The Girl With The Wishes [EDITING.]

[07]

C H A P T E R  S E V E N 

V I O L E T  S M I T H

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WATCHING THE FLUFFY clouds float in the sky, I beamed at the appealing sight. I loved to watch clouds. It fascinated me, knowing every single cloud was unique. I loved to make shapes out of them too, imagining what they resembled most and feeling excited over each new perception. 

Today was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect and warm breeze that swept throughout town carried the leaves gentle through the air. They danced in circles and then drifted to the ground, picked up again by the next breeze. 

My fingers scraped through the green grass, a relaxing feeling taking over me as I shut my eyes, savouring the very feeling. Licking my lips, I sat up, looking around me, my eyes eventually settling on the boy that stood a couple metres away from me, watching me with what I made out to be a small smile upon his lips: barely visible. He was leaning against a tree, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

A faint blush crept up my cheeks, I looked down, avoiding his alluring gaze, afraid that I would make myself out to be some sort of idiot by getting lost in the details of his features. 

Seconds later, I felt a presence before me. A figure looming over me, blocking out the suns rays that kissed my skin. My gaze averted to the shadow that blocked the light and I stared at him with tender eyes,

"Violet." My name rolled off of his tongue perfectly, the sound was like music to my ears. I scrambled to my feet quickly, meeting his gaze once again.

"Jason." 

"You hungry?" He asked, towering over me. The top of my head just reached below his lips. I avoided looking at his lips, despite my eyes moving to gaze at them, I was lost in my own thoughts.

He led me to the car, opening the car door and allowing me to slide in. I watched him closely as he rounded the front and slid into the drivers seat. He shut the door and I instantly turned, asking him where he was taking me. 

My eyes swept across his sharp jawline and then to his lips, then his eyes. I blushed and looked away. I always felt embarrassed when Jason had caught me looking at him but he never teased me about it. He just...interested me in ways I couldn't really explain. 

The diner he took me too was decorated so well. It was as though I was stepping into a movie set in the 50s. The floor was adorned in black and white tiles, neon lights laced the room and the aroma of cheeseburgers filled my nose. 

"Cheeseburger and a vanilla shake, please." I smiled at the waitress who wrote down my order, replying with a brief nod before she turned around and made her way to the counter.

"So, what do you think of this place?" Jason asked as he looked around the diner, his eyes sweeping over the interior.

Turning my head to the side, my fingers padded against the red booth. The rough leather was hard under my touch, I hummed in response to his question. "It's nice, I like it." I nodded and I placed my hand in front of me, onto the table.

"Can I ask you a question?" I thought for a moment, wondering wether he would want to respond. He didn't say anything, but he nodded and that was confirmation enough. "Why do you not have friends—besides me, of course?" I asked. 

He smiled. My heart thumped. "I could ask you the same thing..." He offered me a brief grin and looked down. "I find it hard opening up to people." He merely shrugged and I thought for a second. My reason was similar, though it wasn't that I found it hard to open up to people...I just didn't want to.

And yet, I had more than opened up to Jason. On entering school every morning, I found myself looking for him. After every class he would wait outside for me and walk me to the next. I would watch Jason during PE class from the bleachers, then we'd leave school together, despite us living on opposite directions from each other. Wherever he went, I went. Wherever I went, he went. 

I began to rely on Jason probably more than I should..but I couldn't help it.  nervous lumps in my throat.

"And what about you?" A lump formed in my throat. I winced for a moment, he didn't seem to notice it and I was glad. His phone rang and he stared at the screen, a string of curses escaped his lips and he excused himself. I let out a heavy sigh that I didn't know I was keeping in. 

Staring at Jason from a distance, I grimaced. When Jason went on through life; succeeding, like I knew he would in everything he put his mind to, I remembered that I would never be there for him and the very thought petrified me. That was why I never made friends. Part of me told myself that I had to let him go. 

Jason returned and we ate moments after, enjoying the food so much, we didn't talk and I was glad, especially when so many frustrating thoughts were residing in my mind and refusing to leave.

"How many wished left?" Jason saved me from my own thoughts and I was beyond grateful. "20." I whispered.

He nodded and stuffed a fry in his mouth. "There's a party tomorrow, you want to go? It's one of your wishes too, right?" I suddenly smiled and I slowly nodded. 

I had to let him go...but, he was so involved now, he had made a place in my life and it was probably selfish of me, but I wanted him in my life. He was excited to fulfil my wishes with me and so was I. 

I wanted to fulfil them all with him.

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