Of Summer Nights

Awoken

Of Summer Nights

Chapter Three

Hey Guys! In a depressing mood so sorry if the chapters not up to scratch!!

The silhouette of a muscular body fell across the young priestesses, causing them to turn in a way that would surely hurt. They both looked up to see a torn expression etched onto the high cheek bones and southern features that were held perfectly by Jaime. His face fell as he heard Stevie Rae gasp, was she joking then now she was regretting saying it,

“Is? Is it tru..?” he managed to stutter. But he breathed a sigh of relief when she tilted her head forward a fraction, their eyes met in a love trance,

“I’ll leave you, you two to it.” Zoey excused herself and jogged towards the bluffs, where Grandma often took herself. The pair were silently grateful, but didn’t move their eyes. Jaime fell to his knees so he was level with her small eyes,

“I kinda hoped so.” He whispered his eyes were smouldering under the dying light.

 “I meant what I said.” She held his gaze and captured the happiness in his eyes as well as reaching out too place a hand on his exposed knee that produced under his beige shorts. She had been truthful, she liked him way more than Dallas, but she couldn’t feel for him more than what she ‘had’ with Rephaim, as much as she disliked it.

Jaime leaned in towards Stevie Rae’s soft face, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping but there was rough movement that could be seen as his eyeballs moved nervously under his lilac lids, his lips puckered ever so slightly they were moist and inviting. Stevie Rae hesitated, she had wanted to wait for a while longer before any of this, but when she saw his happy lips falter, she gently met hers to his she forgot about the reason for waiting, though the reason was just passing by, the last rays of light cast over the two teenagers, bathing them in the final bright lights of that summer night.

There they sat, after, in silence hand in hand. They stared towards the west, praying to Nyx and feeling the powers that the young Priestess held, she pulled the lavender round into a romantic circle that had a purple path leading back towards the cottage that Stevie Rae hoped had Zoey nestled somewhere within its clutches.

As the pair rose their hands broke apart, but they were within touching distance, and when they started walking they closed the small gap, chaffing their arms, that sent a fizzle of electricity up to their hearts filling them up with a light headed warmth. With each step they took each sheave of purple bent its stork as if to bow to the Red High Priestess and her seemingly new Human Consort.

Only as they walked did Stevie Rae realise how far she and Zoey had walked during the afternoon, though she didn’t mind. She and Jaime bounced down the makeshift path, grinning excitedly.  

They bounded in the cottage door together hand-in-hand, both looking thoroughly pleased with themselves. And during the rest of the evening, they didn’t let each other out of their sights. While Jaime cooked dinner, both they stood giggling and chatting much like Stevie Rae and Zoey did. When Stevie Rae explained the rules of Chicken Chasing, he hung on to every word, an outsider would think it was dire and boring yet if you took a look into Jaime’s eyes you’d see they were totally absorbed.

Zoey and Grandma spent the evening exchanging surprised or confused looks. But never once did they break the bubble that it seemed the couple were ‘floating’ in, never once did either of them interrupt too question the senseless conversations that was exchanged. They had a bit more respect than that.

(Bedtime)

When it came to going to bed Zoey had to force the young couple apart, during their goodnight kiss. Yes, Zoey was jealous but now she knew enough to let a boy come between her friendships. She had made up her mind to return to the House of Night tomorrow, while the couple giggled in the kitchen Zoey had been talking to her other best friend, Grandma would understand, so she told her what had happened in the field and how to stop her jealousy ruining her best friends relationship with her ‘consort,’ she would return to the House of Night and spend the rest of the holiday with Stark and the Twins when they returned. Grandma agreed though she was disappointed that the time she had to spend with her granddaughter had been cut short.

When the two priestesses were lying in their bed Zoey decided it was best too tell Stevie Rae her plans,"

“Uh, Stevie Rae?” she asked quietly.

“Sup Z?” her voice seemed far away and dreamy like she was thinking of something else.

“I’m going back to the House of Night tomorrow.” Not wanting to upset her best friend she said it quickly so it came out more “imabatohhouseonigh” which unless you had the worlds most amazing hearing, you can’t understand a word that was said. Stevie Rae didn’t have the world’s most amazing hearing, though it was quiet good.

“Z, what was that?” she sat up to look at Zoey, “Hey, why you so jittery?” Zoey was shaking just a bit, she kind of didn’t know why. She repeated more slowly,

“I'm going back to the House of Night. I don’t want my jealousy getting in the way of you and Jaime. And before you say any thing I think you should stay longer, Jaime and you are real good together.” Stevie Rae flopped back down on her bed, she looked exactly how Zoey didn’t want, upset.

“Z, I don’t wanna stay with out you. Stuff Jaime.” Goddess Zoey felt bad now. “Stevie Rae, keep your Okie but on this farm or so help me I’ll tie you to that air bed of yours.” Stevie Rae giggled at Zoey's serious face. That made Zoey giggle, and then throw her self off her double bed on the tiny bed that Stevie Rae had for the week, making both girls giggle a lot more, especially after Zoey rolled off Stevie Rae’s shaking body, and landed heavily on the floor, banging her limbs, hard.

“Hey, maybe he’ll be the one too replace Dallas!” Zoey sounded excited, more excited than Stevie Rae, though she did squeak feigning excitement. They lay in silence for a while until there was a light knock at the door, and slowly Grandma pulled herself into the room sitting on the edge of Zoey’s bed.

“Zoebird,” she glanced at Zoey, “Stevie Rae,” she glanced down towards her adopted granddaughter, “I know Jaime, has come between you two during this week, so I've decided to let him off.” Her short sentence caused both girls to comment and groan in outrage, neither girl wanted him to go. Sylvia laughed at some kind of joke the girls were surely missing, she looked at both girls again and said, “Ah, girls I got you. Jaime has been a great help, why on earth would I let him go?” this caused Zoey to nudge her grandma’s back with her big toe, and Stevie Rae to laugh in relief, though she had only known him a few day she still felt bad if her and Zoey had been the reason for him loosing a job.

(An hour or two later.)

The room was silent and there was no sound to be heard even if you strained to hear, though if you were to be awake when the night was this silent you would have to quiet strange. Out on the street nothing was moving, no car dared disturb to silence and no bird felt inclined to make a slight sound and disturb the black night. There was no visible moon within the starless sky, just sad grey clouds. There was one small movement, under a bush; if you were to look out of a window you would probably miss it.

Grandma had left the girls room chuckling to her self as if she had told an incredibly funny joke, and both girls had huffed at her and after saying their goodnights to each other they both flopped down to sleep, peacefully.

They did sleep peacefully, until one of the girls was woken abruptly, by a voice her head?

Hey guys, that’s the end of this chapter. Sorry for the Cliffy!!

I wonder if anyone can guess who gets woken and who by??!! Sorry everyone bout the whole Grandma-says-Jaime-left, thing it was basically to make the chapter longer!!