"Silver, What are you doing?" I heard Blaze's voice as I walked down the street. "I don't like this! Stop it! "
What the hell? I thought.
I walked closer and I heard Silver's reply: "Come on, Blaze, you know you want me! I know you like this. Just admit it!"
"No I don't! I just want to be friends! Stop touching me! "
"Well, that just too bad! That's not what I want… "
Blaze was crying now, and I sped up and started running down the alley they were in. Then I saw them, Silver was holding Blaze just above him with his telekinesis, slowly lowering her towards him. I saw the pain in Blaze's eyes, the utter fear in her stature. I felt my rage bubbling just below the surface.
"Oi, Silver!" I called, pulling my arm back, my anger screaming for release.
He turned around to be met with my fist.
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I picked up the limp Blaze and ran before he could get up. I didn't know where her house was, so I took her to mine. The anger in me had still yet to subside, and I wished nothing more than to go back and strangle the stupid boy.
It was morning when she woke up, and I was making breakfast.
"Morning, sleeping beauty" I said, trying to sound supportive.
Blaze blushed, then she turned away and said softly, "Thank you, if you hadn't came when you did, he would've… he would've…" At that she started crying. Her tears burned a path down her face that bothered me beyond what words can explain. It just won't stop bugging me…
"Hey" I said "Come on, where's the strong girl I know, hm?"
She wiped her eyes and looked up at me, tears still flowing. Then, she threw her arms around me. Her body was warm and soft on mine, and I smiled slightly.
We hugged each other for what seemed like an eternity, until the smoke alarm went off. Oh…Shit!
I whirled to face the stove, only to see the pancakes I was making were going up in flames. The smoke burned my nose as I franticly looked for something to put out the fire with.
"Crap, crap, crap" I said as I tried to put out the fire. It became a mantra to me until I found a bottle of clear liquid. Saved!
I poured what I thought was water on the fire. It wasn't, it was vodka (So I like vodka, okay. Sonic isn't as much of a kiddy game as you think, deal with it in therapy). I franticly got some water out of the sink and finally put out the fire, wondering why I hadn't thought of that in the first place.
"Well" I said "There goes our breakfast." I muttered sadly. What a waste of perfectly good pancake mix.
Blaze couldn't help it any more; she burst out laughing, her tears rolling down her face for an entirely different reason. I almost found humor in the situation, but more so was I glad that her tears had stopped. I can't stand to see a woman cry.
"Better to laugh than to cry, as they say"
Then, in one fluid motion, she slid a chair in front of me and stood on top of it. She paused for a moment, my confused gaze causing her a second's hesitation. Then her face descended to mine. What pure bliss those lips wrought! I met her fevered advances in kind, grabbing the side and back of her head. My tongue slid past those velvet lips to join in the passionate dance that they were currently engaged in. Finally, we had to come up for breath.
"So, what do we do now?" I said after we broke off the kiss.
"We make another breakfast" She replied, giggling at my sputtering as she stalked toward my refrigerator.