Lovesick
A/N Baka plot bunnies woke me up at one a.m.
Jill was up late. Not your typical nerdy schoolgirl late, but later than 9:30 p.m. late. She was sitting on the couch flipping through channels. Her rub necklace glittering at the changing light patterns. Nothing interesting seemed to be on at 1 o'clock in the morning. Hey eyelids were constantly closing, but Jill fought to keep them open. She wanted to catch the Phantom Thief that had left a note earlier. Jill heard footsteps. She swiftly got up and turned around. The owner of the footsteps was not the Thief, but merely her little eight-year-old sister Chelsea.
"Go back to sleep," Jill told her sternly.
"But I wanna catch him too!" Chelsea complained.
"No. Go back to sleep," Jill said once more.
Chelsea reluctantly obeyed. A half hour or so later she heard a bump and a sound like someone had jumped. She grabbed a flashlight and walked toward the kitchen. A tall figure was in the shadows. He had silver hair and green eyes. he was wearing maroon pants and a leopard print shirt.
"You!" Jill whispered.
"Yes, fair maiden. It is me the Phantom Thief. The Prince of the Stars. But you,m'lady, may call me Skye," he said.
Jill grabbed the nearest phone and dialed the numbers ine and one. "One more move and I press the other button."
"Now, beautiful, don't you think that's a bit...harsh?" Ske asked.
Jill snorted. "As if!"
Skye stepped so clse to Jill that thir faces were inches apart. Skye's lips met Jill's and their eyes met.
"Wow..." Jill said.
Skye pulled Jill's necklace of her neck. "I think I'll take this as a little souvenir. Maybe I'll be back tommorow night for another souvenir. The next one preferably cuter. With her beautiful hair down instead of in a ponytail." And with that Skye climbed out of the window.
Jill heard giggling from behind her. She turned around.
"You like him, don't you?" Chelsea asked.
"I do not!"
The next night Skye came again. Jill did not have her hair down. Skye had taken the ponytail holder out of her hair and sweet-talked her. Ske kept coming every night until one day Jill decided to speak up.
"Skye, you can't keep doing this anymore!" she said.
"Why not, m'lady?" Skye asked.
Jill dialled 9-1-1. She reported Skye. Skye had not realized it for he had been looking through things. The police turned up ten minutees later and caught Skye. Jill had appeared in the newspaper but didn't feel heoric. She felt guilty. She felt...lovesick.