Changes
It was a sunny afternoon in Pergatory and Waverly and Champ were sat in one of the boothed areas in Shorties. Champ began talking about his latest development on his pick up truck modifications but Waverly couldn't be any less interested if she tried. She notices the way he is eyeing her up and talking with his mouth full, if she's truly honest with herself she finds Champ a complete turn off, she notices just how many empty beer glasses there is on the table and then sees the glazed over look in her boyfriends eyes. Instead of looking across the table Waverly casts a glance out of the coloured glass panel to the parking lot where she watches a tall red headed woman exit a police cruiser and walk into the station. "Must have solved those recruitment issues after all" Waverly thought before turning back to Champ who is currently in the process of slicking his hair back, he grabs hold of her hands and she notices just how course the skin on his fingers is, "hey darlin, how about we get out of here and have us some fun like the good old days."
He must feel like he's on top of the world as she nods, he jumps up out of the booth and takes her by the hand again before pulling her along behind him to his pick up truck. Outside dusk is beginning to fall and Waverly notices a chill in the air, she notices the absence of leaves on the trees and realises winter will soon be upon them. Whilst studying her scenery Waverly is pulled towards Champs truck and roughly pushed against the cold drivers side door, Champ begins kissing her frantically over her face and neck, his hands rubbing up her arms at a faster pace than she would like. Waverly just stands there, 'he's not been like this before' she thinks but then she remembered just how many beers he had drank. "Come on Waverly, don't just stand there, you like this don't you, you've been distant lately, I miss you." Feeling bad Waverly puts her hands on Champs waist and pulls him closer however she can now feel just how hard he is. Regretting her decision to pull him closer she pushes him back to give herself some breathing space. Champ however sees this as a green light and begins unbuttoning his jeans, he leans closer to Waverly and says something quietly in her ear, in a way she has always hated, in a controlling way, in a possessive way, "you know what I want Waverly and you know your going to give it to me, all the girls in this town want me and I chose you" Waverly felt her heart sink as he pushed her against the truck once more and began grinding into her. From behind Champ somebody cleared their throat, when Waverly opened her eyes she saw the red headed officer complete with Stetson and a flash light pointed right at them, "I don't think all the girls in this town want you cowboy, now can you please tell me what you pair are up to please outside this respectable family establishment?" Champ was the first to talk, of course he was, he always had to control things, "evening officer, my girlfriend and I just got a little bit hot and heavy before getting home is all, I apologise. We'll be on our way now won't we darling." The officer noticed the grip Champ had on Waverly's arm and decided to direct her next question towards the young girl who was clearly distressed, "is that how it is ma'am because if not then I can offer you a ride home, it's my job to protect and serve after all." "We are fine officer" Champ interrupted, "we are just going home aren't we Waverly?" His controlling manner was not missed by the officer who looked back at Waverly and saw a shade of doubt play across her face. She could smell the alcohol coming off Champ, she turned to him and using her better judgment said, "cowboy I think you need to go home, sleep it off and try a different approach with your lady friend next time. I'll make sure she gets home Ok."
"Whatever" snarled Champ, "I'm going back to the bar." With that he turned and stomped off back towards the saloon entrance. Waverly looked at the officer, "thank you, i-i, he's never been like that before. Thank you. I'm Waverly by the way, Waverly Earp."
"Well Waverly Earp my name is Nicole Haught" remembering she was in her uniform Nicole cleared her throat and added, "Officer Haught." The officer extended her arm and the two shook hands, Waverly didn't fail to notice how soft the officers skin was and held on just a little longer than she normally would. She put it down to just being removed from a tricky situation and slowly let go of the officers grip. Nicole shared a lopsided smile and held a gaze with the pretty brunette before saying, "let's get you home shall we."
Waverly nodded and the two entered the cruiser with Waverly having to give the young officer directions. During the short journey Waverly found it difficult to take her off Officer Haughts form, she took in the look of the beige police pants and the colour of the shirt against the officers brightly coloured hair, she watched the way that the officer would gesture with her hand when talking before then concentrating on the road again. "I can't thank you enough officer" said Waverly. "It's OK, it's my job, I saw you were in a bit of a tight spot and who am I not to help a damsel in distress." Waverly's mood had picked up somewhat and she flashed a smile at the officer before letting her know that they had arrived at their destination. With the cruiser parked up Waverly knew she should get out but she was feeling drawn to the pretty officer, eventually coming to her senses she said her thanks before walking into the homestead. Shutting the door behind her Waverly leant her back up against it and looked up to the skies,"what the hell was that about Wave."
If she was honest to herself she knew exactly what it was, it was an attraction, one that could possibly maybe just be reciprocated. Of course being Waverly, Miss Logic she decided to put those feelings and thoughts away and put them in a box, the box with the big question mark on it, the one that held her deepest and inner most thoughts locked away, the one that was seemingly let loose of a night time to occupy her brain.