The Girl From Thion

Chapter 8

Quentin woke up to an odd weight on his chest and loud snoring. Jane's limp body was sprung onto Quentin and her mouth was open. She was drooling on Quentin's pillow. He glanced at her and noticed how peaceful she looked in her sleep. It was cute, even though she was drooling everywhere. It reminded him of how they ended up like that in the first place.

"Okay, I uh... I ugh guess you could take the bed and I take the floor?" "Or you could take the bed and I'll take the floor. It is your bed" Jane suggested , trying to figure out where to sleep was very awkward considering they were all alone in the room together "or you know we could both sleep on the bed, I mean its big enough." He said sheepishly rubbing his neck "but of course that's only if you're okay with it" he rushed "yea why not" Jane spoke casually, "well okay then" Quentin said, crawling in one side while Jane climbed the other. "goodnight, Jane" "Goodnight, Quentin" and they fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Slowly he detached Jane from him and crawled out of the bed, and went to the bathroom. In the five minutes he was in there, he had changed his clothes, brushed his teeth and use the toilet. He came out to see a very sleepy looking Jane and Jacob sitting on his bed. They didn't speak he just sat down next to them. Jane got up, grabbed the clothes she wore from yesterday, and went to go change into them. She then sat back down next to them and Jacob left to go do the same.

When he came back they all just sat there in a comfortable silence. Quentin was the first to break it " I was thinking maybe we could go out today? Show you around, gives us all a chance to see the area since we never really did" "that sounds cool, but can can we-" Jacob was cut off by glass breaking. They all screamed, a ball that had looked something a lot like green fire had just been thrown through Quentin's window. They didn't even think before they all ran out the room. Another had been thrown into the window from the hallway.

They continued to scream and run down the steps. "To the car!" Jacob yelled just as another ball of fire was thrown through the window. Quentin looked out the broken glass only to find there was no one anywhere in sight. So where could it have come from? It took another ball of fire to be thrown from the window behind him for him to finally run out the door to the car.

Jacob had opened the back door and ushered Jane inside. Jacob took passenger seat while Quentin rushed to the drivers and took off. "What is this thing!" Jane yelled with more fear "its a car! It's just a machine the goes vroom vroom and takes you places faster on wheels" Quentin quickly explained before turning a sharp corner. Jane's body has been pushed against the window "ow!" "don't forget your seat belt" Jacob chuckled.

"My what?!" Jacob said nothing but leaned over his seat and tried his best to put the seat belt on her.

This was absolutely terrifying. Jane had watched her mother get decapitated right in front of her. But that wasn't much compared to this. She's getting random balls of fire thrown at her and her new friends and she's in a machine that moved on it's own with wheels. Who knows what could happen next.

"I think we're safe" Quentin said pulling into a parking lot. "Are you serious?" said Jacob "we just had balls of fire thrown at us and you took us to the mall?!" "That was our original plan wasn't it?" Quentin didn't speak, he walked out of the car and opened the door for Jane who was having trouble with the belt buckle. It made him smile.

Once they were all out of the vehicle, Quentin lead them to the front doors of Pheonix malls. Jane looked at the front doors with astonishment. She was ready to push open the doors but was yanked to the sides by Quentin. "Alright, quick note. Don't touch anything you don't know about we are just here to show you around if someone asks you a question just simply say 'je suis désolé je ne parle anglais'" Jane repeated the quote until she had it memorized. "Alright got it wait what does that mean?" "It means I'm sorry I don't speak english"