Chapter 7
Tiberius's P.O.V
"Mom," I yell, "Mom! Mom!"
More panic in my voice then at the disco.
"Mom! Where are you!"
"In here," her voice faintly sounds throughout the house.
Running while dodging household furniture is not the most graceful sight; stubbed toes and bonked knees is almost expected.
"Mom," I burst into the kitchen, breath strained, "she wants to come over."
A confused look crosses her face for a moment before realization dawns upon her mind.
"She's coming!" she gets excited, "She's coming! Oh Tibby, You're having a girl over!"
She runs over to me and pulls me into a massive hug; she looks so happy.
"Oh my lord," she breaths, "I have to bake cookies. What kind does she like?"
"Ma, calm down; you're overthinking this," I place my hands on her shoulders, attempting to stop her ecstatic behaviour.
"Ok, I'll calm down," She takes a moment to suck in a deep breath, "Just after I bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies," She grins that wicked grin of hers, "I love you."
As she walks out the door, I swear she jumps up and down in excitement.
(Time skip, the park)
"Book boy," a voice yells from the other side of the park.
I lift my eyes above the cover of my novel to see Ebony walking towards me.
"Hey mystery girl," I smile, gently closing the book to avoid dog ears (A/N Comment if you hate them too).
"So where's your house?" She questions.
"It's a little ways away," I state, I turn to look at her asking, "You don't mind walking do you?"
"nope," she pops the P, "Sometimes its good to go on a little walk."
The walk to my house silent, but comfortable silent, a silence unlike the one in the library the day we met. We walked, hummed, and spoke soft words of sweet, boring, an basic conversation.
Three blocks away from my house, I felt sparks jolt up my arm and soft fingers brush against my hand. As she fully grasps my hand and loops our fingers through each other as if we were knitting a scarf, 5000 volts of electricity electrocute me, making my hair stand on end.
Basking in the momentary glory that is her soft hand, I soon realize that she isn't single, that I'm not the one she loves; or the one her hand should be attached too. In a haste decision, I quickly pull away, leaving my hand cold without her warm one.
"This is my house," I lead her up the drive way and into the front door.
She gazes around the open floor plan in awe, mouth agape.
"This isn't a house," she comments, "It's home.
A/N: Hey Guys, or Girls, This is just a short and sweet filler chapter, Comment! Vote! Enjoy!
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Like a Shadow
RomanceTiberius James was just a regular bookworm until he met a girl, so passionate about life, that he completely overlooked the fact that she would party with the dead.
