This calls for a little more than chocolate and tissues

Chapter 3

Hey there!! So here goes part 3.

Coldplay song of the day: Clocks (2002)

If you haven't heard it before, go listen before I have to hunt you down and force you to! Just kidding. That would be illegal. =)

P.S.: Don't forget to VOTE AND COMMENT!! And become a fan, if you really like it...

Wait, I have an idea!! If you become a fan, I will, in insane gratitude to you, write your name into the story as one of the characters...now how bout that, people?

Kate's POV.

My breathing accelerated as we made our way toward the house, the blood pumping through my veins in a way I thought might even be unhealthy. Will led me to a library deep in the maze of his well-decorated house. Observing the style, I wondered to myself if his mother was Martha Stewart on meds. Serious meds. The kind that don't let you operate machinery after taking.

He stopped in front of two large oak doors, and took a breath, as if mentally preparing himself to go run an Olympic marathon. When he pushed them open, my nose was filled with one of my favorite smells: the aged pages of books.

I stared in awe at the rows and rows of old volumes, thinking that if I was to stay here, this would probably become my second bedroom. Or my first. Whatever.

In the center of the room, a middle aged couple was having an animated discussion, as if secretly plotting the demise of an ally. Gulp. They stopped abruptly when they noticed us advancing toward them.

The woman smoothed the skirt of her black dolce and gabbana cocktail dress, staring at her matching black silk heels. Her hair was definitely dyed, but well

enough to look natural and hide the grays. The blonde locks were held up in an elegant twist and her pearls gave the entire look a 1950's housewife feel.

The man wore a crisp and starchy looking white button up shirt, with black pants and matching dress shoes. His chestnut hair looked like something from a men's shampoo ad.

Aw....the couple that coordinates together stays together...

"Sorry to interrupt."

Will sounded absolutely terrified. His mother did a quick sweep of me with her eyes and then began to smile slowly. "It's no problem, sweetheart. And who's your friend here?"

He turned to make eye contact with me, emerald locking onto sapphire, and smiled. "This is Kate."

His mother raised an eyebrow, as to urge him to answer the question that was obviously on both their minds.

Will looked between them nervously. "Yes, she has agreed."

His mother squealed and bounded over in what seemed like a four of a second. And in those killer heels, too. Skills, woman, skills.

"How wonderful! And you're so adorable! I can't believe how much you've grown!"

It was my turn to be uneasy. "I beg your pardon? Have we met before?"

She laughed. "No, darling, not personally, but your aunt and I are good friends, but I did see you a couple years back at the-"

I cut her off before she could finish her thought. I knew where it was going. And she was willing to let it slip out so easily. "I did see you a couple years back at the funeral..."

Not something Will needed to know right now. I didn't want to become a charity project of emotions for him. Not if I had the chance to let someone treat me normally for once. Not that anything in the present situation could be considered normal.

"Yes, I think I remember you now. How lovely to see you."

It came out rather stiffly, but she didn't seem to notice. She leaned forward and gave me a short squeeze, leaving me with the after smell of Versace.

However, it was when documents were pulled out of an antique looking desk that I felt myself about to be sick. Oh please, dear lord, just maintain your composure. You don't want to ruin this pretty dress. Even if it was on sale.

My hand was nearly vibrating when I filled the blank with my name in the most elegant script I could manage, and at that moment, I wrote my future away. Don't worry, I told myself.

Something good will come out of this.

I hope.