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Chapter 4: Amethyst

My sister once told me that boys are like the weather, they change indefinitely. I used to buy that story as a small lie but now I trust her entirely and the reason I changed my mind is because of Vincent.

“We’re here,” Vincent whispered.

“Hmmm?” I murmured, as I turned over.

I would’ve fallen onto the ground if Vincent didn’t react so quickly.

He gripped me tighter, placing my warm forehead comfortably against his chest.

My nostrils picked up a thick, mild scent. It smelt like peppermint.

“Your house,” he said.

I couldn’t identify half of his word. I was grouchy from sleeping for, god knows how long.

I opened my weary eyes slowly and looked around.

I noticed that Vincent wasn’t wearing his black, jacket now. Instead, I found it blanketed upon me. The smell I picked up before came from this very jacket. I clenched it tighter.

I leaned forward and saw that we were in front of my house. The white, elegant designs were welcoming me in.

“Oh.” I mumbled.

I looked up at him just in time to see him smirking. He was struggling to compose a serious face just by looking at me.

I knew I was a mess, but that didn’t give him the right to laugh at me.

I grinned.

With my good arm I elbowed him as hard as I possibly could despite the state that I was in.

“Ouch.” I wailed.

He stopped laughing immediately. All signs of amusement were replaced with seriousness.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

My body was already covered in injuries; one more wouldn’t possibly kill me, I thought.

“Let me see,” he insisted.

He angled my elbow slightly to examine it.

“It’s bruised.” He said.

I moped.

“Oh wells, it’s not like that one bruise has any affect on my jungle look.”

“You take things too smoothly sometimes.”

“You’re talking like you know me forever.”

He shrugged.

“Anyways isn’t it a good thing to take things easily?”

“Sometimes it is but other times it’s bad.”

“I haven’t got a clue what you mean. Could you give me the inside message already?”

He laughed. The rich, warm sound caressed against me like the air itself.

“It’s not a life lesson that I can’t teach nor could I explain. You’ll have to figure it out on your own.”

“Right,” I said after the magic of his laughter wore out; and my slight confusion stayed in focus with logic. “Are you speaking gibberish? Because I understand nothing,” I still had absolutely no idea what he was saying.

“I assure you it is plain English.”

“Okay maybe I’m just too dumb to understand it then.”

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