Moonstone

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 (Silver POV)

The next morning was the diner day. It was a tradition that Beth’s older sister, Kara, had started when she went to Woodward. Beth, Xavier, Damien and Silver had started up sophomore year, just after Kara graduated.

Every year, before homecoming, they would go to the local diner for breakfast. Instead of the table for four as they’d gotten in the two years previous, this year it was just a table for two, Silver and Damien.

“Hey, I wanna go somewhere before we hit the diner, ok?” Silver asked.

“Your car, your choice” Damien already knew where she wanted to know. He gave her a sad smile as she pulled her Jetta into the cemetery.

 Silver asked Damien to wait in the car, and then ventured to the headstones of her two friends, alone.

“Hey Beth, Hey Xav. I know it’s been awhile, but life’s just been so crazy, you know? Well I was the homecoming queen this year. Remember, last year Beth, we promised each other that if either of us won, we’d take the other on the bridge. I wish I could take you Beth. I…” Silver choked up, letting a tear roll her cheek.

“I got you this; it’s a replica of my tiara, because we were queens together Beth. And we always will be.” Silver sat the tiara at the base of her friend’s grave. The sunlight bounced off the fake diamonds, making them shine and sparkle.

“Bye Beth and Xav.” She said and walked back to the car, and Damien.

“You ok?” Damien asked.

“Yea, just some stuff I needed to get off my chest. And Dam, Melissa told me something on the bridge and it kinda hit home with Beth not being here and all. I’m not taking anyone on the bridge yet. Please don’t get mad, I just wanna wait for the right person.”

“S, I’m not going to freak out over a bridge, I understand.” Silver could tell he was disappointed, but she had to stick to her choice. “Come on, we’ve got diner food waiting.” Damien smiled.

Damien was always there, and understanding. If she didn’t have Damien, who would she fall back on? Who would come with her to the cemetery?

“Dam… I’m… I… can’t… do this… without… I…” silver collapsed into tears.

“Silver, Silver it’s ok. I’m always here.” He put a hand on her shoulder.

“I… know… but I feel… like I don’t… appreciate that enough.”

“S, you’re the best friend anyone could ask for, and I mean it. Losing Beth was hard on both of us. Maybe we should do something, tonight, as a memory of them.”

“Hm. We’ll think about it over French toast and hot chocolate.” Silver’s tears dried.

“Definitely.” Damien smiled. They drove to the diner, friendship even stronger.

(Maika POV)

Maika rolled over in his bed.

“Granden, Chole, NO!” he cried, and sat up, sweating and shaking.

That dream. The wolf. He was breathing heavy and he could feel the moonstones’ weight on his bare chest as it rose and fell rapidly.

“Damn it” he growled and punched the wall.

After a month of sitting next to Silver in art, being in her gym class, and seeing her in study hall, he liked her. Way more than he should. This dream was keeping him from even talking to her. Well the dream, and the wolf. Damien was gone, probably with Silver. He was often jealous of his roommate; he spent so much time with her, and could actually talk to her without fear of killing her. When Maika saw her art, it was full of pain, like a loss she never got over. It made him want to hold her, tell her everything was going to be ok. But of course, he couldn’t; because half of him was a blood-thirsty wolf and she had a dick of a boyfriend.

He’d stood in the stands last night, and watched the joy spread across her face when she won queen. She’d looked at him the second before they called her name. Maybe, just maybe… no.  Maika shook his head. He needed to forget about her.

‘Think about your homecoming date, umm what’s her name, oh yea Shelley Lathin.’

She’d asked him, Maika wasn’t planning on going. She was a cute senior, brown hair, brown eyes. Of course, he’d much rather go with Silver, but no, Damon Kox got the honor.

 Maika sighed.

Shelley had forced him to go shopping with her, buy all of this crap to match her dress… it was pure torture. He normally wouldn’t have minded but instead of buying $20 black pants and a $10 black dress shirt and a simple tie, she made him get a $50 dress shirt, $40 pants, and a $20 tie. To Maika they looked exactly the same as the ones for a lot cheaper, but Shelley insisted they weren’t the same at all. He really didn’t want to spend that much on a dance that he wouldn’t enjoy anyway.

‘Oh well you’re stuck with it now.’ Maika thought.

 He grabbed one of his canvases, oil paints and brushes: he needed to paint. Who cared if he had paint in his hair?

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