I got the inspiration to write this story from when I was trying to read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and a friend of mine kept distracting me. I hope you enjoy!
“But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after-punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. The curate might set as many chapters as he pleased for Catherine to get by heart, and Joseph might thrash Heathcliff till his arm ached…
Her eyes glided down the page, eagerly drinking in the words and recreating the setting in her head. In all manner but literal, she was at Wuthering Heights, a silent witness to Heathcliff’s arbitrary mistreatment and an adoring enthusiast of his forbidden affair with Catherine.
…they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time I’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and I not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing —
“Hey Jane, whatcha doing?” Katrina plopped her bag down next to her on the bench, perching on the edge of her seat.
Jane made a noncommittal noise in her throat, somewhere between a grunt and a scoff, and continued to read, lifting the book slightly so Katrina could peep at the title.
“Oh, that’s cool…Wanna go walk around campus?”
Jane lifted her head, raising an eyebrow at Katrina. A few seconds later, when she felt that her intentions were clear, she lowered her sight back to the book, scanning the page to find her place.
“But it was one of their chief amusements to….”
“…they forgot everything the minute they were together again”
Ah, at last. She continued to read, her imagination returning to fretting about the star crossed lovers.
at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time I’ve cried —
“Hey, so, the craziest thing happened to Tommy’s cousin’s boyfriend at a party last night,” Katrina started. “He called me last night, and apparently the guy almost got arrested because —”
Jane interrupted, concealing a groan of frustration.
“Look, I’m a little busy at the moment, so can we please talk later?” Jane continued reading, irritated that she had to examine the microscopic print to resume the story.
“Oh…that’s okay too,” Katrina said. There were a few moments of silence, where Jane was able to steal in a few more sentences. Nelly was just about to reveal where Catherine and Heathcliff had disappeared to, and Jane was absorbed in the story, standing beside the flickering fire at the hearth to hear the wise old maid tell her grave tale.
“Are you mad at me?” Katrina asked softly.
Jane started, glancing at her.
“What? No, I just…I said I was —,” Jane stammered, her eyes flitting back to the book. Katrina noticed, huffing.
“Look, you can just tell me if something’s wrong,” she replied, her voice rising. “Don’t avoid me without telling me why!”
Jane, speechless at her sudden outburst, did nothing but stare at her face dumbly.
“Well, fine, stay mad if you want, I’ll go find someone who’s actually being nice,” Katrina whipped around and walked away. Jane contemplated going after her with an apology but eyed the book again. She sighed, and the temptation to delve into the book expelled the worries from her mind. She started reading once again, desperate to continue the story.
and many a time I’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and I not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing —
A shadow fell across the book, rendering Jane unable to continue reading. She looked up, annoyance clear on her face, to see Katrina standing guiltily in front of her.
“Hey, I’m sorry for getting angry. You wanna go for a walk and talk about it?”