30 days with Genevieve

Ch. 9

30 Days with Genevieve

Chapter 9

Peter smiled and I just sighed. Having him with me would make things even worse. He just wanted to make things more complicated. I knew it. He obviously hated me, and the last thing I wanted to do was having him around.

"Aren't you going to say something?" he asked out of the blue.

I sighed. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. How about 'thanks' or something like that?" he said smirking. 

"Why would I be thankful? It's thanks to you that I'm stuck here!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, but it's thanks to me that you got a second chance to enter Heaven," he reminded me. Even if I hate to admit it, he was right.

"You are right. I'm sorry. I'm just not thinking straight," I said. "By the way, where are your wings?"

"They, um... They took them away..." he said embarrassed.

"Who are 'they'?" I asked.

"You know, my bosses," he said. "They got mad because they found out I was sending you those notes, and they told me to come and help you in order to get my wings back."

"Oh," I said. "How are you going to help me, though?"

"Well, I know many things about Genevieve that you don't..." he said smiling. My eyes lit up.

"Really? Wow! I want to know everything about her!" I exclaimed happily.

"Not so fast, Sean," he said. "I am allowed to answer only one question per day."

"That's not fair!" I exclaimed.

"Life isn't fair, kid," he teased. "You may ask me one question."

I took a deep breath. There were so many things I wanted to know about her. I wanted to know her favorite place, her favorite food, her favorite movie. I wanted to know every single thing about her. She was just full of mysteries that I had to solve. She was like a puzzle, and I needed to put all her pieces together.

"Okay," I said finally. "What did her dad do to make her be afraid of him?"

"Sorry, I can't answer that one," he said. "I am not allowed to answer that question yet."

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied. "My bosses think it is better that way."

I sighed unhappily. "Okay, but I still have one question that I would like to ask you."

"Which one?"

"Does she like chocolates?"

***

Day 8:

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Peter exclaimed while running his fingers trough my hair. As soon as I opened my eyes, I noticed he was lying next to me at my bed.

"What the heck? I'm straight!" I exclaimed getting up from my bed quickly.

"I know, dude! I was just messing with you!" he exclaimed standing up. 

"Well, it worked," I muttered under my breath. 

Peter chuckled. "I forgot to ask you something."

"What's that?" 

"Would you like for me to take my human form and accompany you to school, or would you rather be the only one who sees me?" he asked. I thought about the possibilities carefully.