Wybie and Coraline go camping
"Camping?" Coraline asks Wybie in an almost suspicious voice.
"Well yeah." Wybie might have grown in the past few years but he still has that almost nervous smile.
"Sure." She says with a smile. Why not? Should be fun.
"Oh good!" He turns from her and stalks away. "See you tonight!" He calls.
She already knew where they would meet, the same place they met every day to hang out. Near the well, where they first ever met. It had been four years since all that had happened with the Beldam. Though Coraline had found Wybie pretty annoying to begin with, she had soon found a good friend. And then she had begun to crush on him. Throughout the years that crush had intensified into somthing pretty close to love.
And Coraline is beautiful. Her vivid blue hair is long now, shiny and soft. Her eyes had had grown a lighter more beautiful colour, surronded by long, thick lashes. She still had the freckles, but they fit beautifully onto her pale, creamy skin. She grew tall too, willowy. Beautiful.
But Wybie hadn't turned out too bad either. He still had that slightly hunched, awkward stance, but he had grown tall, just barley taller than Coraline. His skin is still that dark colour, flawless and gorgeous. His wild dreadlocks were still roughly the same length and only a slighter darker colour.
Coraline couldn't help but feel shaky at the thought of spending the night with Wybie, maybe tonight... something might happen... Maybe.
The passed in a blur, Coraline couldn't help herself from bouncing in excitment at the thought of it all. Her. Wybie. Alone in a tent. She shivers in aticipation.
That night she meets Wybie by the well. She was wearing her yellow raincoat and her usual brown boots. She smiles at him and he smiles back, that same old smile. He's wearing his usual black and white striped jacket.
"So, you got a tent?" She asks, walking forward with him.
"Of course!" He pointed to the direction they are walking.
A lime green tent, barely big enough for one of them. A shiver runs through her and warmth pools into her stomach. Excited, she turns to him with a grin.
"Race yah!" She yells and bolts towards.
"Nu-uh!"
He chases after her, both of them laughing. She reaches the tent and dives into it, landing on the cold floor. A second later a heavy weight lands on her back and she huffs out a loud breath.
"Fat lump!" She yells, rolling him and her over.
She finds herself on top of him suddenly, both of them laughing breathlessly. She manages to grab ahold of his wrists and place them in one of hers. She then began to tickle him furiously. He laughed and squirmed, crying out. She underestimated his strength though, soon he was free and they flipped positions. But he could actually keep ahold of her, she couldn't break his grip. She squirmed and wriggled but he held her tightly, pinning her wrists to the cold floor. Soon though, his wiggling fingers stopped and their laughter slowed. As did their breathing. Coraline breathing was heavy and as she looked in Wybies beautiful eyes she could feel a blush begin to spread across her cheeks and her heart began to pound. Warmth pooled into her stomach. Wybie was having an alike reaction.
Suddenly he pulls away and rolls over. After a moment things return to normal. Wybie begins to ramble on about some bug or somthing whilst Coraline listens and injects her own comment and laughter here and there.
Later that night they gathered around a fire. The heat radiating from it was luscious, Coraline sat back, her back pressed firmly against a falled tree. Its cold but she doesn't mind. She closes her eyes and soaks up the warmth, letting a small hum come from her throat.
"Hey Coraline?" Wybies voice breaks through her peace.
She opens one eye to see him pretty close. She opens her other eye and stared into his dark ones.
"W - Wybie?" She stammers, suddenly nervous.
He leans closer, his cheeks a furious pink. Just for a second, a simple wonderful second, she thought he was going to kiss her. But then he pulls away for a second.
"I'm going to bed." He says, in a strange voice.
She watches with wide as as he chucks water over the fire and heads over to the tent. She waits until her breathing slows along with her heart and then she stands almost shakily and walks towards the tent. She slips through it and then zips it up. She turns slowly towards him. He's lying back, his jacket gone. In its place black and white striped pj's. Cute. She unzips her jacket and throws it to the side. Underneath it is a black shirt. She kicks her shoes off and plops down on the blanket that they had set up before. She lies down silently.
"G'night Whybie." She says, trying to sound normal.
"Night Coraline." He says in the same, completely and utterly fake nocholante tone.
But she can't sleep. She stays wide awake for a long time, all too aware of Wybie so close to her. Slowly, she turns around and faces him. His face is slack with sleep and body relaxed. Even in the darkness she can make out his face, every little detail. She slides a little closer, nervous suddenly.
"He's asleep, he's asleep, he won't know..." She whispers to herself over and over.
She leans forward, body shaking and nerves jangles. She shuts her eyes and does it. Her lips brush the corner of his mouth. She jumps slightly in surprise when a hand touches her cheek. She opens her eyes to see wide brown eyes staring into hers. She blushes brightly, her mouth dropping in shock.
"I - I'm sorry Wybie I just -"
"I like you too Coraline." He says in a soft voice, eyes gentle.
Her eyes widen in disbelief but then before she can say a word his lips are on hers and she's burning on the inside, skin tingling she throws her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she's got. He makes a low noise of surprise and suddenly she finds herself flat on her back and her arms around him and his are around her and the kisses are fast and hungry but sweet and gentle.
Finally.
They are together.
