The pact

Vic and I got inside and he explained the situation to his mother. He told her that I had hit my head on the edge of the table yesterday, that I had a concussion and I that my parents weren’t home this week. Mrs. Fuentes didn’t mind at all and she even told me I could stay as long as I wanted to. I also think she knows what’s going on between me and Vic. His arm was around my waist the entire time we talked to his mother and she glanced down at it a few times. She had a big smile on her face, so I don’t think she minded.
Vic got back to school again and I got upstairs to his room. It was weird to be alone in his room and resisted the urge to go through his stuff. I got in his bed and tried to sleep, but for some reason I couldn’t. I knew that reading helps you fall asleep, so I walked over to the shelves on which Vic had put his books. He didn’t had a lot, he had told me one time that he didn’t read that much.
Then I remembered that Mike was a big fan of Harry Potter. Maybe it was time for me to read those books. Casey was also pressuring me all the time to read them, and that might just be the reason why I haven’t yet.
I walked over to Mike’s room and took ‘Harry Potter and the philosophers’ stone out of his bookcase. I walked back and settled myself between Vic’s sheets. While I was reading Mrs. Fuentes came up a few times to bring me soup or orange juice. She also asked me if I needed more sheets or pillows, but I thanked her and told her I didn’t need them. It was very sweet of her to be so nice to me. It felt for a moment like I had an actual mother. Not the pathetic one I had, but an actual caring one. It felt great honestly.
Although I didn’t want to look through Vic’s things without his permission, I did went to his closet to look through his sweaters. For some reason I was cold. I picked a plain black sweater and put it on. It smelled like a mix of detergent and Vic’s smell.
I went back to bed and to reading. That was actually all I did that afternoon. Harry had already arrived at Hogwarts when I fell asleep with the book on my stomach. I dreamed of talking hats and flying broomsticks that afternoon.
I was just dreaming that I flew from San Diego to Bristol on a broomstick when Vic woke me. “Luna, wake up” He gently said. “I’m home.”
I yawned and then looked through my lashes at Vic. I smiled at him. “Did you come here on a broomstick too?”
He raised an eyebrow. “What?”
I opened my eyes and suddenly remembered that I was in Vic’s room and not in Bristol. I chuckled at myself. “ Never mind, forget I said that.” I said as I slowly got up.
“No tell me.” He said as he sat down at the edge of the bed, a big smile on his face.
“I read Harry Potter before I fell asleep, so I dreamed of broomsticks and talking heads.” I said blushing. It sounds stupid.
He chuckled. “God, you’re cute.”
I became redder and put my hands deeper in the sleeves of his sweater. “Do you have my panties?” I asked him. It was not exactly a question to make the tension less with.
“Yeah.” He said and he took off his backpack to look in it. He took out one of the black cotton panties I owned. He put them on his desk. “I also got your toothbrush and some clothes.” And he put my toothbrush on his desk too. “I chose this jeans, because they look good on you.” He took out my black jeans with holes in them. “And I have this tank top.” He took out my white tank top which had a skull on it. “I don’t know if they fit together, I’m bad at this stuff.”
I giggled. “No they’re great.” I said and I motioned him to come closer to me. I placed a light kiss on his lips. After that he sat down at the chair next to his bed.
“Well, you can also just wear that sweater to school tomorrow.” He said.
“You’re sure? Sorry I just took it out without asking you.” I said, putting my arms around the sweater.
“Yeah definitely, I like the thought of you wearing my clothes.” He said and he winked at me.
“Nah, I don’t think I will.” I said, trying to keep my face straight.
“Why not?” He asked, looking a bit disappointed.
“Because that’s something girlfriends do and we’re not together.” I put my hand under my chin.
He looked shocked, but burst out in laughter after that. “I guess we’re already kind of acting like a couple.” He said grinning.
“true, but we’re not.” I said, blinking my eyes.
“I never thought you wanted to.” He said. “I waited because you told me once that you have fear of commitment.”
I still had that, whenever I wasn’t with Vic I wondered if my feelings for him were real, but these thoughts completely disappeared when I was with him again. It was going to be hard for me, but I wanted to try this with him. For some reason, I felt like this was going to work out, mostly because we had friendship and love. That was a powerful combination.
“Fears are to overcome.” I said and I took my hand away from my chin.
A smile crept on his face. “So are we like together now?”
I wasn’t going to make this easy on him. “I’m an old-fashioned lady, Mr. Fuentes. I expect you to ask me.” I said as I put my chin in the air.
He stood up from his chair and sat down at the bed again. Our faces were close to each other. He took my hand and held it with both of his hands. “Luna Christine Fall, it would be an honour to call you mine. Will you be my girlfriend?” His smile was mesmerizing.
A flash of fear came over me for a few seconds, for no specific reason. I put them away and gave the one answer that I knew was the right one. “Yes. I want to.” I smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him. He answered the kiss and our lips touched. They moved in sync as I put my hand in his hair.
He pulled back and I smiled at him. “I’m glad I’m not really ill, we wouldn’t be able to kiss if I was contagious.”
He placed a kiss on my hand. “I don’t care if you’re contagious.”
“Well I do. I don’t want you to be sick.”
“But you’re not contagious.”
“I know.”
“This conversation doesn’t make sense anymore.”
I laughed at him. He made his way to the other side of the bed and laid back on his back. He gestured me to come closer and I laid down my head on his chest, my right hand on his stomach. He put his arm around my shoulder.
It was slightly awkward, but not in an uncomfortable way. We laid there silent for a couple of minutes. I wanted this moment to stretch on forever.
Then I suddenly thought of something. “What was in Casey’s letter?” I asked.
I felt his head shift a little. “She said I couldn’t tell.”
“She told me I can know now, because we kissed.” I said thinking about the phone call I had with Casey I a few days ago.
“Did she really or are you making this up, because you are curious?” He asked and he pulled away the hand that was on my shoulder to poke in my side.
I chuckled. “She really told me so. Also I’m your girlfriend now, that means you need to tell me everything.”
He laughed and I felt his stomach go up and down. “Wow, already having the upper hand in the relationship, huh?”
“It makes sense. I have the upper hand in our friendship.” I looked up at him and our eyes met. “We’re still friends, right?”
He smiled at me and stroke my hair. “Of course, we’ll always be friends, whatever will happen.” And I knew he meant it. That statement made most of my feelings of fear go away. It was going to be okay.
“Okay, show me that letter, now.” I demanded.
“Yes ma’am.” And he let go of me. He climbed over me to the edge of the bed and walked to his desk. He opened a drawer and took out a white envelope. There was Vic written on it in Casey’s hand writing.
I sat up against the wall as he handed me the letter. He sat down next to me and I opened the letter.

Dear Vic,

You must be thinking: why is this crazy chick with the blue hair writing me a letter? I would be thinking that. Well, there a three reasons for it. The first one is definitely the simplest: I like to write letters. Yay!
The second reason is a bit more complicated. It’s on Luna’s behalf. It’s this: I think she has a crush on you. Don’t get all excited all of the sudden. Luna is an incredibly complicated person and she has this really weird fear of falling in love so I’m not 100 % sure. But I think you have a good chance with her. Don’t rush her and don’t tell her now what you feel for her, she might run away. Give her a chance to fall for you, because I think she’s well on her way. Don’t go searching for hints if she might like you, she’s very sneaky in hiding such things. If you’re dare to, kiss her in a few months. I think that’s just what’s she needs to sort out her feelings for you. And last but not least, threat her right or I’ll crazy murder you. Joker style.
The third reason why I write this letter to you is our mutual bad habit: self-harm. Yeah I know, Luna has told me and I’m sure she has told you about my past. Don’t blame her, she was just asking for my help, because she cares about you. My advice is this: find a reason to stop. Don’t try to stop if you don’t have a reason to, you’ll just end up disappointing yourself. Find a good reason to hold on and it will help you go on. That was all I can tell you. There’s nothing more to help with. In the end, you’re the one that has to do it. No one else. You. All we can do is cheer you on from the side-line as you try to make your touch down.
So yeah, this was my very weird letter, to a guy I hardly know. I hope it helped you in some way. It suddenly was a great way for me to find another reason to write. And although I’ve just met you, I think I can consider you a friend. I hope you consider me a friend too.

Kisses,

Casey ‘Quinn’ Taylor

Ps. Luna will try to find out what’s in this letter even though I told her she can’t know. So keep an eye on that curious little shit.

Wow.
I guess this doesn’t count as spilling a secret, because I never really admitted to her that I had a crush on him. I found it very impressive how she saw that back then, because I was kind of confused about it back then. Okay, to be honest I had been confused about it until our first kiss, but still. It was not that obvious right?
And then the things she wrote about the self-harm thing. It was kind of what I told him when I first found out. He had been self-harming less the last couple moths, but he hasn’t really stopped yet. I knew he wasn’t ready to and I wouldn’t pressure him. As long as he didn’t take it to another level and decided to make an end to it. Then I would pressure him to stop even if it would be the last thing I did.
“So what do you think?” Vic said from beside me. I looked up to him. He had his hands folded together in his lap and there was half a smile visible on his face.
“I don’t know what I was expecting, but definitely not this.” I said and he chuckled.
“Just to be clear, I didn’t believe her when she told me you had a crush on me. I was happy she thought it, though. I have had a massive crush on you since I bumped up to you in the hallway, the first day of school.” He admitted and he took my hand.
“I was intrigued by you too.” I admitted. “I didn’t have crush on you, at least I don’t think so, but I wanted to know more about you. Mostly because I had this weird feeling that there was something up with you.”
“and then you heard about the pact and you got scared of me.” He said nodding.
I shook my head. “No, not at all. That was the weird thing. I wanted to be scared of you, because all of the things that were said about you, but for something it just got me more intrigued and confused.”
“How?” He asked confused.
“I have no idea. For a few days, your story was all I could think about.”
“Well, it might be all come to an end now soon.” Vic said and he let his head fall against the wall.
“Yeah, I hope so, we’ll see.” I said and I laid back again on Vic’s chest and he put his arm around my shoulder again.


Vic’s POV
I was walking out of school towards Luna’s house. I was actually kind of nervous to break in into her house. I had come through her window before, but she had been home these times. I was scared that I might bump up to her mother or something. Not I was afraid of her, but I was afraid for the police she would call when she would catch me.
I approached her house and looked up to the window of Luna’s bedroom. Her familiar white curtains were closed. I climbed on the fence that separated the Falls house from the house of their neighbours. I balanced myself by putting my hands at the bricks of the house. I stretched out my hands and grabbed the edge of the window to pull myself up. I swung my feet in the gutter and pulled myself further.
Her window wasn’t fully closed, like always, and I opened it further. I climbed through the window and tried to come down on the floor of the room as silent as I could. It was actually quite impressive, I made almost no sound. I gave myself a small pat on the shoulder.
The room was quite a mess, but it always was. Luna was always too lazy to clean up her room.
I noticed that she had hung pictures above her bed, they weren’t there a week ago. I walked over to the wall above her bed and leaned a little closer.
There were eight pictures. One was a picture of Luna as a baby, she had a toy train in her hands and was smiling widely. The second one was of Luna and Casey from probably a year or three ago. I almost didn’t recognise Casey without her blue hair. The third was a picture of Luna and her father, she was about five years old and her dad gave her a piggyback ride on the beach. The fourth was her with Leah, it was taken on her birthday. The fifth was of an old couple, smiling at the camera. I guess they were her grandparents. The sixth was of Luna, Mike, Jaime and Tony. They were all making funny faces at the camera. The seventh was of me and her. It was taken in the bus. It was a very simple picture, but it made me smile nonetheless. The last picture was a picture of me, Mike, Tony and Jaime performing at prom.
I still couldn’t believe they were actually friends with me. It was a surreal feeling for me. It kind of felt like a dream I had yet to wake up from. But I was going to make the most of it as long as it lasted.
Okay Vic, focus. You are here with a mission: panties.
I grinned at myself. I might be (mostly) a good guy, but the thought of going through a girl’s underwear drawer made me kind of excited, like any guy.
I walked over to the closet and opened a few drawers until I finally found the one which held her bras and panties. The funny thing was, Luna never wore many colours, but her drawer was filled with underwear in bright colours.
My heart started beating a little faster. I couldn’t help imagining her wearing them. I knew it was bad, we weren’t even together. But that doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about her right? I mean it wasn’t like I didn’t already do that a lot.
I took out some simple, cotton, black panties and closed the drawer before I got carried away even more.
Maybe it would be a good idea to take some clothes with me for her while I’m at it. I looked over the shelfs of her closet until my eye caught black jeans with holes in them. I had seen her wear it a few weeks ago to school. She looked amazing in it, but to be honest she looked amazing in everything.
I took out the jeans and a white tank top with a skull on it and put them both in my backpack.
Suddenly I realised she might needed a toothbrush too. I walked over to the door and slowly opened it. I glared through the crack to see if there was someone in the hallway and then slipped through the door. I tiptoed to the bathroom door and opened that one very slowly too. Luckily there was no one in there. I walked in and took a pink toothbrush from the sink. I assumed that one was hers, because the blue one was probably from her dad and the one from her mom had ‘mom’ written on it.
I tiptoed back to Luna’s room and put it also in my backpack. I looked around the room one more time, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything and then climbed out of the window.
As my feet hit the ground, I felt very proud of myself for doing this so quietly. I readjusted my backpack and started walking back home.
It was only a few blocks, but it felt like a very long walk. I just wanted to be home already. Mostly because I was worried about Luna, but also because I just wanted to see her.
It still felt a little bit unreal that she actually felt the same for me as I did for her. She blushed when I complimented her or smiled at me in a certain way. These were things I wouldn’t have seen a few days ago, but now I saw them and it made me unbelievably happy.
She was afraid though, I could feel it. But it didn’t matter to me. Of course I wanted her to be my girlfriend, but she was worth waiting for. I was going to wait for her, as long as she felt she needed to wait. Being her friend was already more than I could ask for.
I put the key in the lock of my front door and opened it. I said hello to my mom, but ran quickly to my room.
When I walked in I saw Luna sleeping in my bed. She was wearing my black sweater…She was wearing my sweater! Her hands were on a book, I recognised it to be the first book of the Harry Potter series. Her brown hair was spread across the pillow and her mouth was a little open.
I knew I needed to wake her, because of her concussion, but I actually didn’t want to. She looked so cute sleeping. I snapped out of my gaze as I realised staring at someone while that person was sleeping is actually pretty scary. I walked over to the bed and leaned over her.
I gently put my hand on her shoulder. “Luna, wake up. I’m home.” I said softly.
She yawned and looked at me through her eyelashes. Then a smile crept on her face. Wow. “Did you come on a broomstick too?”

Notes

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Nicky