POV
Evanne
“It all started with a plum” he stated as if he had rehearsed this story millions of times. I gave him a weary look, putting a piece of popcorn in my mouth.
“A plum?” I said skeptically. He laughed then nodded again.
“Not just any plum, but the best plums all around,” he stated matter of factly, giving me a sly grin.
“When did this turn into a novel?” I asked.
“When you decided to get popcorn,” he replied. I pouted, then leaned back on the pillow in my bed. He was sitting next to me, although I had motioned towards a chair across from my bed originally, he still decided to share my bed. I was nervous, but pushed it down, wanting to hear why he had treated me in such a way, as well as what his curse may be. I had already surmised he wasn’t human, but to what extent I w
