Ever After

Chapter 8

“Weird How?”

William came over every day when he was done with classes. I was struggling with my history course and I had a major test coming up. Will was a whiz at history. He seemed to know everything, often stuff not even in our books, much to my amazement. This afternoon he was going over my test prep.

“Do you want Coke or Pepsi?” I asked him as I headed to the kitchen to get us something to eat.

“None for me. I’m good.” He was shuffling through my papers. “I’m not hungry, but you go ahead and eat.” He didn’t look up from the jumble of history papers on the coffee table we had in the living room. He was holding a pen with his teeth, engrossed in his work.

“You can eat here; ya know we do have food here.” I snapped feeling slightly annoyed. He never seemed hungry and if he did eat, he just nibbled.

“Oh no I can’t,” he mumbled, thinking I couldn’t hear him.

“What is it with you Will? You won’t come to dinner; you seem to eat very little when you are here. When the hell do you eat?” I was kind of mad at him. I had baked cookies from scratch last week and believe me I don’t do the whole baking thing. I thought I’d do something nice for him. I was pissed he never even tried one cookie. He said he ate them when he got home, but I wondered if he was lying to me.

“I eat. I… just have a sensitive stomach.” He winked at me. It was hard to be angry with him, giving me that gorgeous smile of his. It was getting late now and we had to finish up. Dad was due home, so we wrapped up our study time. Will headed home, since he had an early class the next morning.

Later that night I sat up in bed, my mind was rolling with thoughts and questions. I couldn’t stop thinking. I feared my medication would be needed if I started thinking too much. I thought of something better and grabbed a notebook to get all the nutty thoughts out of my head. I flipped to a blank page, got a pen and began to scribble down the questionable information in my head. I sat thinking hard of all the things I knew about William. The things that seemed a bit… odd.

*STRANGE THINGS*

Hardly ever eats around me. Apparently doesn’t sleep much either.

Doesn’t like going outside for long on sunny days.

Very honorable and well behaved (you know what area!)

Absolutely hates the sight of blood (more than normal if you ask me.)

Has not told me anything about his childhood.

Changes subject when I mention meeting his parents or family.

Speech is articulate, not like typical guys. (I love the English accent!)

Wears sunglasses all the time even on cloudy days (maybe he is trying to be ultra cool but it is a bit weird).

*KIND OF NORMAL* (or stuff I just love)

Does eat a little. - He ate a Big Mac at McDonalds the other day…and he seems to like Taco Bell?

Extremely good at kissing (too good)…. no complaints on that!

Always there for me (I can call him at 2 a.m. and he’s awake). He always seems to be awake.

Respects me. A LOT!

Very in tune with his emotions (cool but not like regular guys).

His touch drives me crazy.

His eyes are amazing. (I’m hoping he doesn’t wear tinted contacts because I love the deep blue color they are!)

Did I say his eyes were amazing? (Oops I did) Adorable hair. Cool car. Cool clothes.

Just too cute! (sigh!)

I sat looking over the list; I wasn’t stupid. I grew up hearing Gran’s stories about mythical creatures and even monsters. I never paid much attention to them really. She said that very often we never knew when they were around since they were masters of disguise. I always thought she was just trying to tease me. I knew she had books on all kinds of stuff like that, but honestly, I didn’t have the guts to go looking for one of them. I preferred not to think weird stuff like fairies and monsters existed. I believed in angels…of course but not the other things.

I didn’t care really, Will could be a total weirdo, and I would still love him. I closed my eyes thinking of him, smiling to myself. Could he be something other than just a plain old teenage boy? Was he something special, an angel maybe? Will was an angel to me, a guardian angel. I sighed, closing the notebook. Whatever or whoever he was did not matter. I loved him regardless. I had to stop over thinking things; it wasn’t doing me any good.