I sat on the stool, staring. I had no idea how should I react to that, so all I did was stare. He straightened up a little under my gaze and stared back at me with slight expectation.
‘Erm Jack, if you don’t mind, can I have a little time to digest what you just said?’ I asked.
He shrugged and gave me an I-don’t-expect-you-to-get-it-anyway look. He walked away from the kitchen counter with such a grace that I can’t help but envied him. As a girl, I tripped and knocked over things kinda too often and when I walked, no matter how dainty I try to be, I always turned out to be super awkward or sometimes even tripped and fell onto the ground, face-down.
Okay, so here is the thing: He is not a mortal, and what the hell does that exactly mean?! But he can’t be lying---well, at least I don’t think he is----since he really did fly down from a tree and it seems like he has some sort of power to summon the wind or something. But why is he telling me all this?
I looked up at the kitchen counter and remembered he wasn’t there anymore so I turned around, excepting to see him standing somewhere behind me. But he wasn’t there neither. When I was beginning to panic he might be disappear again, I heard footsteps coming from the living room.
‘Hey Jack----’ I said, but trailed off when I found him checking out the pictures on the book shelf. He heard me and said without turning around to face me, ‘Hey Kate, is this you? Aw, you were so cute when you were a little girl!’ He giggled and showed me the picture that my dad took for me when I was 7 year-old, I was playing in the mud with my teddy bear. I looked so happy in that picture with all the mud on my face and a missing front tooth.
Oh my god, why did I put it there.
I rushed forward and snapped at him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment , ‘Give it back to me!’
‘Wow Wow, calm down! I was just saying you were cute when you were a little girl, not that you are not cute now in your pajamas but that was a compliment, wasn’t it?’ He laughed and put it back onto the bookshelf. His comment on my pajamas really wasn’t helping at all.
‘Why are you telling me this?’ I asked and tried ignore my burning cheeks.
‘Telling you what? That you were cute? Because you really were, especially why you cry.’ He chuckled. How could someone’s laughter be so wonderful and so annoying at the same freaking time?!
I groaned and rolled my eyes. ‘No! I mean what you told me just now in the kitchen! That you are not a mortal and stuff.’
‘Because we think you are special, since you don’t seem to be a believer of ours but still you see me.’ He said and walked away again. He strolled to the hallway lead to my bedroom and asked ‘Do you mind if I check out you bedroom? Because it seems like you aren’t going to show me your house so I will just do it myself. ’
‘Wait!’ I ran toward him before he could reach for the doorknob and stood between him and the door to my room, letting someone to see my messy room was definitely the last thing I wanted. ‘ What do you mean I am special? Who is ‘we’? What believer? And what does it matter if I can see you? Does that mean the others can’t see you? And what did you exactly mean that you aren’t mortal? And who are you exactly?’ I blurted out all the questions at the same time. First, I wanted to distract him from breaking into my bedroom; second, I really wanted to know all the answers.
‘To answer your first question,’ he said and stared at me with his striking blue eyes, ‘everyone is special in their own way, but right now I can’t really tell you the answer that you’re seeking---’
