The Guardian ~ Jayden Sierra FanFic

The Thirteenth Day; The Reason Is A Tricky One.

I woke up to Jayden screaming in my ear, really happy. No, like super happy, maybe even like overly super happy. For a minute I thought he might have been on drugs or something.

"J-Jayden! I just got to sleep! What's wrong with you!!" I turned to look at the clock, about to criticise him for how early it was, when I realised it was 11 am.

Wow, that's the longest I've ever slept.

"Nothing's wrong with me!" He giggled, playing fake-hurt.

I gave him a dull look.

"It was a rhetorical question, smartass. But I actually think something might be wrong with me, did you see how long I slept in to? That's like..." I did the math.. "3.. 4 hours extra!!" I said, almost even sounding a bit hyped up.

"I know!! That's why I came to wake you up! I thought you were dead or something! And then you moved and groaned and I was all good like 'yay! she's alive!' and yeah." He said super-fast, I almost didn't get it.

"Umm... Jayden... I am dead, in case you've forgotten?"

He stopped his goofy smile and wiggling around and looked straight at me, almost scarily.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I giggled, proving I didn't care so much, I actually felt a little bit complimented, I guess considering he thought I was pretty well alive.

I don't know, it just struck me as special, my self-esteem went up, at least.

Normal teenage girls worry about whether or not their makeup line on their neck is noticeable, or if their underwear line is showing through their tights, hey, it happens.

But dead teenage girls worry about whether or not people believe they are alive or not, that is, if they are appearance angels. Or even demons.

It's kind of like a popularity thing. Me and my Angisters act like we absolutely love each other, which, in a way, we do, but underneath all of that we're in a constant competition between ourselves. We don't care if we look dead or alive to the actual person, we don't care about their reactions or thoughts, (when it comes to this,) but, if they're believing it enough, you can probably almost ace yourself a spot on the 'Queen Bee's' table at lunch.

See? Teenage competition and peer pressure never ends, I'm a teenager forever now, though.

So that kinda sucks for me.

But I'm glad I don't have to worry about shaving my legs all the time, trying to eat right to maintain a body shape, trying to keep the latest music on my iPod. Well, actually, no, I'm wrong. I miss it.

Basically, back to the point though, Jayden pretty much called me pretty, or beautiful, etc. Even if he didn't know it. (not like we'll mention it just yet!).

"Maybe you're like... adjusting?" Jayden spoke, staring at me, as he had been this entire time.

I processed what he had just said. Maybe. It made a little sense, not that I'd ever been told that was possible.

Either way, I definitely wanted to figure out.

"Maybe." I spoke just above a whisper, looking from him to my hands and I played with them, knotting them into untangle-able twists and twines.

"Come on, get dressed, we've gotta figure this out!"

He ran out the room quickly, shutting the door harshly behind him.

I slowly got out of bed, stretching.

Wait... stretching?

How was I doing that?!

Angels can't stretch. They don't even have muscles to stretch.

Well, that was strange.

Once I'd whipped my outfit together with my hand, I walked out into the hallway, expecting Jayden, who was no where to be seen.

"Rhia!" Jayden called from down stairs.

"Yeah?" I took a step forward.

"Breakfast!" John shouted throughout the house.

"Yeah, what he said!" Jayden cooed behind.

I chuckled and trotted down the stairs to be greeted with a whole table set up for pancakes.

Damn.

My favourite.

I stared at the table as John scraped a few more pancakes onto the pile in the middle of the table from the frying pan.

Jayden came up behind me, scooping an arm around my waist.

He tilted his head down to my level,

"Are you alright?" He whispered.

I looked from the food to Jayden and back,

"Pancakes are my favourite." My face was saddened.

"Come on, I'll cover it."

He lead me to John, pushing my head down onto his shoulder.

"Rhia's sick. I forgot. She vomited last night I was with her, she's still feeling it today. I don't think she should eat them I don't want to be holding her hair back again." He patted my forehead.

"Oh, that's okay, I'll throw some in the fridge and when you're feeling better you might be able to eat them huh?" He smiled softly.

I nodded and held my best sick face, for Jayden to the scoot me around and push me towards the front door.

"I'll give her some fresh air."

"Good idea buddy." John spoke.

.....

We sat in the swing chair in the sun, with silence.

The sun was causing Jayden to squint, but my eyes sat wide open.

"Jayden I can't eat those pancakes, you know that right?" I looked at him.

"Yeah, I know. that's okay. I'll eat them." He smiled.

I just smiled back, I couldn't think of a single word to say.

"Thank you, for all that just then." I finally found some words.

"That's okay, I owe you."

"How?"

"You've made my days better, you know, more interesting. I have to make it up to you somehow."

Then something unexpected then happened, we laughed. Like a lot.

Here it was again, the blissful chirpy chanters flew out our mouths again.

I'd expect myself to be all droopy and depressed like before.

But somehow, I was happy.

I was feeling happiness.

I didn't understand where this was coming from.

It was so weird, I couldn't figure it out. And I had a feeling I never would.

But all I knew at this point was; I was changing.