Dead Set on Dancing (Four)

When I woke up the next day, to my surprise Henry the Eighth was singing. I was glad he was in good spirits. After the prom conversation, I was terrified he wouldn’t speak to me again at all, but singing at least would make me feel comforted. I stretched again, hitting the side of my coffin by mistake, and the singing stopped.

“Little Bird? You awake?” Henry asked softly, just in case. I nodded like an idiot before responding with a yes.

“I’ve been thinking about what you want.”

There was silence as I waited for him to finish. I guess he was waiting for me to ask him to continue because we sat in silence for a while before I cleared my throat.

“I have an idea.” he rushed out. I could practically hear his smile crack.

“But I thought you were against this, Henry?”

Grace sounded as shocked as I felt. The girls were still sleeping and had no response. The plan was good and the biology even better. It took at least a month before things like your teeth and hair began to fall out. I still even had fingernails, if Henry could remember correctly. I rubbed my fingers over each other and he was right. If I was going to break out, now was the perfect time.

“I know, but I also know what love is. I loved my wife dearly and I would give anything to spend one more day with her. Little Bird here deserves her chance with true love.”

“Derrick,” Grace whispered in awe.

Derrick? “Excuse me?” I asked, completely lost. Were they still talking about me?

“He comes and sees you constantly. The boy has either good timing or bad. You are usually asleep when he shows up,” Henry responded, sounding smug and sure. “Sings to you too. Plays the guitar, electric.”

Grace coos from up above and I’m still confused. The only Derrick I know who plays a guitar is a Goth dork who sat across from me in homeroom. I’m dumbstruck as I think about it. Holy cow!

“Wait, that isn’t even possible. We hardly ever talked. We used to, like, in kindergarten. Why would he care enough about me to do things like that?”

“Oh, Little Bird, you are so young, so naive. A man doesn’t always show his true emotions,” Grace giggled. Grace, the woman whose boyfriend showed his true emotion all over her face. This is crazy! I couldn’t take advice from her, and although Henry had been married happily for years, how did he know anything about teenagers nowadays.

“If you don’t believe us, try and stay up. He comes almost every other night. Since last night was quiet, I’m sure he’ll be on his way tonight.”

Henry sounded so sure of himself.  As skeptical as I was, I hardly doubted anything would come from me staying up late, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like I had to be up early for anything, so I would stay up and prove them both wrong.

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