Unexpected

Chapter 5 || A Sleepover ||

You have never been in this exact moment before, so you don't need to pretend like you know exactly what to do.

We sat on the couch, I watched his eyes glasses over and he blinked and rubbed his temple again. "I'll read," I spoke catching his gaze. He smiled at me, that steel gaze softened under the dim lighting. We were on the last quote and I could tell it needed to be read out loud. Taking a breath, I began; "To Love What is Wrong. My soul has never ached the way it does when I write these few words. So I write this on my last day. Because I know after this I will no longer have my sight and a part of me is sure I will pass before I get to see how my daughter grows. I was informed that I had cancer and it cannot be treated. So I must spend these last years of my life loving them with all my soul. So now, I repeat; To Love What is Wrong. Loving someone so much to where your soul aches for them, this doesn't have to be romantic. It's a love of companionship, friendship, hatred towards others. A love that damages your soul. I have learned to let go of the mother who abused me. I released the pain I felt for the man who hurt me. I only wish to love what is right, my husband, my daughter and hopefully I live long enough to have another. I will use my every being to provide and love those who deserve it. My life will change very soon and I am finally okay enough to say that it will be alright. Because I will no longer love what is wrong." The ink was scattered on the page almost as if something stopped her before she finished the page. This was something only my dad could tell us, but I never had the heart to ask what happened. Closing the book I met those steel-shaded eyes, he held this far-off look his eyes glossed in concern. He took a breath and closed the novel, "wow, this book." He didn't continue, only making a face. "She left too soon." My gaze softened as I agreed, "My mother was an amazing woman. She loved me and my younger brother with her whole soul. It is sad that she never met Azriel," he nodded knowing of my adopted brother. "She sounds like it, in fact, you remind me of her, if I didn't know this was hers. This sounds exactly like something you would write." My orbs widened at the high praise. "Thank you," he grinned and set the book on the table. "Do you think aliens exist?" I blinked at the random comment and laughed. "Yokai exists so why not?" He smirked, there was a playfulness that filled the air. Then he shifted and rolled his shoulder, "your wings?" I questioned and he nodded, "Yeah I'm gonna open them." I nodded and I watched as his dark wings appeared making my orbs widen. They reminded me of a crow's feathers, under the light they held a large variety of colors. Making them beautiful. "Wow, there really pretty." I spoke making his orbs widen; "you think they're pretty?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah, they remind me of a crow's feathers, but better. They're dark at first glance but when you look more there's a beautiful hue of colors." His gaze softened as he grinned. He shifted on his side of the couch, his wings moved and one lightly touched my leg. I didn't mind how the soft feathers glided against my skin. "Thank you." He spoke softly making my smile soften as I watched him rub the nape of his neck.

"Hey Thorn," I hummed watching as he pulled himself off the couch. I tilted my head as he stood in front of me, his brows folded but he seemed to stop himself. "I'm gonna get you some of my clothes for you to sleep in, alright." I smiled and nodded, I wonder what he was gonna say? I leaned back into the couch pulling my ivory hair from the clip and letting it sprawl over my shoulders and down my back. I should take a shower too. "Hey if you want to take a shower go ahead, here's a shirt and some shorts. Don't know if they'll fit, but something is better than nothing." I smiled, "Thank you and I will." I slipped up as he told me where the bathroom is and I walked down the hall.

I microwaved some to-go dinners, I don't have anything to cook so this would have to do. I leaned against the counter, I hope they fit. Well, I know they won't, but at least I hope she's comfortable. I peeled off the plastic seal letting the steamed beef and broccoli steam into the air. "That smells good." I turned my head and paused. She wore my black and red t-shirt, which stopped right at her thighs revealing tight black spandex shorts that rises up cupping her hips. How did she hide that figure? Then again she wears big hoodies most of the time. Her hips swayed with each step she took until she stood beside me, her damp hair fell down her spine and her bangs slightly stuck to her face. White lashes covered her heavenly eyes as she hummed a melodic tune. The shirt was tight against her breast but loose against her waist and hugged her hips perfectly. I shouldn't help but admit that a part of me never saw her as a woman. Just a friend and seeing her here dressed like this made me feel something. I averted my gaze, trying not to gawk at the beautiful woman next to me. "It's just some microwaved meals, I hope it's alright." She chuckled nudging me softly. She gave a playful smirk as my wing slightly wrapped around her. But she didn't mind, "Of course, it is, next time I should cook for you." She chirped grabbing a meal and I watched her sit at the table. I followed her smiling at the girl. "Ah and the shorts were too big, I sat them on your bed. I'm just wearing my shorts I wear under my skirt." I nodded as she shifted, I kept my gaze on her face. I'd never live it down if I disrespected her by checking her out. I'd feel awful if I do that especially when all she does is respect me. A peaceful smile filled the air as we ate then I smiled, "What's your greatest fear?" Her gaze shifted to mine and she hummed leaning on her hand, "It's kinda strange," she paused her eyes meeting mine, "I'm terrified of drowning but love swimming. Also I hate flying insects," she shivered at the thought making me laugh, "I'm scared of being alone for the rest of my life." Her orbs softened, "So I was right, you are lonely." She whispered and sat her fork down, my eyes widened. "You could tell?" Her brows folded as she nodded softly and began to stand; "I kinda guessed when Nanami told me your job and I couldn't help to think how lonely that must be." She approached me, "Being surrounded by others but no one knowing who you are. Constantly being in the spotlight but never being seen for who you are. I hate knowing that someone as amazing as you is left all alone, so can I stand beside you?" My orbs widened as her fingers gently laced through my crimson locks and I stared up at her with half-lidded eyes. Her other rested on my shoulder as my lips parted,

Thump

Thump

Thump

I felt those strings being tugged, her hands are so soft. She's so gentle to me, and her eyes. I couldn't help how my nerves slipped away as her fingers pushed my bangs back. As she always been this breathtaking? My mouth felt dry, as my brain attempted to form words but nothing came out. Now this feeling, this was unexpected. I'd never imagine to see her, this way. "Kurama," Hey satiny tone filled my ears and I snapped out of it; "I want you beside me." Her gaze softened as she giggled and I leaned into her touch as she fixed my bangs from my eyes. My wings wrapped around her making her laugh as I pulled her into my grasp feeling her arms wrap around me as I hugged her. "What is your favorite memory as a child?" She asked making me chuckle as our night drifted to asking each other questions only we would know. I learned her favorite food was sushi and pasta, that she hated when her brothers teased her but found it adorable when they teamed up against her. How she looked up to Azriel, the time her dad chased her when she had a knife to the time she sat on her mother's lap sobbing her eyes out because life had come crashing down on her. How she loved writing and art but didn't know what she wanted to do in life. I still remembered how she scrunched her face protruding her bottom lip so cutely. I learned how deeply she cared for others and that she would risk everything even for a stranger. Her tattoos are what really drew me in, she spoke so softly with such compassion it would make anyone weak in the knees or so curious to hear the next thing. And I told her about my life, the mountains, my brothers why I came down here. My fears, my insecurities, things I love and cherish. The good memories and the bad, I asked her how bad tattoos hurt, a part of me wanted one after seeing hers and it was always something I wanted to get. But I didn't want others to look at me like I'm trouble, but her confidence, her smile, and how she lit up when I spoke. I stopped caring what they thought or what they wanted, a part of me wanted to make her happy just as I wanted to do something for myself. She gave me the confidence to be more, me. A part of me understood she was human and would only have so long to live, so I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could.

Feathers sprawled around us, my face buried in his chest as his arms were tightly wrapped around me. I felt safe in his gasp as I listened to his steady heartbeat, smiling as his soft snores filled the room. Then my orbs widened, shit school! I looked up and lightly shook his shoulders making him groan as his grip on my waist tightened; "Kurama we're gonna be late if we don't leave." I whispered softly as he blinked and opened those steel eyes. He groaned then I was pulled down his arm wrapped loosely around me as his wings shifted and our legs twined together. "Then let's skip," I sighed, "We have a huge English test today, and it's half our grade." He groaned burying his nose into my neck, "Dammit," I raked my fingers through his hair, "Come on," he grumbled something along the lines of why I'm responsible and we lazily began to get up. "Thorn," I hummed and took the button-up he handed me and grabbed my skirt slipping into the bathroom.

We slipped out of his car, with coffee in our hands. I accidentally left my hoodie at his work, so now I wore his bulky leather jacket with his button-up. He leaned towards me showing me a message on his phone that Jessia sent. "Yeah that's it, thank you." He nodded softly, yawning. "Sure thing," he hummed ruffling my bangs as I smiled and we slipped into the hall. Stares and whispers circulated us, but I didn't really care. I glanced at him, giving a worried look and he shrugged giving me a grin as I chuckled and nodded. I sipped the steaming beverage pulling him by his sleeve as we entered English. Girls swarmed us, loud. "Why is she with you?" One girl sneered as I raised a brow, "don't talk to my friends that way. I am still a person too, just as she is one." He stated making silence flood the class and I met his steel gaze giving a soft smile. I'm happy he's setting boundaries. "I'm gonna go talk with Nanami," I spoke softly making him smile and nod as I shifted towards the wide eyed girl. The fox raised a curious brow as I took the empty chair in front of their desks. "Glad to see ya back." Her orbs widened as I grinned." She fumbled her words and I chuckled shaking my head softly. "I was already aware beforehand, also I could tell by looking at him." I stated vaguely, but she understood and sighed leaning on her hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I shook my head, "no I understand, no need to apologize." Kurama stood behind me; "hey," he said plainly and glared at the fox, "cheep trick you played." He growled lowly as the other albino smirked. Turning to her we let the two argue it out. "So how ya feeling?" She smiled, "much better, I think it was just a head cold." I nodded and the teacher walked in. I paled as me and Nanami shared a glance at each other; "Kurama," "Tomoe." We warned and they glanced at us, the fox grumbled as Kurama grinned. Time for class.