on the counter while eating an apple.

"Well, hello, hello.
- Hi ? You are acting kind of suspicious... I said, raising an eyebrow.
- I saw you have made new friends, he looked at his apple and then up at me, also raising an eyebrow. My litlle sister is making friends ? I am so proud of you !
- Oh shut up ! I hit him in the shoulder as a joke and he laughed.
- HEY ! Are you blushing ?!
- What ? No ! Of course not !
- Yes , yes you are missy ! Which one is it ? The taller or smaller one ?
- I don't know what you're talking about !
- Hey, don't lie ! You know exactly what I am talking about. C'mon ! We've always told each other everything !
- Ugh, fine !" rolled my eyes but finally started opening up.

Truth is, I want someone who I could talk to about this and I didn't like keeping things from him. We have always been extremely close and not talking to him about that would not feel right.