Perfection Deception

The Vague Details

"What the hell are you doing here?" Emme shouted. She was immensely annoyed at the boy standing in front of her.

He had switched the immaculate suit for something more casual: an army green t-shirt with jeans. Other than that, he was pretty much the same as she remembered him. His hair was untidier than ever, but what really pissed her off was that his eyes were the same exact color as the trees surrounding them. I really can't blame Scarlette for falling for him, she thought.

He caught her eye, and raised an eyebrow. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo now. Fantastic.

"The real question is, what are you doing here?" he smirked.

"Oh, I don't know, it's not like I live here," she said sarcastically.

"Alright, alright, don't break out your weapons just yet," he said, a cold glint in his impossibly green eyes. "I"m here for a reason."

It better be a damn good reason. "And what might that reason be?" she asked in a falsely sweet tone.

"My father wants to meet you," Marvel said.

Emme stared at him incredulously for about thirty seconds. She knew her mouth was hanging open, but she couldn't bring herself to close it.

"What do you mean, 'my father wants to meet you'. I'm not, like, your girlfriend or anything. How does he even know I exist? Why would he want to meet me? I'm nobody," she stammered. She looked up and saw that Marvel had moved closer. He was no longer on the opposite side of the pond; he was much closer now, close enough that she could see a strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes, she could touch it if she wanted to. . .

"Oh no, you're not nobody," he said, shocking her out of her trance.

At first she thought he was bluffing, but one look in his eyes said all. It was like someone peeled back the hard, protective layer that prevented anyone from seeing his emotions and exposed him. She saw that his confusion mirrored her own; his father had probably sent him to fetch Emme and hadn't told him the reason, just like her mother never told her that she had a sister.

She felt a sudden burst of rage, directed at Marvel's father. "He didn't tell you why, did he?"

Marvel's eyes darted to the ground, and he hung his head. "I didn't think so," Emme declared, and then made her decision, partly because she was still kindling a small flame of rage towards her mother. "I'll go with you," she said after a while.

His head snapped up, and she saw that he had rebuilt the barrier in his eyes, separating his thoughts from the outside world. "Are you serious? You'll really meet my father?"

Emme hesitated, and then thought about facing her mother at home. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

"Thank you," he said. Her eyes widened: he didn't strike her as the kind of person who ever said 'thank you'. Then she saw a tiny flash of relief in his eyes, and knew she had made the right decision.

Emme then had a thought. "Will there be food?" she asked.

He laughed. "Sure, if you want there to be."

She was very confused by this. What did he mean?

He looked at the sun, and then at her. "If we want to get there before the party, we have to leave now."

"How are we going to get there?" she asked.

"You'll see."

"And what did you mean by 'party'?"

"You'll see," he said again, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Will you every give me a straightforward answer?" she asked, getting annoyed.

"You'll see."

Emme hadn't realized how close Marvel had gotten in such a short period of time. She was so close that she could see every color in his magnificent eyes, all of the different greens and small flecks of blues and even violet, but not even a sparkle of brown.

She stepped back, and turned towards the exit, feeling her large red curls bounce against her back. She only heard her footsteps, though, and when she stopped at the tree that marked the entrance/exit, she turned again, this time to face Marvel. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to the punch.

"Where are you going?" he asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"The exit," she said, in the same tone she would use to address a baby. "You see, that's where you leave."

He laughed, and she frowned. The exit was the only way out, so how. . .

"No, no," he said. "We're going a different way."

And in three large strides, he caught up to her and grabbed her hand. She felt something cold and smooth in his palm, like some sort of rock. She had no time to pull away, though, because she was yanked off her feet by some invisible force, and next thing she knew, she was spinning in a world of darkness.
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Alright, so I'm kind of not sorry about the book torture. I know this chapter was a bit slow (all dialogue- I needed to build story, okay?) but I PROMISE that next chapter will be plenty stuffed with goodies. . . I guess that's all for now. Thanks for reading this far, and vote if you like it!! Have a good night :)

xoxo Viv