Strangers in the Dark
All ideas belong to me, and my co-writer, Alex......through Remy and Jean, and their back grounds, belong to Marvel.
Part 1
She frowned lightly lacing the white shoelaces in her plain white Assics. She took off her other strap shoe and then tosses it in her blue duffel bag. Her eyes looked at the blue bag a few seconds; white should strap and her name sewn in cursive. Standard issue duffel bag to carry all her stuff. After a second she leaned back down placing the second Assic shoe on and lacing it up, trying not to pay attention to the headache that was slowly taking over her head again. The certain headache.
"JEANNIE!"
She almost jumped, startled by the sudden voice. She looked up her eyes traveling the locker room. There stood Melissa in the door, dressed already in her cheerleader outfit, duffel bag over one shoulder. Her long blonde hair was swept up in a pony tail already. Her face had "the required" amounts of stage make-up already. Melissa didn't need it though. Perfect pale skin, light blue eyes, and bright smile.
"Jeannie, hurry up! The bus doesn't wait for anyone; you know that! Come on!"
"I am hurrying, 'Lissa. My head hurts a little bit. I think I'm getting a small head ache"
Jean nodded faintly, pulling on her blue and white short cheer skirt over the white and gold body suit. She stood up, grabbing her bag and walking to the sinks. She pulled out a brush, running it through her long wavy red hair pretty rapidly. It fell about half way down her back.
"You'll be okay, Jeanie. The headache will go away once you get out there. It'll be like normal."
The words seem to strike her core as her eyes stayed on the mirror while she started pulling her hair up together in a ponytail, studying her face at the same time. Bright fire green eyes, light skin that she swore had the lightest dash of freckles no one else could see, light pink lips and then her bright red hair again.
(No, It'll never be normal, 'Lissa. I'll never be normal. I'm not like you. Not anymore. I used to be.)
Pulling it up, she grabbed her dark blue scrunchie from her bag, tying it up high, and then clipper her blue, white and gold bow right in front of it. She pulled out her make-up bag for games. Dark eye shadow, bright blush, and such. They had to stand out on the field. She glanced over at Melissa a second, putting on her mascara.
"Come on, hurry up!"
She stared at her own face a second, starting to put the blush on. She glanced at Melissa who was impatiently walking around the locker room and glancing at her every few seconds.
**Your okay, Jeanie, aren't you? You're worrying me. Damn, that bus is going to leave us here. I'm gonna miss seeing Brad.**
She muffled a sudden sound of surprise, which grabbed Melissa's attention, and she tried to go back to her make-up without shaking. That kept happening. Small thoughts kept coming into her head. She closed the compact and slipped it in the bag.
(Can't seem to stop them. Stop that Jeanie. He taught you; you could. Just push it away for now. Focus on the football game. Close your eyes, take a breath, and then go out there and wow them like always.)
She zipped her bag up and smiled turning round to Melissa who was now read a note.
"Kay's, 'Lissa, lets go."
"Good."
Melissa grabbed her hand and they both raced out and though half the side of the high schools' campus to the front where the bus was and got on taking their normal spot in the back.
***** ***** *****
A cheer rang out suddenly as the second to last touch down they needed was scored. A faint over-joyed laugh reached Jean's lips as suddenly she was raised into the air by three of the other cheerleaders. She stood in formation, moving as little as she could. Her eyes passed happily over the crowd as they watched her and the other cheerleaders.
Her eyes suddenly caught on him and something made her shudder almost and her heart stop cold. He was looking directly at her. Well, of course he was; everyone was. But it was different, he seemed to be "watching her". He was standing off to the far side of the stadium seats, in what could be considered the shadows in a long trench coat type jacket. Dark eyes, and long hair. She couldn't see much with him in the shadows. He didn't look away. Niether did she. Something was happening. An odd shiver ran down her back as she continued to cheer.
Suddenly she fell through the air into the three other girls arms, and except for realizing it a second after they let go, she almost fell forward not backward onto their arms. They were looking at her oddly as they all fell into another formation cheering as the last touch down was scored and their team won the game.
She looked up again as she picked up her megaphone and pom-pom's and started to leave with the rest of the cheerleaders; he was gone. Vanished into the large cheering crowd. She shrugged off the odd feeling still nipping at her as her head throbbed lightly and she almost winced. The headache was getting better; it was getting worse and all the people weren't helping. But the thoughts inside wouldn't be put off either. Who was he?? Where had he gone? Why was it he left her wondering? Why did something in her yearn to rush out there and try to find him? Melissa tapped her lightly, almost scaring her out of her skin and they walked off towards the bus to leave talking quietly.
All ideas belong to me, and my co-writer, Alex......through Remy and Jean, and their back grounds, belong to Marvel.
Part 1
She frowned lightly lacing the white shoelaces in her plain white Assics. She took off her other strap shoe and then tosses it in her blue duffel bag. Her eyes looked at the blue bag a few seconds; white should strap and her name sewn in cursive. Standard issue duffel bag to carry all her stuff. After a second she leaned back down placing the second Assic shoe on and lacing it up, trying not to pay attention to the headache that was slowly taking over her head again. The certain headache.
"JEANNIE!"
She almost jumped, startled by the sudden voice. She looked up her eyes traveling the locker room. There stood Melissa in the door, dressed already in her cheerleader outfit, duffel bag over one shoulder. Her long blonde hair was swept up in a pony tail already. Her face had "the required" amounts of stage make-up already. Melissa didn't need it though. Perfect pale skin, light blue eyes, and bright smile.
"Jeannie, hurry up! The bus doesn't wait for anyone; you know that! Come on!"
"I am hurrying, 'Lissa. My head hurts a little bit. I think I'm getting a small head ache"
Jean nodded faintly, pulling on her blue and white short cheer skirt over the white and gold body suit. She stood up, grabbing her bag and walking to the sinks. She pulled out a brush, running it through her long wavy red hair pretty rapidly. It fell about half way down her back.
"You'll be okay, Jeanie. The headache will go away once you get out there. It'll be like normal."
The words seem to strike her core as her eyes stayed on the mirror while she started pulling her hair up together in a ponytail, studying her face at the same time. Bright fire green eyes, light skin that she swore had the lightest dash of freckles no one else could see, light pink lips and then her bright red hair again.
(No, It'll never be normal, 'Lissa. I'll never be normal. I'm not like you. Not anymore. I used to be.)
Pulling it up, she grabbed her dark blue scrunchie from her bag, tying it up high, and then clipper her blue, white and gold bow right in front of it. She pulled out her make-up bag for games. Dark eye shadow, bright blush, and such. They had to stand out on the field. She glanced over at Melissa a second, putting on her mascara.
"Come on, hurry up!"
She stared at her own face a second, starting to put the blush on. She glanced at Melissa who was impatiently walking around the locker room and glancing at her every few seconds.
**Your okay, Jeanie, aren't you? You're worrying me. Damn, that bus is going to leave us here. I'm gonna miss seeing Brad.**
She muffled a sudden sound of surprise, which grabbed Melissa's attention, and she tried to go back to her make-up without shaking. That kept happening. Small thoughts kept coming into her head. She closed the compact and slipped it in the bag.
(Can't seem to stop them. Stop that Jeanie. He taught you; you could. Just push it away for now. Focus on the football game. Close your eyes, take a breath, and then go out there and wow them like always.)
She zipped her bag up and smiled turning round to Melissa who was now read a note.
"Kay's, 'Lissa, lets go."
"Good."
Melissa grabbed her hand and they both raced out and though half the side of the high schools' campus to the front where the bus was and got on taking their normal spot in the back.
***** ***** *****
A cheer rang out suddenly as the second to last touch down they needed was scored. A faint over-joyed laugh reached Jean's lips as suddenly she was raised into the air by three of the other cheerleaders. She stood in formation, moving as little as she could. Her eyes passed happily over the crowd as they watched her and the other cheerleaders.
Her eyes suddenly caught on him and something made her shudder almost and her heart stop cold. He was looking directly at her. Well, of course he was; everyone was. But it was different, he seemed to be "watching her". He was standing off to the far side of the stadium seats, in what could be considered the shadows in a long trench coat type jacket. Dark eyes, and long hair. She couldn't see much with him in the shadows. He didn't look away. Niether did she. Something was happening. An odd shiver ran down her back as she continued to cheer.
Suddenly she fell through the air into the three other girls arms, and except for realizing it a second after they let go, she almost fell forward not backward onto their arms. They were looking at her oddly as they all fell into another formation cheering as the last touch down was scored and their team won the game.
She looked up again as she picked up her megaphone and pom-pom's and started to leave with the rest of the cheerleaders; he was gone. Vanished into the large cheering crowd. She shrugged off the odd feeling still nipping at her as her head throbbed lightly and she almost winced. The headache was getting better; it was getting worse and all the people weren't helping. But the thoughts inside wouldn't be put off either. Who was he?? Where had he gone? Why was it he left her wondering? Why did something in her yearn to rush out there and try to find him? Melissa tapped her lightly, almost scaring her out of her skin and they walked off towards the bus to leave talking quietly.