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Chapter 4: Needle and the thread

Super long chapter for you guys! Hope you like it!
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Janie sat in the little bedroom. The train that the school had provided was more of a tourist train than anything else. They both were given two separate rooms, though next to each other.

She was happy with that. For some reason, Janie couldn't speak. It seemed she was too scared or awkward to mutter even a single syllabus. Fin noticed that. She bit her lips. She was annoyed. Why hadn't her plan worked? What flaw had caused her plan to displease him?

Her mind was whirling with possibilities. After a minute or two of excessive thinking her head started to hurt. Started to pound as a matter of fact. She felt awful. Fresh air!

She needed fresh air. So she stood, her legs buckled slightly at her haste and she dashed out of the room as fast as her short legs could carry her.

Her cardigan, which was nearly falling off her shoulders flew bak slightly at the wind her body had caused.

She didn't understand why her body was in such a rush to feel the air against her cheeks, but it just was and she was just going along with it. Some people would have considered this reckless. Janie was Janie, and what she liked to believe came simply in the form of four capitalised letters. 'YOLO', a term that most teenagers would say when spray painting walls or breaking into an abandoned house. Nope. Janie was just too good for that wasn't she!

She was standing on the balcony. She watched the trees, all bright with flowers, rush past her in a blur of pink and green. The sky was abnormally blue. Too blue for this time of the year?

Her hair was being whipped almost painfully towards her already pink tipped ears.

She gasped at the feeling, loving it. She was always like this. It drove certain people mad that Janie could not be angered nor saddened. Janie liked to show them that. It made her seem unstoppable.

Fin watched carefully from the window of the music lounge. He of course, didn't like the way he trees whipped past him. He wanted to pause the moment and live it all in slow motion. That would never happen. The world was a bomb and we were just sparks to help ignite it.

He leaned his head against the still cold glass and took a breath out. His hot breath heated the frosted glass to an extent that he could draw. So he did.

He drew a dot on one side and several other dots on the other side. He shook his head and drew one more dot next to the lone dot, and as the area thinned out the only thing he could see we're the two dots side by side. Against everyone else.

Janie was inside now. Having had enough of the fresh air. She headed towards the dinner hall. A coach filled with tables and a carpet and soft live music that would make you fall in love. With the food?

Janie had nothing else on her mind. After skipping lunch, because of her anxiety, and having nothing but a bagel for breakfast Janie was starved. Her stomach was craving. It was grumbling and groaning like a four year old. Janie frowned. She wrapped the white cardigan tighter around herself and looked down at her pale blue dress. She looked underdressed amongst the glorious red gown and tuxedos.

Why were they dressed like this? Had she missed out on some sort of announcement when she was out?

She must have looked extremely confused because a man, not too old, judging by his boyish charm, came up to her. He looked down at her, like almost everyone due to her short size, and smiled. "You my lady, are you lost?", he asked. Janie felt the blood rush straight to her cheeks and she tried so hard not to let her eyes widen as well.

"N-no", she stuttered out, cursing her inability to talk to men. "This is the dinner hall am I correct?", she asked, her head cocked to the left. He smiled brighter. He nodded. She sighed out of relief.

Fin looked up from his plate of soup, just in time to see Janie. Little old Janie, standing not too far away from him fidgeting like a child in the hot sun. He nearly choked out of laughter. Her face bright red and eyes wide as ever she looked honestly quite similar to Bambi.

She looked to him. She nodded at something the man had said and pointed towards Fin. The man glared at Fin. And Fin merely shrugged. As Janie made her way over to him. She felt her shoulders relax. She hadn't been so nervous in her life. Fin was staring at her, almost expectantly. It was making her want to stick her tongue out at him and strut off. She regained herself. Nodding to herself. "Let's do this", she muttered.

As she plopped down in front of Fin, he stared. No, not every once in while. He full on, no blinking stared at her, as if he was examining her. Making sure she was still the same Janie he had seen not too long ago. Janie smiled, at his reddening cheeks. "I'm s-sorry", he mumbled out, causing Janie to smile wider. He scratched the back of his neck. Something he did often. Janie wondered why.

Why did he do that? What made him do that?

She merely shrugged at her inquisitive mind and set of on checking the menu placed carefully on her side of the table.

Ravioli

Pasta

Frog legs

Snails

Wait what!

Janie looked at Fin quizzically, he looked up from his own menu not looking a bit confused and raised an eyebrow at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and pointed towards the menu.

He smirked, "apparently today's European country day, so..", he trailed off staring at her yet again, she nodded mostly to herself and stuffed her face back into the menu.

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"And what might this lovely couple want?", Fin jumped forward to correct the waiter, but he was having none of it. So soon enough Fin gave up and left it as it is.

Janie though hadn't even noticed the waiter. Her head was turned out the window. Staring at the raindrops as they raced down the window. It was almost like an endless marathon. She seemed to cheer them on, encouraging them if they didn't win. Fin looked at her, she truly was odd.

"Janie", he called, her head snapped front. She looked panicked, and at once Fin felt sad for taking her out of her peaceful trance.

"Yes?", she asked, he signalled towards the waiting waiter and smiled a tight lipped smile, "oh", she muttered and smiled up at the waiter.

"I'll have a chicken and cheese pasta and a sprite please", she said smiling politely at the end. He smiled back and left them to the surprisingly awkward silence.

It has never been an awkward type of silence they shared. It was comfortable as if they didn't want to break it with unwanted words. Syllables that may or may not mean anything to either of the two.

He was looking at her. This time a little less obviously.

She smiled noticing. She didn't want him to realise her new found ability to know just when he was staring at her. So she looked out the window. Her fingers tapping and drawing endless patterns on the table cloth.

He followed every pattern she drew, as if she was the needle and he was the thread.
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I feel proud of this chapter. It's long, very long and I've never written a chapter quite this long.
So yeah hope you'll likey!

Well goodbye till next update!
-Nimaya