Romeo, Oh, Romeo

Chapter Two

Violet sat on her bed, reading a book about birds that she borrowed from the town library. "You like birds, too." A voice said, making Violet look up. "What are you doing here?" She asked, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I'm just visiting." Kit commented, standing near the doorway. "Why do you like birds? Because they can fly away when everything goes bad." He added.  Violet was surprised that Kit felt the same way about birds. She patted an empty space on the bed for him to sit. Kit sat at he edge of the bed. "Tell me, Violet. Why were you so scared when you summoned me?" Violet paused. Why did he want to know? "I had a sick feeling. I felt like something went through me." Was it you?  Violet didn't dare to say it aloud. "How do you know my name?" She questioned, curious. Kits smile faded. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. You're smarter than that." Violet froze. What was he talking about? I don't know! Kits smile returned. Violet wanted to ask when he died, but she was afraid that he was going to get mad. He was a ghost, after all. He could hurt her. 

    Kit looked at Violet with large eyes. "Did I disturb you?" Violet blurted. "What?" "When I summoned you... did I-" "No." Kit interrupted. Violet was a tad annoyed by Kit's interrupting. Why was he acting so suspicious? "Do you like cards?" Kit asked, ripping Violet back to reality. "Um, sure." Cards was actually fun, considering that we were just making houses out of cards. Violet's card house kept falling apart, while Kit's was fine. After numerous attempts, Violet gave up and slumped onto her fluffy carpet. Kit laid next to her, and Violet's heart fluttered. Kit was attractive, but she didn't want to think of him like that. She just wanted to be friends. Kit looked at her, and she looked at him. "What's your story?" "What?" "You know, your likes, your interests, you hobbies, weird fetishes, etcetera." Violet looked at him, then started. "Well, I enjoy reading and spend most of my time alone. I go to West Maple High school." Kit chuckled, seeming to remember an old memory. "I was kicked out of there." Violet liked Kit's attitude, it's like hers. "I seem to have a knack for braking stuff, I sometimes steal, I like dark things.

   "My dad abused me when I was little, and he blamed me for my mother's death. I ran away from home one night and he found me. He started choking me and I thought I was going to die. Bastille's mom called the police and they shot him. He's dead now... and that's why I am living with them." Violet felt like she could tell him anything. But Violet didn't tell Kit that she wanted to contact her father on the Ouija board, not him. "That's terrible, no one should hurt someone they love." Kit commented, nosing around Violet's books, each one she read about a million times. "Violet, would you like to join me?" Kit asked, looking into Violet's eyes. "For what?" Violet liked him. She loved his mysterious, cunning attitude. He was interesting, but Violet still kept her distance. "A picnic." "At night?" Kit smirked, "But of course." His goofy smile convinced Violet. "Okay." 

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Kit led Violet out of the house. He was carrying a picnic basket and lead her to the beach. The night was calm and quiet, but Violet felt full of energy. Kit and Violet climbed over large walls of rocks that surrounded a medium sized area of sand. He lit a fire as Violet set out the basket's contents, including a blanket to sit on, pepperoni and cheese pizza and a pint of orange juice. Violet took a slice of pizza as Kit poured orange juice into two cups and handed Violet one. She took as sip as he gazed out onto the ocean, the waves crashing against the rock walls. "So, Violet, you're probably wondering why I took you here," Kit announced as Violet nodded. "Because I am honestly curious about you." Violet looked away, feeling embarrassed. "Why? Why not Bastille? She's way more smart, and funny, and..and always happy." Violet was upset. "Why not go back from where you came from?" She asked, taking a bite of pizza. "Because, I was always here." Kit said casually. Then it hit Violet like a punch. Violet had recalled when Kit said he thought she wasn't afraid of anything when she fled into the living room. She had said she wasn't afraid of anything before they started the ritual. Kit was always here. Violet stood up. "How long have you been here?" She asked, while Kit looked up at her. "I was always here."