Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

Nervous Of What?

        On Sunday morning, all we did was talk, Clay and I. I was confused, though, for he was still nervous about something of a mystery to me. The emotion never left him; it was like a piece of thread to cloth, and I wondered silently why.

        But I kept myself from doing just what I wanted to do most, the worst; connect with him. All this time we had trusted each other with our thoughts. I could not just throw that all away, not now.

        “Your diary entries are interesting. Of course, the content, like you said, isn’t all that great. But the way you write them; it’s like a mini story of your day. I like it.” He seemed satisfied with the information he had gathered since Friday.

        I had no doubt that Clay had spied on me yesterday morning, seeing what I would do, how I would react. It must have surprised him that I could be so disorganized. I wondered silently if he knew the reason. I wondered a lot of things on Sunday.

        I also knew that he liked me, but it seemed too soon for me to say the same for him. I didn’t know how much he liked me, but I knew that it was enough to want to stay in my house for this long, and that’s all I needed. Time will tell, I wondered how much time. I really just wanted to hit my head on the wall and get over this guy.

        Today was December the fifth. Christmas was slowly creeping in towards me. I never really thought about Christmas; there was never anyone to celebrate with.

        Last year, Cory’s mom was kind enough to invite me for dinner and gifts. They have a slightly different tradition, opening presents on Christmas Eve. I politely ate their turkey, knowing that I would have to spit it up later. There was no blood in it, which slightly angered me. I hoped that later was not before I had to leave.

        “What are you thinking about?” Clay thought—like me—that it was rude to connect with me out of curiosity. Instead he asked me out loud.

        “Christmas,”

 I answered his question with pure regret in my mind. Truthfully, I was just thinking about the future in general. I felt very immature just by thinking these thoughts. He didn’t seem to notice though; he was honest about not connecting with me.

“Well, what do you want to do?” Clay asked.

“I don’t know. I need to do something, though, before I get bored.” I laughed unthinkingly; my whole life was boring.

At that moment, I was surprised to hear my phone ring. “Don’t talk,” I warned Clay.

“Hello?” My musical voice stunned the person on the phone as I spoke clearly and with innocence.

“Hey, Luna, can we hang out today?” Cory’s voice shook into the speakers. I thought to myself, just when my life couldn’t get any more interesting.

“Oh, Cory,”

I spoke louder so that Clay could listen in. He already was; he couldn’t help it, he was a vampire. But I could sense a hint of sorrow in between the flow of nervousness.

He nodded his head; he got the message. Yeah, I need a break from gushing out all this truth. I need to work out the creativity side of my brain, exercise my lying abilities. I smiled before returning to my conversation.

“No, I’m not doing anything important right now. What do you want to do?” I acted with innocence; for a vampire it is easy stuff.

“Uh, okay. I guess we could just hang out for the day, my mom is making cookies and the snow is hard enough for a snowball fight.”