Elsa Delle had it rough as a kid. But one day, something happens, and she becomes a witch. What will she do with these powers?
Well of course she's gonna kick some butt and live to the fullest.
One catch, can she handle what life is throwing at her...
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I begged Chase to stay one more day yesterday night. After all the things that happened and all the things that went wrong, I think I needed a bit of time to make them right again.
Jamie was terrified. When he got home, he was crying in my arms for a good 20 minutes before dosing off. Jack stood in the corner of the room the whole time just watching Jamie.
I knew Jack felt guilty for what he did. Especially since secretly he's such a caring guy. He's never exactly been the nicest, but he still cared.
Even when I told Jack it would be okay for him to go, he refused. He said that he was going to spend the next day with Jamie and fix the bond that they had.
I'm just waiting to see how Jamie will feel about it all. He's bound to find something out about me and Jack's bond considering he's always feeling different emotions.
Speaking of emotions I actually took time last night to figure out my hair color changing patterns. Apparently, the color of my hair does indeed correspond to Jack's mood. And since I had so much time considering night last almost 12 hours, I was able to figure out- or at least come close to what each color stood for.
First there was the obvious color of blue. That one meant that Jack was sad. Like, extremely sad.
Next there was red, the most common of all the colors I get. Red means anger.
Brown, my least favorite, doesn't come as often as the others. Nonetheless, it still means fear.
I'm not sure if these are the only colors ill ever get, or if there the only ones I've gotten. Point is, I evaluated the ones I knew I got the most.
I turned to face the two boys who slept with me in Jamie's bed. Jack was laying with one hand behind his head, the other layed gently on sleeping Jamie's back.
They were honestly the cutest thing I've ever seen. Seriously they were like a teenage father and his son.
I'm not even going to start thinking about who would play the roll as the mother. Cause as you can tell, all signs point to me.
I reached out my right hand, running it through Jamie's hair. He slowly opened his eyes to look at me. I smiled only for him to smile in return. I was grateful for him. I was happy to have him looking better than he did a few days ago. Any more days filled with him moping and looking 4 shades lighter and I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
"Good morning." I whispered, pinching his slightly pink nose due to all his crying yesterday. Jamie shook himself out of my grip, still smiling nonetheless.
I heard the King of Jerks stir, letting out a few incoherent words while he rubbed his eyes. I ruffled his hair, making him raise an eyebrow and watch me in confusion. "Why are you so happy?"
"Well I've got my favorite person with me." I leaned forward, puckering my lips out while Jack closed his eyes. I stopped right before kissing him, whispering in his ear. "You thought."
