Dating the Undertaker 3

Haven gaped at me a moment longer, his eyes wide. "Sure…I mean if you want. I can't stop you…" He acted like he didn't care…but you could tell by the tone of his voice he was happy. My heart skipped a beat. My fingers released his arm. I backed towards the door, adjusting my back pack, my eyes never left him. Haven straightened and adjusted his shirt, yanking it down. He bowed slowly, slightly and a crooked smile crossed his pink lips. He set his tall top hat on his head and tipped it at me. "I wish you a good evening my goddess of night."
I was walking on clouds on my way home. 'My goddess of night.' MY! He had put possession over my name. I felt all squishy and warm. Music blasted in my ears from my black ear buds. The houses and gardens, kids screaming and playing, floated past me. I noticed nothing, my mind was blocks away, at the Morticians shop.
When I finally got home my parents were furious. I stood there, taking their yells and criticism, worry and crap that they tossed at me. I just nodded and folded my hands behind me, still thinking about Haven. Smiling small I nodded to my parents and hurried upstairs, completely enraptured by the gothic man. That's when it hit me. I could totally get a job there!
I didn't mind being around dead people, and building coffins and decorating them couldn't be too hard. I grinned bigger and lied back on my bed, nibbling my lip. It was an insanely wonderfully stupid idea. It had to work! I was old enough for a job and there weren't many…well…any people working at the place besides Haven. "Oh he's gorgeous…" My mom snuck into my room, peeking her head in. "Who is?" My cheeks burnt a bright red. I sat up hurriedly, grabbing my pillow, as if to shield my non-nakedness. "M-mom!!" She smiled, slipping through the doors and looked at me as she closed it. "Who's gorgeous Nyx?" Why was she in here? She completely ruined my great mood. Why did she always have to interrupt my best moments? I swear on my wedding day she'll interrupt the ceremony just to say 'AH! Honey! Your dress, there's a small hole by the hem. There at the bottom.' I mean honestly? What did that have to do with anything?
I tugged away from her reaching hand, a chill spilling over me as my skin came into contact with my cool wall. My mom tilted her head sideways a bit, staring at me. "Baby girl?" Why did she always do this? She was so random with her concern for me. She either didn't give a crap or worried too much. And it was usually at the time it was completely unneeded. My mom looked hurt. But I turned away, not looking at her. She sighed softly and got off my bed. I felt the bed lift a bit, the mattress stabilizing. She took one last look at me before walking out. I leaned back in my bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm going to the Mortician's shop." My dad choked on his coffee, sending him into a coughing fit. He pounded his fist on his broad chest, clearing his throat. "Wait. What!?" My mom looked at me, her eyes a bit wide. Her voice seemed calm though. "Why?" Her voice wavered a bit but her eyes met mine, her back straight. Why were they freaking out? They were staring me down. I wasn't going there to reserve coffins for them. Geez. "I um… There… I met this guy and he… I could maybe get a job there and…" My mom put her index finger up, stopping me. She smiled a bit and turned away. My dad looked at her like she was mad. "Go. Have fun. Be back before curfew." I almost screamed. I grabbed my things and headed for the door, still a bit confused why she was letting me go. But as I opened the door I heard her tell my dad. "She was smiling like mad last night. And just hearing 'I met this guy…' …" She stopped there, giggling to herself.
My cheeks burned. She totally and completely saw through me! I hurried down the street, stuffing my hands in my hoodie pockets and hunching over to keep the chilly wind from trying to soak my veins with ice. I closed my eyes a bit, breathing deeply. I felt warm but cold. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was already at the Mortician's shop. How had I gotten there so fast? I smiled small, breathing a sigh of relief. A window was cracked only and inch and I smelt the same vanilla and cologne wafting out. I slowly pushed the double doors in and looked around. Even in the darkest, creepiest place ever… it felt so warm and comfortable. What did that even say about me? I sighed peacefully and looked around. "Haven?" My voice echoed in the small empty shop. I heard a loud crash, some banging and loud stomping down stairs.
A door suddenly flew open and Haven slammed into the wall adjacent it, a white button up barely on his torso. I felt the blush creep up my face. Haven's face was pink too, his strange eyes wide. "Oh sorry… I-I heard you come in. Sorta…rushed." He smiled nervously and slid his other arm into his shirt and started buttoning it up. I looked down, trying not to stare at his slim, toned upper body. Haven smiled again, looking at me, his back straightening. There was a silence that fell over us, but not awkward, a peaceful, just be quiet silence. There was a creak on one of the floorboards and we both finally moved. My eyes widened.