Of Eyes, Anger, & Curves: A Companion

A Codename: Kids Next Door Fan Fiction

By

~CallMeButLove~

KND © Mr. Warburton

A Companion to 'Of Eyes, Anger & Curves'

Writing Operative: ~CallMeButLove~

Hogarth Pennywhistle Gillian, II sat stock still in the driver's seat of his car, as the engine cooled in the summer evening air. He knew his wife well. Words would be of no use to him right now, he'd been an impressively massive fool, he'd hurt her and the worst of it was he knew it. Nothing he could say would stop what was going to happen now. The most he could hope for was to use the time well. He watched her exit the car and step purposefully into the house. He figured silently, at most he'd have 20-25 minutes to prepare.

Abby had taken up running in high school, as a way to release stress from the day's studies. She had continued throughout college and still ran now, whenever she had something to work through. The steady beat of her trainers on the pavement, the heat of her body, the burn as she pushed her leg muscles to go farther, and farther, until the burn would spread, until it filled her lungs and engulfed her whole being in flames that purged away all the offending worries, stresses, frustrations, anything that was on her mind. She would return calm, smooth, at peace, and they'd talk about the problem. Sometimes she'd just tell him that she was fine now, and then just move on with no talk required.

The woman was smooth as caramel candy. Cool as ice, and yet she was the most gentle loving soul Hoagie had ever known. Abigail constituted the center of his universe, she shone like the sun with absolutely no effort at all, and he orbited her with the same compulsion of the planets around the literal one. He couldn't stop worshiping her if he tried. Now to make her see that again, to make up for the beach and his stupidity. He and Wally had both been a little too male today, a little too easily swayed by a pretty face and flawless body. The guilt would have caused him to miss his chance for redemption if Abby had not emerged from the front door in her running clothes and sped off down the driveway past him and down the lane they lived on.

Shaken to action he bolted in through the door and made his way quickly to the kitchen. He could get almost everything he needed here, and then get the rest after. He knew the routine. If it was him she was mad at when she'd start a run, then upon her return she'd shower in the guest bathroom downstairs. Just to make sure she would have to come upstairs this time, Hoagie placed all his collected items at the foot of the stairs, went to the guest room and smiled at the click of the lock. He swung the door shut firmly behind him, and grinned wider thinking that Abby would probably just assume that he'd holed up in there to avoid her wrath until she cooled down, he'd done it before, after all.

TO BE CONTINUED...