What would that be? I thought I was looking for anything in my memory that could touch what I heard today, but I couldn't find anything. "Dawning" - slipped through my head. Stupid...
-"The rebirth..." I couldn't help but hear it.
-What? Why did you say that?
-What did she say? А!... That's right, thoughts out loud. It's just the first thing that came to my mind.
Why did Ian react to that word? There's something about that word... Dawning... what's that word got to do with it? So... if it's about Erica. She had to be reborn. From whom and into whom? Well, I think she's a person now. Or... maybe she's not a person, but something like a person? What could be like a person? A werewolf? A vampire? No!... It's something beyond what is possible. And what if we assume she is a werewolf or a vampire? Then they should all be werewolves or vampires! Something unbelievable for sure! - I thought, and I smiled.
-What are you thinking of having so much fun? - Ian asked.
-I don't think you're going to like my thoughts very much.
-Yeah? Well, if it's something funny, I think I'll understand.
-Well, it's not very funny. I just laughed at myself, or rather at my thoughts.
-Tell me, please. - Ian said in such a derogatory voice that I couldn't say no.
-I thought Erica was a werewolf or a vampire, and then I thought you should be werewolves or vampires, too.
As soon as I said that, Ian somehow changed. He frowned a little bit and only looked at the road, keeping his eyes on it. But I had the feeling that he wasn't even thinking about the road at all, but thinking about something else, not even close to the road.
-What are you thinking about now? - This time I asked.
-What makes you think we should be werewolves or vampires?
-Never mind. These are just my thoughts.
-And yet?
-Well, I continued the logical chain. I was looking for something close with the word "rebirth" and found the words "werewolf" and "vampire. I assumed that Erica was a werewolf or vampire, and therefore all of you. That's my whole logical chain.
-And Mike and Julie said you weren't ready yet...
What's wrong with him? - I asked myself this question.
-So what, am I right? - Not knowing what to say, I asked Ian a question, with a little smile in my voice.
-Almost.
What? I thought I was surprised. How is it possible?
-I think you'll find out soon enough when you're ready. - Ian said. I didn't answer anything. - And what if I was a vampire? - He added in a few minutes. Really, what? Well, is my friend a vampire? Cool!
-It would have been cool. - I answered. And I smiled.
-Do you really think so?
-Why not? - I answered the question with a question.
-Imagine you're a vampire. Imagine you are a vampire?
I could not understand what he wanted.
-Well, I did.
-What would you do if you had to confess, like me, that you were a vampire?
-Well, it's not an easy task, but... I guess I'd say it straight. I think you'd understand. Isn't that right?
-It is possible. - Almost indifferently, he said.
Not far ahead was my house. My parents' car wasn't around the house yet. A minute or two later I was getting out of the car.
-Thank you. Will you come in?
-No. I'll go home already.
-Okay, then. Bye.
-Bye.
-Will you come tomorrow?
-Yes, of course. As always, at five.
-Yes. See you tomorrow. - I said with a sad voice and went into the house. I didn't want Ian to leave, but I needed to.
I walked into the house and went up to the room. There I changed my clothes and went down to the kitchen. I had dinner and went back to my room.
On Sundays, Ian and I walked through the woods looking for different adventures. Tomorrow at five o'clock, we'll go back to the woods. And there I think it's better to ask about today's conversation in the car on the way home. I was thinking about her all evening. I couldn't understand what I wasn't ready for? And why was I almost right? All this is somehow incomprehensible. And in general, today is the day of incomprehensible incidents. By the way, about the incident outside the house when Ian came to get me. I hadn't realized before that that I hadn't even once that I had been like this, not that I had become attached to Ian, but that I had probably even fallen in love with him. Although it's hard for me to admit it, it is. He became very dear to me, even more than just a friend. And what if he feels the same feeling as I do, and what if he doesn't? How difficult it is. And I guess I won't ever admit it to him.
The whole next day, before we met Ian, I couldn't find a place for myself. I wanted to bring our meeting closer, but unfortunately, I couldn't. My parents had lunch outdoors every Sunday in the garden, and after that lunch, we went out on our own.
As usual, my mother worked with documents. She simply couldn't be taken away from her work. Dad was either in the garage at the time, or watching TV, and sometimes going somewhere else. I used to do my homework at that time if I didn't do it on Saturday, and then Ian would come and we'd go for a walk in the woods.