He couldn't catch me, but I knew that. Running fast is what I do best after all. Running away that is; never mind the place, as long as it's away from my current problem.
At that time, away meant any place where he wasn't. Because I needed time to grow mentally and physically. Well, I do think gaining a few inches would help me with my dilemma. You could say I needed to grow into my attitude.
Clark is too cute you know, not really what I'd call the man of the situation… not in the way I'm thinking of anyway.
Ha. There he is. Expecting his dog to fetch? Poor dog, there's just no way. See? Too cute.
Well then, here goes nothing.
- "Hello Clark."
His eyes travel from the dog toy he just threw and I now hold in my hand up to my face, where they still, wondering.
I don't mind staying like this all day you know, I'll just keep looking into your beautiful wide blue orbs.
Yeah yeah cheesy, but as long as I keep it in my head, what the hell?!
- "Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?"
Ok, I lied. So what? I happen to like my cheesy pick up lines!
- "Bart?"
He says, more asks really.
- "In the flesh!"
Then I'm on the move, faster than ever, swifter than he could ever hope to be, except this once I'm going forward. I invade his personal space, grab his chin, and kiss him like there's no tomorrow.
Then he punches me –fuck but that's gonna hurt for a while, does he have no fucking sense of that famous strength of his- and stomps angrily away while I grin like a moron, lying on the ground.
Ha well. I do love a good chase anyway.