The Fiche List

Chapter Eleven

You're all still silent readers... *hint hint* =D 

This part's short but sweet, and maybe just maybe might startle you enough to actually leave comments *shock horror!* As you can probably tell, I update irregularly, but that would be because I happen to be writing lots at the moment and want to give it to you all immediately, because I'm just that awesome hehe, rather than witholding it for a couple days. If I've got it, I want to share it. Inevitably this means I go stretches without posting anything, but hey, on a streak like this, don't you like it? ;) Happy reading!

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    Later, when we'd cleared everything away and had made our way back to the treehouse, I swore the temperature rose several degrees when the situation of where everybody (meaning Tristan) would be sleeping exactly became apparent. The space really wasn't big enough for five people to stretch out comfortably with an acceptable distance between our bodies, so we were going to be crammed in like sardines or life-sized tin soldiers. With Lea and Sean practically one person on one side, Jase settling on the opposite side, Tristan and I were left side by side in the middle. My idea of how we'd go about this was one hundred percent different from his plan. I stretched out head to toe with Lea (knowing I needed my head to be as far from hers as possible if I didn't want to have an earful of their cheesy banter and kissing noises which I knew would pick up at some point), expecting him to do the same with me (and lie parallel with Jase) but he didn't even hesitate to instead lie parallel with me. 

Just great. 

I rolled on my side so my back was to him and tried not to dwell on how I was going to fall asleep with him so close to me. I was kind of freaking out (and of course, by 'kind of' I was totally freaking out), but was choosing to enlist my terrible acting skills and pretend I wasn't. Thankfully, acting wasn't a career path I wanted to take, so I didn't have to worry about fooling anyone. I wasn't even doing a good job of fooling myself. I sighed. It was going to be a long night. 

My method of entertaining myself (or distracting myself, whichever way you preferred to look at it) apparently involved the most random narrative about what I would do if I could run on rainbows. Of course, I'd play around on them and use them to get myself places the way the crow flies, and then I'd actually find the pot of gold and distribute it to everyone who needed some, after which I'd climb through the tiny door beneath the pot and allow myself to be led down the tunnel by a Leprechaun named Shane (I don't know where Shane came from, it didn't even sound Irish) and we'd emerge into this fairy world and go skipping through their iridescent world (which was really our world from a microscopic perspective) and go on all these adventures which involved me being named their long-awaited Rainbow Queen who would save them all with her rainbow-taming abilities (I know right?); but just as I was getting into it (meaning it was actually serving its purpose), I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, and just like that, all Rainbow Queen adventures disappeared like a shadow from the light. Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I rolled over and looked at Tristan. 

Oh god. 

His deep hazel globes were already locked on me, and instantly I found myself getting lost in their intensity. I would say I felt like I was drowning, but I've never actually experienced that particular experience, so I wouldn't really know if feeling overwhelming powerless, defenceless and vulnerable is what drowning even feels like. Put it like that, I probably felt more like a defeated animal than a drowning human being. Not exactly what I wanted to be feeling like. 

He finally spoke— after what felt like a lifetime, though, again, I've not lived a whole lifetime so I'm not an expert on that either; then again, if I died tomorrow, my eighteen years would be my lifetime, so technically I can say that after all— and his single word (thankfully) possessed the power to stop my blundering train of thought. It was driving me a little crazy just thinking it.