Prefet

After I got dressed, I headed down stairs. "I don't understand why you didn't want to wear heels." Jemma said. I shook my head, "I'm not a heel type of person." Jemma had thrown shoes at me, mostly six inch heels, but I settled for my regular shoes. No heels, no arches. That is how I liked it. As soon as I got all the way down the stairs, I saw Wake looking at some pictures. He looked up from the pictures and turned his gaze to me. I smiled at him, hopping I didn't look like a mess any more. "You cleaned up nicely." Wake looked me up and down. I shifted uncomfortably, not liking the feeling of somebody inspecting me. "You should have worn the dress and the heels." Jemma shook her head at me. "No thank you. I am perfectly fine with my shirt and pants." I had made my decision to fast for Jemma's liking, so she made me try on lots of other things. In the end I chose a navy blue long sleeve shirt, and black pants. Yeta had brushed my hair so that it no longer looked like a birds nest. I looked from Jemma to Wake. Wake was still looking at me, which some how made me feel safe. It was an odd feeling, but a good one. "Yeta," Jemma touched her assistant's shoulder, "Could you go make some tea?" Yeta smiled and exited the front room. "Please, sit down."Jemma waved her hand to a big couch. "I'd rather stand if you don't mind. I've been sitting for a while." I Grimaced remembering the wooden chair. "Suit your self." Jemma walked to the pink couch and sat. Wake stood next to me, so close I could smell his breath. "Thank you Jemma, but we have to be going now." Wake put his hand on my shoulder. Jemma stood up, "Why are you leaving so soon?" "Drift could be on his way here. I don't know about you, but I don't want to talk to my brother after what he did." Wake's grip on my shoulder tightened as he moved both of us to the door. "What ever. If he comes here, I'll be sure to set him in your direction." Wake opened the door and practically shoved me out. "Get in the car." He ordered. I got in the car as quickly as I could. "Wake," I Made sure to speak only after we got away from Jemma's house. "Why were you at your brother's house?" Wake tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I check up on him." "So, finding me was just me lucking out?" Wake nodded. "I wish I could say differently, but that wouldn't be telling the truth." I looked at the white sky. "Why does it matter if you tell the truth?" "I think every one should know the truth. It makes everything easier." I nodded my head in agreement. "Where are we going?" I asked. Wake smiled, "The city. The last place Drift would want to look for you." I looked down from the sky to see, in the distance, lights. I looked at the sky once more. It was turning grey. "Do you have a moon at night?" I asked. Wake took his eyes off the road to look at me, but only for a moment. "Yeah. Many people have told me I have moon eyes." He laughed, but then as if sensing my confusion he explained. "The moon is purple." I smiled. "Purple is a nice color." I turned my head away from him. I was bad at making conversation, but Wake didn't seem to mind. "It is a nice color. I'd like to see you wear it some time." My eye brows shot up, "whoa there buddy. You barely know me and now your requesting clothing colors." I smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment. I was a really shy person, so talking to people was hard for me. "I'm glad you found me there." I felt a tear escape my eye and travel down my face. "It really hurt, but when I saw your eyes, all the hurt went away." I Hated my self for being so mushy, but I had to let him know. "I'll be making you as comfortable as possible. You don't need to worry, Trenity. I will not leave your side." I smiled at him. I finally had a friend.