[ It’s been a freaking long time. D:
This one’s going to be really really long because I could either break it down into small little pieces or get it over with. I’m kind of rushing this story because I came up with it a while ago, and I just want to put it down more for myself than for anyone else (sorry guys xD) but I might as well let someone read it. I just want to get the main events down, so there will be very few supporting scenes. ]
Win was walking across campus with Opal, talking.
“So are you going to that party?” Opal asked, brushing her dark curly hair back out of her face.
The smaller girl sighed. “I don’t think so. I’m not much of a partygoer…”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!”
It was a familiar conversation. There was a big party coming up, and most of Win’s friends were going, including Opal. She really wasn’t the best party person, though when she did go it was usually fun, and Opal thought that this was ridiculous. She didn’t seem to understand why somebody wouldn’t want to go.
“I know, just…”
Opal rolled her eyes. “Come on Win, I’d love to see you there.”
Sighing again, Win closed her eyes. “Alright, alright, I’ll think about it.”
“Great!” Opal grinned at her, she had the most infectious smile…Win couldn’t help but smile back. “Is Jack coming?”
“I don’t know, I’ll ask him if he wants to.” Shrugging, Win looked at her watch. “I’d better be heading home.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, then!” They hugged, briefly. “And at that party, because you’re definitely coming.”
“I just said I’ll think about it,” Win replied. “But we’ll see, hm?”
Nodding, Opal waved and hurried off. Win turned in a different direction, heading home.
Jack was standing in the center of the main room, a laptop open on the couch and a mirror propped up against the wall. In his hands he had his three linking rings, and he was practicing some new trick. When the door closed he was in the middle of tossing one of them in the air, and it slipped out of his fingers and fell on the floor, clanging loudly.
“Sorry,” Win said.
He bent over, picking the ring up and dropping all three of them on the couch by the computer. “Not your fault. I’ve been dropping these things for almost an hour now. I was going to take a break anyway.”
“An hour? When did you start?”
Screwing up his face in thought, he said, “Three…?”
“Jack, it’s been two hours.” Win smiled, shaking her head slightly and putting her bag down by the couch.
“Really? Shit.” Jack searched around for a bit for the box. It was plain cardboard, and rather beat up. Win had always wondered why he never got a new one. “I don’t like spending so much time on these things, but I was so close to getting it…”
She flopped down on the couch, sighing. “I still don’t get why you don’t like them. Is it because every magician has them?”
Shaking his head, Jack picked up the computer and sat down next to her. “No, when I was younger I used to think that I couldn’t be a real magician until I got a set. I don’t like to talk about them though.”
Win lifted one eyebrow, she was dying to know. Jack never spoke about his past, not a mention of his family or high school life apart from one person that he brought up every now and then, and it made Win curious. But she wasn’t going to push it, and to take her mind off of the problem she started on her homework.
It was only when she curled up next to Jack in order to go to sleep – they had two bedrooms, but there was something comforting and nice about sleeping with another warm body next to you – that she mentioned the party.
“So…you know that party so many people are going to?” she asked, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Mmm? What about it?” Jack put an arm around her, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position.
“I was thinking of going. Opal’s been working on me all week. Do you think you’ll come?” If he went it would be like a lifeline, someone to cling to if she felt out of depth, but she wanted to spend time with Opal while she was there…
“Nah. I’m not much of a party person, and I’m surprised that you’re thinking of it. You don’t really strike me as one.” There was a smirk in his voice, and Win knew that he understood exactly what she was thinking…
“I can like parties,” she said indignantly. “Anyway. That’s cool, you don’t have to go. I’m just thinking about it.”
“Mmmhmm. Opal’s going.”
There was a quiet chuckle, and she received a kiss. “Goodnight, Win.”