The One He's Not

Untold Back-Story & Vivid Dreams

Untold Back Story & Vivid Dreams

NOEL

By the time I walked into Dean's house with Kat, it was already dark pitch balck outside. We would have probably been inside a lot sooner if it wasn't for Kat and I's meaningless arguments. Kat was arguing that she wasn't a classic 'ginger' because she had brown eyes and not a dash of freckles on her face. I on the other hand debated that since she has naturally red hair, she would be a ginger, hence the nickname that I had come up with for her.

It was weird that someone like Kat could make me so annoyed and angry, but also find ways to make me smile and laugh. Little things that she did like making snide comments to me being a jerk or her clumsy waddling when she walked around on those crutches seemed just to automatically make me happy and no one has ever been able to do that to me before.

Of course, I had Dean and he can make me laugh at his odd jokes or his immature antics, but I've known him for almost all of my life. What I've come to wonder is how a single girl can just waltz right into my world and change me in less than a week.

Deep down, I knew the answer to that. There simply was the possibility that I've never really hated Kat's guts as much as I was letting on. Dean pointed this out to me before, but I denied it, hoping that me taking a liking to Kat was just some sort of mind trick. I was just so angry that Kat and I's worlds were just so close, but yet one of us was starving and the other was living a stress free life. I knew better than to assume her life was better though because based on those tears she shed a few moments ago, there was so much more behind Gingy than I was aware of.

I've also come to learn that Kat has been right about a lot of things. I agree that our lives go a lot smoother when we got along and to be honest, getting along with her wasn't such a bad thing.

Conversations with her seemed to just flow better because Kat always fights back and has something to say. When I start a debate with other people, like my mother or Dean, they just sit back and watch me rant on and on without any input. Kat snaps back at me like a reflex and I never know for certain what words are going to come out of her mouth.

But there was a down side to this whole relationship between us: Kat was just a visitor. She was never going to stay here and that was why I didn't want to get attached to her.

The moment she threatened to leave with her sister, I had practically demanded for her to stay because for some reason, I felt that couldn't let her go just yet. Personally, I enjoyed talking to her and I'm not going to lie by saying that carrying her around in my arms isn't amusing. At first, it was just instinct to just pick her up and walk out of that village away from my mother, but now, while I was carrying her into Dean's home, I felt comfortable with her this close to me. I knew that she liked it too because the odd time, I would catch her leaning into my chest and resting her head comfortably against me with a relaxed huff. I would find myself leaning closer to her too, which is why I think my accusations are right. Kat was doing something to me and I didn't know if it was good or bad, but I knew it was something.

"Is Ella alright?"

Kat's whisper broke me from my thoughts as she was talking to Aubrey from across the room. I was so out of it that I was completely unaware that Aubrey was even there in her kitchen with us. Was I really that lost?

"She's fine," Aubrey reassured her. "I told her everything she needed to know and answered any questions she had. I just avoided that whole... dark side of things. She's a smart cookie, though."

Kat nodded her head and laughed. "Yeah, she can even out smart me sometimes. Where is she now?"

"She's sleeping in the room you stayed in last night. Everything is fine, take a load off Kat. You've had a big day because of this dramatic lug over here."