And Here She Is

by c59t

Throughout her time in college, Blake finds herself in many types of situations. Some good, some bad, some involving a police chase which leads her to an unrecognized area where she meets a girl who helps her out of the situation and the rest is a blur and she wonders if it was just a dream until she runs into the mysterious blond again a week later... ya' know, the usual.

She just wants read; to snuggle up on her couch with a good book and her favorite blanket, delicately sipping freshly brewed tea in a candlelit room, the soft ticking of the wall clock the only sound accompanying her.

She doesn't need this.

She doesn't need to be out in the chilly midnight air with nothing but her silk pajamas, and a flashlight.

She doesn't need the sound of sirens blaring in her ears and colorful lights obscuring her vision as her anxiety slowly creeps its way into her heart and up through her neck to her head.

She really doesn't need to be running for her life with the two absolute imbeciles who dragged her into this mess.

She feels the cold air stinging at her throat and through her nostrils as she pants, trying desperately to keep her breathing even to keep her energy steady. She feels her feet go numb as she runs across the asphalt, regretting leaving her shoes behind.

Why did she agree to this?

How the hell did her friends convince her to join them in their little charade?

Why is it the one time she actually decides to go with them, they get caught?

Really, she should have just stayed home. She should have gone to bed early. She should have studied for her finals even though she already knows everything by heart. She should have practiced her bass guitar. She should have watched a movie. She should have sat down and stared blankly at the wall, wondering how the heck that annoying black blotch got there and why the hell won't it come up? She should have done literally anything other than agree to this catastrophe of a night out.

Because now, the police are after them, and here she is running through the abandoned lot she and her friends tagged with as much color and creative imagination they could muster at this hour.

And to top the icing on the cake, she realizes with utmost horror they are coming to a dead end.

Blake really, really doesn't need this.

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A/N

I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm at a creative slump right now and I need to get the gears going again.

Oh well. Let's have some fun with it :]

-c59t