Wybie's POV
"But the thing is, Gramma, I-I've only known her for like two days! And I would hardly say know her, more like I've just met her!" I exlcaimed
"Wyborn, it doesn't matter how long you've known someone, love can occur at anytime. Love can brew at just first sight, and that's alright! You can love someone of whom you've known for years, month, days.. don't sweat over something you can't control." She reassured, her bony hand gently squeezed my shoulder.
"But.. is it really love at my age? Gramma, I'm 16. Relationships don't last long for kids my age" I replied, my face drooping with melancholy. She hummed quietly
"That's for time to tell, and time is unpredictable. Many relationships don't last for adults either, and it's not due to age, it's based on the situation. If you make this girl the happiest in the world, there is a slim chance she shall leave. Do you hope for a future with this girl?"
"I.. I think so, but I don't know if I love her! We just met and I hardly know her"
"We'll have to wait and see then, my boy. Bare in mind, love is confusing - it comes in all different shapes and sizes"
"Ha, thanks Gramma. You're the best"
"I know baby, is there anything else you need?"
"Nah. Oh, I found these dolls in your trunk and gave it to (Y/N) as a gift, I also gave one to-"
"I'm sorry Wyborn, my hearing's gotten a bit fuzzy. I thought you said you found some dolls in the trunk of the car and gifted it to (Y/N)!" She laughed softly with a light slap on her fragile knee
"As long as it wasn't my sister's doll, then that's fine" She said quietly, continuing to watch TV. Her eyes drooped with fatigue, so I didn't bother to tell her anymore. Hopefully the ones I picked up and gave away weren't my Great Aunt's.
Your POV
Coraline and I decided to meet the neighbors in the Pink Palace, since we had nothing better to do and were bored out of our minds. However, before we began our journey, we noticed the mail. However it wasn't ours, it was assigned to Mr. Bobinsky. It had a thick, sickly aroma that reeked like septic tank juice. We both gagged at the stench.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that guy ordering" I asked
"I don't know, but I'm surprised you didn't get a love letter from Psycho Nerd" she smirked
"Shut up, let's get our mail and leave." I rolled my eyes and walked away from her
"Hey! You could at least help me carry this shit!" She called out, but I didn't turn back. We made our way up the stairs of what seemed to be the residence of Mr.Bobinsky, a flag was raised above the door. It looked like the Imperial Russian Flag.
"Hello, I think this belongs to you!" I called out, knocking on the door as Coraline looked around to find him.
"I think our mail got mixed up" she stated, yet we received no reply. We gave eachother a side glance, before Coraline pressed her ear against the door.
"Shall we leave it outside, or..?" And as soon as she spoke, she nearly fell as the door opened. I grabbed her before she could fall and collect the dropped packages. We squinted through the darkness inside to inspect the room. White socks and vests were strung up to dry, barrels where in inconvenient places and a lamp stood brightly as a sheet rested on the top of it.
"Secret!" We heard a man shout from behind us, Coraline and I jumped and gasped in fright at the sudden noise. We turned around to see a man, who's pigment was incredibly blue. He wore a very stained and unwashed (once white) wife-beater with shorts and black marching boots.
Somehow, he dangled up side down from the flag pole above. He leaned forward and reached for the doorbell, slamming the door shut and wagging his finger at us
"Famous jumping mouse circus not ready, little girls!" He had a very thick Russian accent, his English seemed limited.
"Oh! Uh.. привет?" (Hi?) I smiled nervously, trying to remember some Russian I've learnt from the past. He grinned
"Ты говоришь по-русски?" (You speak Russian?)
"Я говорю немного" (I speak a little) I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable with the man. Coraline just watched, puzzled and wondering what is being said
"Цирк?" (Circus?) I questioned him with all the Russian I could remember, yet before he could reply Coraline interrupted our bonding
"We brought this for you, by the way" she gestured to the guy, towering over us. His smiled widened and he inhaled the fumes from within the sweaty packages
"New cheese samples! Very clever using this mix-up to sneak my home and peek at мышка?" He accused, Coraline of course just looked at him as if he was crazy and making up new words
"Mooshkas?"
"The mice" Mr. Bobinsky and I exclaimed, he chuckled and turned to Coraline
"Your friend is good Russian speaker"
"Сестра" (sister) I corrected
"Can you two stop speaking in a language that I don't understand!" Coraline huffed, I giggled with the humongous male
"Sorry. I'm (Y/N) Jones, and this is my little sister, Coraline"
"And I am the Amazing Bobinsky, but you call me Mr. B because amazing I already know that I am!" He introduced himself, performing some gymnastic stretches. Balancing his whole body with one arm on the stairs fence. He then proceeded to throw himself over the edge, letting go of the metal fence, grinning the whole time.
Coraline and I ran over to where he had jumped and looked over the fence, only to find nothing there. We heard a pair of feet land behind us and turned back round again to find him uninjured
"You see, little girls, the problem is my new songs go 'oompah, oompah!' but the jumping mice play only 'toodle-toot', like that - is nice but not so much amazing" he explained
"So now, I switch to stronger cheese and soon, watch out!" He saluted, turning around with one foot and walking to the door. He turned to us again and handed over some beetroot
"Here, have beet. Make you strong" I looked at the beetroot with a slightly confused stare
"До свидания (goodbye), (Y/N) and Caroline" he bid farewell and slipped inside, shutting the door with his foot.
"Coraline." She frowned, absolutely hating the mispronunciation every time. We decided it was time to leave, walking down the stairs and deciding which other neighbors to meet. As she gazed at the garden shears and hummed, we both heard a familiar voice from above
"Hey, (Y/N)! Подождать!" (Wait!) He once again jumped from the stairs, Coraline and I both shouted as his crotch almost getting absolutely obliterated by her garden shears. He placed his hand on my shoulder
"The mice asked me to give you message, just you" I looked at Coraline as a signal to walk away, who sighed and stomped off. I turned back to Mr. B
"The jumping mice?" I asked him
"They are saying do not go through little door.." my expression fell slightly, giving him a suspicious look
"Do you know such a thing?" He asked
"The one behind the wallpaper? But it's all bricked up"
"Bah. So sorry, is nothing. Sometimes the mice are little mixed-up. They even get sister of yours name wrong, you know? They call her Coraline instead of Caroline." He laughed, shrugging off the beginning topic completely.
"Not Caroline at all! Maybe I work them too hard" Is what he said, before he disappeared. I watched him leave and thought back to that tiny door. That door is bricked up, what danger lies behind those bricks..?
