Ta da! A new fanfic made by muuah, yes me, Lilysofheaven. Well enjoy and tell me what ya think even if ya hate this story with a firery passion!

"Yeah well you know what? I could care less about your problems right now… and I'm not going to help you get your ass out of it ether, cause your stupid plans always get us both into trouble, and I have to drag us both out of it!" screamed a rather beautiful girl with chestnut curls bouncing around her face, as she used exaggerated hand motions to portray how pissed off she truly was.

As for the one she was yelling at, he just rolled his eyes and thought, 'Did Chestnut Curls always have to give him the same speech over and over again? Crap! I forgot she can read people's-'

WHACK!

The one he had named Chestnut Curls had rammed her fist right into the middle of her "protector's" face. (Notice the quotations around protector's).

"That right!" she said in a sing-song voice, giggling and giving him a what'd are ya gonna do about it expression. And in response to his thoughtful question, "Because you have to be stupid enough to come up with these idiotic ideas." SLAP! "Idiot."

"Owww… For Christ's sake! Damn you woman!" he yelled while he picked up Chestnut Curls around her waist and hoisting her onto his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He began to walk towards their destination muttering a few things that put women to shame which only earned him multiple slaps in the face; actually one per each crude he said. As a result, he was left with a bright red sore spot on his left cheek, to which the 16 year-old-girl dangerously said that he would have one to match on his right cheek if he didn't shut his pie hole.

And so, the purple-haired teen did the first thing he does best; (which by now you'd think he'd learned) he thought about things that thus far only concluded in him acquiring yet another sore spot on his body: Oh god, by the time we reach where we're supposed to go, I'll be to beat-up to fight! God! Did she have to hit my beautiful face?

"Well duh, blockhead! I aimed for your face to inflict the most damage because your facial features are the only things you've got going for you." Chestnut Curls confirmed sweetly. Too sweetly if you asked the teen carrying her, who just continuously shuddered at the look on her face. But then he froze, pretended to look confused, and turned his head towards the girl whose face, usually a creamy peach color, had by now had blossomed into a shade of crimson that could rival in brightness with her lavish curls; obviously what she had just said had sunk in—no, scratch that, had just sunk in deeply, so deep, that it could in fact have a conversation with the animal life on the bottom of the deepest ocean.

"So… You think I'm good looking do you?" This time it was the 18 year-old's turn to smirk (coughveryseductivelycough) and the girl's turn to shudder, though not for the same reason "GET YOUR FILTHLY HANDS OFF OF ME YOU HOUND!" she screeched while trying to get out of the stronger boy's iron grip.

Apparently, he had just done the second thing he does best that, wow, who'da thought, also pisses Chestnut Curls off; A.K.A, acting like a pervert. As he had looked at her he had slipped the hand that was holding her on his shoulder to her rear. I might have gotten another bruise (she had kicked him in the stomach for feeling her ass) but it was so worth it.

"I can read minds you know, I thought we just established that… god... Forget much?" She said tiredly, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Well, you keep doing it without permission! So how am I supposed to know when you decide to be nosey and listen to my thoughts? God are you –"

He looked at her, not knowing how she'd take this and to save him self from injury ended with, "Nice? Kind? Sympathetic? Merciful?" He whimpered.

"Well I can't help it! When I touch someone their feelings and thoughts just fill me up that's all… i-it takes awhile for me to get them under control and for them to stop coming into me…" she said solemnly. Her curls covering her face, but not helping in any way to mask the river of tears rapidly flowing down her chin. Knowing that she didn't want to talk any more about the subject, he slipped her off his shoulder, and tenderly held her bridal style, letting her nuzzle against his chest.

"And its not like I had a choice when he gave me this power anyways." she muttered softly speaking to herself more then him, and also not aware that the wine-eyed colored boy had heard her tiny emotion-filled sob.

He coddled her like a baby, silently kissed her on the forehead, and whispered, "I know babe, I know…"

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