Under The Red Cloak

Chapter 9

Little Red Riding Hood's P.O.V (Point Of View)

Crap.

"Eeeeer...him? Oh, he is my friend, Breeze." I say as calm as possible. I can't lie to her.

"Oh! I see." She said with a smile and my eyes widen. "You should have told me you have a new friend. Do you want to come in....Breeze, right?" She asks and we both nod.

"I'd really like to but I doubt Red would wan-" Breeze starts but he is cut of by grandma.

"I don't want to hear any excuses. I had accidentally done more cookies than I can eat anyway." She said and walked back in the house. I turn to face Breeze and he just stood there with a puzzled look. I just raise my shoulders with the same puzzled look on my face then walked in, Breeze following after me.

"Soo....um..Nice house.." Breeze says as we walks in the hallway.

"Breeze, don't make this more awkward than it already is."

"Right." He says in approval.

We walk in the kitchen and I put the basket on the table. I start taking out the apples, bread and the other food on the counter.

"Don't you ever take off your cloak?" Breeze asks me.

"Nope." My grandma interrupted me. "She wears it like it depends on her life. After I gave it to her, I didn't see her without it anymore."

"Never?" Breeze asks with his eyes wide open.

"Never." Granny repeats.

"Don't make it seem so dramatic. I do take it off, for your information. I don't wear it when I shower and sleep." I tell them, in a serious voice with my arms crossed, deep inside amused by the situation.

"So you never wash it?" Breeze asks in a very amused tone.

"What?? Of course I wash it!" I yell and walk away of the kitchen.

"Oh, Red. Come on, it was just a joke!" Breeze yells after me. I go into the living room and go to get a book. I quickly read the names while pointing them and there it was: the book I searched for. Its cover was a dark blue with a silver line on the edges. I take the book in my hand and write the words that were written on the front with the same silver color.

"The Unknown.", I read, staring in awe at the book.

"What are you doing?" Breeze says, taking me out of my world of thoughts.

"Well I cleaned up the house yesterday. Today I want to read."

"Hm. Can you give me that pencil then?" He asks, partly indifferent by what I was doing. Why did he even ask if he didn't care??

"What pencil?" I ask in confusion.

"Well you told me I can borrow your sketchbook and something I can draw with. Here's the sketchbook," he started, holding the book up,"but where is the pencil?"

As he ends I look at him for a moment then walk in the kitchen. Grandma was just taking the cookies out and I just took my book and walked away. Almost.

"Can I help you?" I asked her just when I was about to step out if the kitchen.

"All you can help me with is eating them." She says in a soft voice, holding the plate up for me to take a cookie.

"Can I help too?"

"Eeek." I yell. "Oh fluff. You scared me." I say as he leans forward to take a cookie. I watch his every move.

He holds the cookie close to his mouth, smirks in happiness by the deliciousness he was about to taste, then finally, he takes a bite.

He continues to eat the cookie then looked at me. I found myself starting at him.

"See something you like?" He asks with a cheeky smile.

"Huh?"

"You were staring." He says, leaning closer. I push his face away and look away on the table.

"I was not. I was just.....observing." I say with a little blush.

"My lips." He added.

"Y-yeah..You really need some chapstick." I say.

"I do not."

"You do."

"They are still soft. Wanna check?" Breeze asks leaning very close to me, closer than he did before.

"What an interesting subject you two are talking about." Granny comes in the discussion, with a raised eyebrow, her hands on her hips and a smile playing on her lips.

Breeze sits down quickly and awkwardly with a little blush in his cheeks and took another cookie like nothing happened, taking a bite.

Grandma chuckled then walked away in the living room, shaking her head.

"You couldn't make it more awkward, could you?" I say, and took a cookie as well.

"Just give me that pencil." He says. With the cookie in my mouth I take a pencil from the basket that was laying on the table and put it down in front of him. Right after that I take a bite and go in the living room, taking the book I wanted to read.

I go back into the kitchen and sit down next to Breeze, who was now sketching wolves.

"Wow. You are really good." I say in awe.

"Thanks." He smiles then looks at the dark blue book I was holding. "The unknown?" He asks as I nod.

"I wanted to start reading this book quite some time."

"I see. What information are you looking for?" He asks, closing my sketchbook and focusing on the blue book. He takes it from me and starts reading out loud.

"The unknown-Forest Monsters
In the deeps of the darkest woods hide the darkest secrets of the unknown. Creatures of the supernatural hide without fear in their territory, every kind having its own ways and rules." Breeze reads then flips some pages.

"Wait! That looked to be important!" I half-yell at him.

"It's only the intro. Nothing important." After taking look at the page he stopped at, he flips some more. He eventually stops and reads.

"As the night sets more victims come one after the other. It doesn't matter if it's a supernatural creature or not, once captured they can never see the morning light ever again and from all of the creatures..." Breeze stops as I decide to continue instead of him.

"...the werewolves are the most often kidnappers..." I whisper, not believing what I just read.

"..Red.." He whispers, as if afraid of how I am going to react. "You seriously don't think I am a kidnapper.....right?" Breeze continues to whisper.

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"You say I dream too big. I say you think too small."~Unknown