Fan Fiction ❯ Strange Somethings ❯ ch2 ( Chapter 2 )

Secrets and Stories
2

"Please to meet you Christen." John flashed me another of those amazing smiles. God, I'd never had a guy smile at me like that before. Damn, he was fit.

"Umm- yeah, you too." Right, yeah. Real Smooth Chris. I looked away with a blush, I can't believe that I'm dumb enough to think that he might like me ! He didn't seem to mind my lousy greeting though so I guess that's something.

"Have you looked around yet?" I turned back to look at him and felt the blush spread up to my ears and down my neck.

"Err- N-no. No." Ohh good one, now we're on to stuttering. Real catch you are Christen. FLIRT WITH HIM YOU DOPE! Surely you know how to do that don't you?

I told myself to shut up and looked up at John with a smile of my own. I hate smiling but Janey said that I should do it more often so it's worth a shot. Right?

"No, I've only just arrived." There you go, you said a sentence without embarrassing your self. Just keep it up Christen. With a frown I realised that the annoying little voice in the back of my head sounded curiously like Janey's.

"Good, I haven't either. You want to walk round with me?" I gave a weak nod and barley remembered to shut my mouth to keep from gawping at him like a goldfish.

"Cool." We started off walking down the corridor, John in front and me lagging a bit behind, with the annoying Janey voice yelling at me all the time to say something, anything .

Luckily he was the first to speak and I was saved the trouble of having to come up with an actual intelligent sentence.

"Do you come here often, to Boscastle I mean?"

"Yeah, you bet every summer, how 'bout you?" I asked as an after thought afraid that he would think me weird for always coming to the same place.

"I come allot yeah. But I live here so it kind of makes sense."

"You live in Boscastle." Oh right yeah. Such an intelligent thing to say Christen. Gah! You're such a dunce.

"No, I live in Cornwall. Although it would be cool to live in Boscastle."

"Yeah. Where about in Cornwall do you live, Tintagel?" There see I'm capable of speech when I put my mind top it and I'm not starting to sound like a brain donna any more. Wow, it's actually pretty easy to speak to this guy.

"Polzeath. Have you ever been there before. It's quite cool actually. They've got a great bookshop called K S-"

"K Stotte. I know, Oh my god that's where our house is that grandma left us. Which house is yours?"

"That's awesome. Our house is- well you know the beach?"

"Yeah."

"Well you know the cliff on the... right of the beach. The one leading up to polzeath point?"

"Uh huh."

"Well it's the third one along on the right hand , the white one with the smoky blue beams and rafters."

"Oh wow, you're so close to the beach, you're so lucky. Our house is on the left of the beach, up by the 'Oyster Catcher' pub, it's just plain cream, can't remember the house number."

He laughed, a beautiful deep rich voice. Smokey and incredible. I suppressed a sigh as he flashed me another of those award winning smiles, feeling like a thief for taking what I am so clearly not worthy of.

Woah... See, I do have some poetic licence, that wasn't a bad last paragraph on the descriptive side, for me anyway. Tolkien or Rowling would make that seem like shit.

We didn't talk anymore whilst we were walking round, except for the occasional comment on witches or magic or whatever. Although for once in my life I wasn't completely concentrating on the items of witchcraft around me, instead I took the time to admire the boy in front of me.

Strawberry blonde hair, fell gracefully into cornflower blue eyes, cut into the nape of his neck and slightly longer than on most boys, with a sort of natural spikiness to it. Handsome features, elegant eyebrows and eyes and lips. Perfect white teeth and still rather boyish features. Very bishounen. He was very well shaped too. And muscular, although he did have a slender frame. Long lean legs. Great shoulders, not wide and overly butch but not narrow and feeble either. The shoulders lead down to the perfect V of his back that I can make out through his tight white top then further down to a tapered waist and the rounded curve of his ass...

Oh God has he ever got a nice ass...

He must have been talking to me because he turned around with a frown on his face and suddenly I was no longer staring at his ass but his crotch instead.

Oh hell.

"Christen, are you listening to me?"

"What? Oh- um- well."

He laughed, he has a beautiful laugh.

"It doesn't matter if you weren't. I was just saying that I wish that I could do magic, don't you."

"Definitely. Who wouldn't." He gave a small frown and I wondered vaguely what was the matter but just as quickly as the frown came it went, leaving his stunning smile in its place.

I felt my breath catch and I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Come on, I think we should go."

"Why's that." He just shrugged and smiled with his hands in his pockets before taking my hand- consequently leaving me breathless to protest- and pulled me down and out of the door.

He let go of my hand once we were out side and I was once again able to speak. Seeking out my parents sitting on the bench where we'd had our icecream I raced over and I felt rather than heard the footsteps of my new friend following me.

"Hey Chris, who's your friend."

"Mum, Dad, this is John."