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• Chapter 12—
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• I gawked at the word that had somehow found its way onto the sheet. Maybe I was hallucinating. I had to be! Words don’t just suddenly write themselves in people’s notebooks! To make matters worse, the word was written in Eros’ handwriting font. I envied him. I had to prove I was mistaken, so I gripped my pen and wrote down his name again, but this time I put a question mark behind it.
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• Yeeeeeeeeeessssss???
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• See? Obviously the magical notebook could only say ‘Yes’. Nothing too special, right? Of course not! I was just imagining things! Forcing a smile, I closed the notebook smugly. That scratchy sound came back. A chill shot up my spine and I shut my eyes, hoping the noise would stop. It didn’t. I growled inwardly and reopened to the same page.
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• Jamie, stop panicking and let me explain what’s going on. No, your notebook isn’t magical. Yes, it is me, Eros (I think we’ve established that much.) Apparently you were thinking about me enough to contact me by writing down my name. Your magic is progressing. Good work!!! Now, what is it that you wanted to talk about?
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• Holy crap....it was Eros! And he just....on the page....and I....CONFUSED! I shook my head vigorously, the excitement finally setting in. I hurriedly scribbled a response.
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• I’m terribly lost, but I can deal with it later. Hi, Eros!!!! ^-^
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• Hello, Jamie.
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• This is so cool! So I can talk to you through writings now?!
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• Yes. I’m very impressed with you.
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• You’ll get used to it. So Whatsup?
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• Nothing, you sorta caught me at a bad time. But it’s fine now that I’m talking to you.
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• I giggled, the butterflies in my stomach multiplying by the hundreds. Everything was so much better now that I didn’t have to listen to Mrs. Pier’s babbling.
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• I’m sorry. What were you doing before I interrupted?
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• For some reason, it took him a while to answer. What was he thinking?
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• Nothing... I was just chopping something and it seems that when you write, your words appear on the bottom side of my arm, so I was caught off guard and I—
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• Eros did you cut yourself?!?!
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• Well, yes, but it’s nothing too serious, Jamie.
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• “TEACHER MAY I BE EXCUSED!” I yelled, standing up with my hand in the air. Mrs. Pier and the other students turned around to stare at me.
• “For what?” she asked.
• “Uhh....err....I have really bad diarrhea!” I responded clutching my stomach.
• She cleared her throat and motioned for me to leave. I thanked her quickly and sped-walked out of the room, through the double doors, and as soon as I was outside, I started in a dead sprint towards my house. Knowing Eros, he was probably using a knife big enough to cause more than just minimal damage. And then he would just run some water over it and call it fixed. The sound of my Converse thudding on the asphalt was drowned out by my heavy breathing—I wasn’t made for long distances—I wouldn’t stop even if my lungs were about to burst. So what if I was overreacting? I wanted to see for myself that he was alright and not have to wait 2 or 3 hours longer.
• I cut through someone’s yard to the alley way, I didn’t want to be seen running away from school instead of to it. Dogs barked at me as I passed them and ran with me until their fences ended. My only thought was his name. It grew more frantic when I realized I was slowing down. I had three more blocks to go till I reached my street, then I’d have to run down a long dirt path to get to the house. No, I couldn’t stop now. I forced my legs to keep moving even though they were threatening to give out at any moment. I had never run this long without pausing before. What had gotten into me? It felt as if there was an invisible rope tied around my waist, pulling me along to guide me to Eros. A smile found its way to my lips and I laughed out loud as tears welled up in my eyes. Then I saw it, the white house beckoning me to its haven. I hadn’t noticed that I’d been sprinting for so long and so fast that I’d arrived there. I jumped over the 4 steps with just as much energy and bursted through the door.
• “EROS!” I called at the top of my lungs. His shoes clattered on the wood as he rounded the corner of the kitchen. His eyes widened in shock.
• “Jamie?” he said. I rushed to him and without a second thought, pounced on him with the remainder of my strength.
• “I’m so glad you’re alright!” I cried.
• “How’d you get here so fast?!” he gawked.
• “That doesn’t matter.” I said. “Where’d you cut yourself?”
• Eros, too stunned for words, lifted his left arm to show a long cut from his palm all the way down to the dip in his elbow. It was still bleeding heavily. Gasping, I dashed to the kitchen, retrieved a dish towel, and soaked it in water. He got up and followed me like he was curious as to why I was doing all of this. The dripping of his blood frightened me to the point where I almost started crying. I grabbed his arm, forgetting where he was cut—he seethed and winced when my thumb pressed on the red line—and immediately wiped his arm down with the rag until it was free of blood for the time being. I then dragged him down the hall to the living room where I sat him on the couch so I could go to my room and fetch my sewing kit. He seemed oblivious to his pale arm and the fact he transformed when I hugged him.
• Once I returned, I rested his arm on my lap and got to work. I admit I was extremely queasy when it came to seeing blood, but I needed to do this for both of us.
• “Jamie, OW, Jamie wait, DARN IT, give me a sec—OW!” he winced as the needle plunged and resurfaced his skin.
• “Shut-up Eros! I need to concentrate so I can do this correctly.” I ordered.
• “Yes, I know but, *wince* could you slow down?” he pleaded. I looked at his face and noticed he really meant it. He was biting his lip with his cheeks raised.
• “Are you....are you crying?!” I asked, flabbergasted.
• “What does it look like?!” he barked, blushing.
• “But.....why?”
• “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly normal anymore! Plus you’re killing me with that needle!” he squealed.
• I refrained myself from pointing out the fact that he was never normal.
• Sighing, I quietly agreed and continued with the stitches. It was really gross to watch his skin lace together with the black thread.
• (jeez, Eros is so clumsy!! ^-^. haha, well, plz vote and comment, i hope you enjoyed this chapter! 10-12 votes for the next chapter please! thank you!~Dott)