Disclaimer: Ok, I actually have to have a disclaimer this time. The idea belongs to TheNewNightingale, and the summary is a sentence from Inspired.GO READ IT. It's a 40 sentence thing, with amazing ideas and this is my second story from it.
Title: Forced To Be IgnoredSummary: Oh a whim, he took her to a musical. After all, he thought, they could both relate to Phantom of the Opera.
"Phantom of the Opera?"
He chuckled as she stared at the poster, her eyebrow raised as if questioning him, what the hell do you think you're doing?
He put an arm around her shoulders, only for her to push it back and roll her eyes.
"Why are we—"
"Oh look, the line moved!" He pulled her by the arm and moved forward, ignoring her complaints.
"X—"
"Sssh." He whispered into her ear, once again putting both his arms around her from behind. "We can't let anyone hear."
"Yes, as if they won't recognize me."
"Of course not!" He grinned. "But you're taking that wig off once we get back, it's not you."
"Of course it's not me! That's the point!" She whispered in outrage.
But, as usual, he ignored her.
Finally, after a few minutes, he was able to buy their tickets and ran into the theater, looking for their seats and acting oblivious to Raven's protests. Once finding their seats, he sat down and pulled her down with him.
She grunted.
If this idiot thinks he can pull me around—
"See Raven, isn't this nice?" He said, grinning a stupid grin.
"Oh yes, it is, let's ignore the fact that it hasn't even started yet, shall we?"
"I know! This empty stage is a wonderfulsight to watch!"
She let out a small smile, turning her face away from the man who usually donned the Red X suit.
But today, he was in civilian clothes, as was she, and it was to his advantage since no one knew his alias.
But her…
Soon, the show started, and she shifted, not realizing she was inching closer to him. He smirked, putting his arm around her again, and pulled her closer, their shoulders touching.
"As much as I appreciate this," she whispered to him, "why are we here anyway?"
He looked at her and shrugged. "Eh, Phantom of the Opera relates to us, dontcha think?" He didn't speak after that, and continued to watch the show.
She stared at him, understanding what he meant.
He wanted her didn't he? And here she was, in his grasp.
… But she didn't feel like leaving any time soon. As dangerous as he was, danger was her heritage.
She turned back to watch the show, listening to the song Phantom of the Opera, and she felt she was Christine, and him the Phantom.
And she didn't mind.
Ok… that was bad. Really. Sorry for making it horrible.
This is dedicated to TheNewNightingale, as this is her idea from her story "Inspired". Thanks for letting me use it!
If anyone wants to give me feedback on how to make this better, I will gladly edit it and repost it.
Love,
Ivy
