Ditching the Demons

Because People Are Not Always Who You Think They Are

Because People Are Not Always Who You Think They Are

When they got back to Grandma Rosie's house, Dru set Myra down in front of the door, and knocked on its hard wood. They waited. Grandma Rosie did not come. Dru knocked again, sounding much more insistent. Still, no one came. Dru slumped forward and his forehead hit the door with a low thudding sound.

"What is it with these hags and locking all their doors on us? She's probably gabbing with her sister again," he moaned.

"In that case why don't we just sit here and wait for them."

"Sit?" Dru's eyes widened when he saw what Myra sat on. "Is that a swing for more than one person?"

Myra giggled a bit at his question. "Yep, it's called a porch swing, because it's generally found on porches." Dru continued to stare at it as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. "You can sit on it with me, if you like," Myra offered.

Snapping out of his daze, the silver haired demon smiled and strode over to the swing. He quickly made himself comfortable beside her. They sat peacefully, side-by-side for a while. Both had their hands in their laps, and their shoulders brushed slightly.

"Dru?" Myra asked quietly. "Why were you so polite to my mom-and careful not to say certain things around her-when you were just charming her the whole time anyway?"

"You noticed, eh?"

Myra nodded.

Dru smiled gently while looking down at his hands. "Because 'charming' is just that: a charm. And charms are only temporary magic. They wear off after a while, and when the individual who was charmed 'comes to their senses' they remember everything that happened while they were under the spell. I wanted to leave a favorable impression on your mother, without giving her reason to be concerned about you later.

"The letter I wrote before should help though. Words can hold a charm indefinitely. Anyone who reads it will find comfort in its words, no matter how many times it is read." He continued to focus on his hands, watching his thumbs twirl around each other. "You wouldn't believe how many times I wish it was that easy with you."

Yea, probably more times than I can count, Myra thought.

Dru continued, "But the truth is, no matter how much I wish you would care for me as much as I do for you, I can't bear to force you to change. You are so lovely in your quirky, unpredictable ways. In all my life, I've never found anyone so uniquely and completely alluring."

Myra suddenly felt her cheeks warm up. She turned away from him to hide her blush, hoping that he hadn't already seen. This was so strange; Dru was always forthcoming about his feelings toward her, so why was she suddenly being affected by it?

A frightening thought came to her mind.

Is it possible? Could I actually be falling for Dru?

She would have never imagined herself with such an unreserved playboy, but she realized now that-for whatever reason, either he had changed or she had grown more accustomed to his character-she found him much more enjoyable to be around. Then there was the blush; it was not caused simply by embarrassment, she knew that. And not only was she feeling warm in her cheeks, she was also starting to get warm fluttery feelings in her stomach. Or was it, on her stomach?

Wait a minute...

Myra turned back to her companion, her gaze as hard as steel. "Dru, get your hand out from under my shirt."

Pervert

"But you looked cold right there," he pouted while removing his hand from her abdomen. She had no idea how he had managed to press himself up against her and wrap his arm around her without her noticing.