Short Story 1 of 100 I do not own Cowboy Bebop
1. Abandon
"You were just afraid they'd abandon you so you left first," Gren smiled down at Faye. She smiled slightly before scoffing, " I feel like I'm in a confession booth." Gren excused him self to take a shower after offering her one first. After he left Faye eased herself up off of the couch to look at the pictures on his wall. She felt slightly uncomfortable here. She wasn't quite sure what it was though. Gren seemed nice, but she still didn't trust him. She sipped her drink as she thought about his word choice.
"Abandon," she felt the word slip out of her lips as she sighed. What if they did abandon her? They were all she had after all. "They," being all of the members of the Bebop: Jet, Ed, Ein, and…well, and Spike. She knew she didn't abandon them. It's only abandon if the person, or people, that you're leaving actually want you to be with them. That's why she told them not to look for her; she wanted to see if they really did want her. If they really did then they would ignore her request and look, of course, they would probably look for the money that she took too.
She sipped her drink again. "Spike," she thought silently. They were so similar it almost scared her. The way they both argued about the same stuff and in the same styles. If there even were styles of arguing. She new he didn't care about her though. If he had his way then he'd never go looking for her. The thought tore her up inside. She would go looking for Spike if he ever left. She knew it because, as hard as it was to admit, she liked the guy. And to some extent arguing with him was just a way of communication. But he, he was probably relishing in the fact that the Bebop was empty from her presence. Her train of thought was cut short, however, as the phone rang in Gren's room.