Always And Forever Mine

Chapter 7

We walked up so Slater's house and the closer we got the more beautiful the house seemed. I assumed the door was unlocked since Slater grabbed hold of the door knob and turned it, opening the door and moving out the way so that I may pass through. I couldn't believe my eyes as I walked through the threshold of his home.

The furniture and decorations in the house where beautiful antique pieces. I was thankful. I honestly would have been disappointed if any modern day decorations and furniture destroyed the antique house. This house really is marvelous. From the outside all the way through the inside.

"The house was on the property when my parents purchased it. Mother was in love with the house and we decided to make the move out here. Slater says staring at me as I'am left speechless.

"It's really something." Is all I can manage to say.

I walked into a room that seemed like it would have held beautiful balls back in the 1800's. I laid my eyes on the grandfather clock, you can tell that it has been there for years but someone loved it enough to take enough care of it as much as possible.

"You must love it here." I say to Slater who was watching me curiously as I walked around his home.

"It's not really my thing." He says shrugging his shoulders and then butting down on his lip ring.

"Oh. I would have assumed you know since it must come with so much history. I say placing my hand on the grandfather clock.

"Yea. It comes with loads of history." I turn to Slater who is staring off in to space in deep thought. He seems to be distracted by something or some memory. I walk towards him to see if he will come back to reality, and he does.

"It's just to big." he says and again shrugs his shoulders. I didn't know much about Slater. hell in knew nothing about him, but I wondered who his family consisted of for him to say that his family is to big. All I've heard him talk about was him and his parents, so maybe that's it.

I stop a few steps away from Slater and we stand there in silence. Is he always this quiet. I mean with in the past twenty minutes I've gotten to know more about him, but there's just something off about him. I can tell already that him shrugging his shoulders is his tell sign of him trying to lie or step around something. When he bites his lip piercing I can tell he is nervous.

"So are you hungry or thirsty?" Slater says rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe that means that he's nervous. Why are I'am I so obsessed with trying to figure him out.

"No. I'm good, thanks though." I say. maybe I'm the weird one to him. Not making any conversation. Just showing up randomly in the woods where his home happens to be. Yup, I'm the weird one. In my defense I was given his address by our teacher.

"So this library of yours..." I say, but I'am interrupted by Slater before I can finish my sentence.

"Yes! Library, you'll love it with you being into English and all. " He bites his lip ring after speaking. Is he nervous or excited? He is confusing. He leads me up the stairs where we are greeted by a huge long hallway with multiple rooms and old portraits. Maybe from the people who once occupied this home before Slater and his family.

"Where's that portrait?" I point to the empty space on the wall where a portrait once hung. I only knew because of the outline of the frame stained onto the wall. Slater stops and then seems to put on either his confused face, or his I'm trying to think of a lie face.

"I don't know, I don't think I've ever seen it before." He says while shrugging his shoulders. Lie. But why lie about a portoirt. He probably broke it while arguing with his parents or something.

He confine to walk down the long hall passing portrait after portrait and door after door. Marble statues also held places in the long hall. Small but beautiful. Who ever most have owned this house how ever long ago must have been royalty. Or the closest thing to it.

We reach the end of the hall where there are two grand double doors. Slater takes hold of both door knobs and pushes the doors open. I'am instantly brought into heaven.

"Wow." is all I can say when I lay my eyes at the book cases filled with books after books. It's a little bit half the size of a public library and has the same library smell. The smell of new and old books invades my body as I inhale. I really do love books and this is absolutely incredible.

"You coming in or what?" Slater says with a smile playing on his lips. I smile back and walk into the library. We walk to the table in the center of the room and I lay my bag down in the long table. Without any okay from Slater I begin to walk around the library, running my fingers through all the books. I'm one of the biggest book worm's I know and I have always wanted a library like this. Filled with books, old books, new books, historical books.

I look over at Slater who is standing by the table. He was staring at me watching my every move. Most girls would have giggled and would have confidently walked over to talk to him. His looked deep in thought staring at everyone of my movements. I was staring directly at him and I guess he didn't care that I was cause he didn't look away.

I nervously flushed and looked away breaking our stare off. Why is he so weird. Who just stares at people like that? So not only is he the mysterious bad boy who's into history and lives in a huge White House in the middle of the woods, he's the weird guy who likes to stare at people. All signs point to danger and I should be leaving this house.

If I wasn't so into trying to figure people out, especially Slater Hale, I would have found some stupid excuse to leave. Clearly I have no brain because I find myself walking towards the table towards Slater. He was leaning over the table still staring at me. When I got closer he looked and pulled out a chair and sat down.

"So where are your parents?" I asked pulling out the other only chair at the table and sat down. He looked at me and bite down on his lip. Maybe he was uncomfortable with this question.

"Their not here." he said and looked away from me.

"Oh. Working?" I said. I shoud ha just kept quiet and talked about our shool work.

"Yea you can say that." he said still looking away from me. I decded to drop te subject on his parents. He didn't seem to interested in them. Which was only another thing to add to the list of Slater Hale.We kept quiet for a while reading over our project packets. Slater was the first to speak.

"So what book are you thinking of?" Slater said finally looking my way. I wasn't to sure on what book I wanted to do for out project. We could pick any book we wanted as long as it was school appropriate.

"What book where you thinking of?" I asked. maybe he had an idea I what he wanted.

"I don't know." he said. "Wait, what about Twilight." he said looking at me with a serious expression. You have got to be kidding me. Twilight!i mean sure it was a a good read, but it was typical teenage bullshit. Except that it involved  vampires and werewolf's. He couldn't be serious.

"Don't be so quick to turn it down. I mean sure compared to the multiple options we have, choosing Twilight may be a bit ridiculous, but with our brains put together we can show the many meanings behind twilight rather than a hormonal teenage girl falling for an immortal blood sucker." he said looking at me with wide eyes. I still wasn't on team Twilight but he did make a valid argument. He looked at me and then quickly looked down.

"Forget it, it was a stupid idea." he said still looking down. I suddenly felt guilty for turning down his idea so quickly. I mean he had a point there were many ways to interpret Twilight rather than for what it really is.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said speaking to slater. he shook his head giving me permission to ask away.

"Why would you randomly pick Twilight." I said raisin my eyebrow. Slater took a deep breathe to think about his answer.

"I don't know. I guess I can sort of relate to it in a way." he said looking back at me.

Relate? how can you relate to a love story involving vampires and werewolf's?