To Want You

17

I somehow ended up falling asleep after many attempts of trying to enjoy the movie like what Abel suggested. Enjoy it though? Horror and enjoy don't work together in my vocabulary as far as I'm aware. How on earth am I suppose to enjoy something I have no interest for? And to top it all, something that's suppose to trigger your anxiety and nervousness? I'll probably have to live a thousand years before I can watch a whole movie without harboring any fear. I gave up after twenty minutes and resided to just pressing myself against Abel's side. Sometime in the middle of the movie, I suddenly was transported from my seat to his. Murmurs and chatters fill the room, buzzing by my ear like an annoying mosquito. Motions beneath me lures me to consciousness. I squint my eyes for the next five seconds, recalling what had happened prior before I fell asleep.

Right.

Mrs Parker left us and told us to enjoy ourselves.

Abel winded up getting us tickets for a movie using his mother's black card.

And the movie choice just had to be horror. After hearing about the genre he chose, my skin literally flared up with bumps of chills.

The lights are flickered on, illuminating the whole studio. Abel shifts and stashes the empty bucket of popcorn into a plastic as I finally detach myself from him, rubbing my eyes. People after people leave the room while conversing about how awesome the movie was. As I pick up a few scenes or two, I give myself a little gratitude for falling as sleep. Had I seen through, I don't think i'd be able to return home. Abel stretches his arms as he stands, ushering me to follow him out in silence. My stance is a little wobbly as I trail behind him, leaving the room that's rolling credits. Once outside, the weather's as expected. Grey clouds have hovered over the sky, looming the city with a shade from the heavens. A blanket of rain showers the area as I watch branches and leaves from trees dance with the strong breeze.

Abel stares into the distance with a face I can't read. Perhaps he's criticizing the weather like it's a curse bestowed upon him. I mean, he does hate the rain so that's probably it. I drag my feet to stand beside him.

"What are you waiting for? We should get going."

"I didn't bring an umbrella." As he says that, I notice he's facing towards the parking area where a crimson red hood stands out from the rest. Is he worried he'll get wet? Shouldn't that be a cat's characteristic? Last time I checked, he's a wolf and not a cat. He probably caught on to my judging stare and instantly steps back with a sneer.

"What are you doing?"

I slip from hoodie I had on, which was at least three times my size. It's to be expected since it wasn't mine to begin with. I kinda noticed the weather before we left and I took the intended motion taking it from one of Abel's closet. He's lucky I brought it. I shove the sweater in his chest, at a stroke feeling the chilly atmosphere from the indoor air conditioner. The ominous weather from outside just sums the whole ordeal up.

"What does it look like I'm doing? You can use this. Here."

Abel blinks once.

Then twice. If he stares any longer, I feel like he'll summon a hole to eat me up.

After what feels like forever, he diverts his attention at the piece of clothing in his hand. "What the hell am I suppose to do with this?"

I shrug my shoulders, wondering why he's asking such an obvious question. Huffing a strand of my hair out of my face, I figured if he can't take a hint, might as well just do it for him. I snatch the sweater from his hand and work to drape it. The task's almost impossible considering my unfair height. Somewhat embarrassing since I have to get on my tippy toes in order to reach his shoulders.

"There. Now you won't get wet. Let's go." I end my respond with a flick of the hoodie up. It ends up shadowing his whole face, making me miss the chance to see his expression irk up with confusion before irritation strikes in. I already have my back turned, heading the direction of the exit which two floors below.

Blackness suddenly swallows my view from out of no where. When I take the source away from me, it's the same sweater I handed Abel. The silver head boy walks ahead of me, hands dug deep within his pockets as he says. "I'm fine. Worry about yourself. I don't want you falling sick again."

A warm feeling plays with my heartstrings hearing him say that. Moments like this are the times I find to be so interesting. Whenever Abel tries to act all cool but ends up looking like a baby with his ears burning a shade of red. He's not one to be all cheesy and neither do I, but sometimes stuffs like this happen. It's inevitable.

With a grin on my face, I wear the sweater again and sigh with relief from the warmth. Abel wasn't afraid of getting wet. He was worried I'd get sick again due to this heavy rain fall. I think that's sweet. He tells me to wait beside the entrance before sprinting into the heavy rain. At this point, I'm wondering who has the high chance of getting sick between us at this rate. Do werewolves get sick though? Loona did mention something about silver being a weakness and a passing event called 'heat' once they're fully grown. Anything about common cold or human sickness in general, I don't think i have. Perhaps they don't.

It doesn't take long before a red car flashes into my view and the window's rolled down to reveal my best ushering me in to come quickly. I spark up a smile, bringing my feet to motion.

Honestly, unlike before, I'm now curious to know more about Abel's kind right. This should be interesting.