So then they handcuffed me and said, "Anything you say can and will be held against you…" So I said, "Johnny Depp."

…Hehe…


Thoughts: I hate Batman. I'm sorry to those who like him, but it creeps me out how he runs around with his spandex underwear on the outside, forcing a little boy to follow him around. "Quick, Robin! Fetch the Shark-Repellant Bat Spray!" (That's an actual quote, by the way)

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Part II: Velocity Sucks!


{Once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while people will take your breath away.}


Remember how that puppy stalked me? Well, he wasn't giving up anytime soon. He actually followed me onto the train! I've met a lot of dogs, and not one of them stalked me like this one did. He was a stalker puppy, and I couldn't shake him.

So, when I sat down in the musty subway car on one of the uncomfortable, plastic seats, the dog was right at my feet. I nervously glanced around, knowing that you're not supposed to bring animals onto the subway unless they're in carriers. I caught a few awkward and annoyed looks that'd been shot at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from the dog. He was starting to get on my nerves. Actually, he'd been on my nerves for a while. Still, he was adorable, so I tolerated his presence. And yet the strangers around me were still giving me angry glances. Crap. They all thought this was my dog.

"This sucks," I muttered yet again under my breath as I bent down and picked up the dog. I feel like that was going to become my motto sometime soon. I pulled him onto my lap, which was strangely easy, and untied my sweater from around my waist. I draped it over him and hid him from sight. I sighed in relief and slumped down in my seat.

When the train pulled up to its next stop, I was momentarily confused. My train didn't usually stop here. That's when I was cruelly reminded: this wasn't my train. Mira wasn't going to be happy. I could only hope that she wouldn't go all Pro-Wrestling on me. That was Mira's dark side. I shivered. I didn't want to think about that at the moment.

I looked up, jerking myself away from those thoughts, to see a rather elderly looking man in front of me. He was gripping onto the bar and looking around the subway car. And that was when the war of morals waged inside of me. I normally always give my seat to elderly, pregnant, or injured people…I'm just that good of a person. This time, though, I was holding a dog. I didn't want anyone to discover aforementioned dog, otherwise he might be taken away. Grrrr. Dog or old guy? Dog or old guy?

"Excuse me, Sir. Would you like my seat?" I asked. Curse you, Lucy! Why must you be so nice!?

The man smiled, his stately mustache turning up, "Why thank you, Child. You're very kind."

I stood up, hauling the dog with me, (still covered by my sweater, might I add), and let the man sit down. "What's your name?" he asked, looking up at me. His short legs dangled over the edge.

"Lucy," I answered. I didn't really need anyone knowing my last name. They always look at me differently.

"Well, thank you again, Lucy. You're too nice for your own good," he said with a nod.

"You nailed that one on the head," I said with a nod. The puppy squirmed in my arms and I barely caught him. I'm pretty sure the man noticed, but he didn't say anything…just raised an eyebrow.

"My name is Makarov," he said with a grin. Next I knew, we'd pulled up to another stop. Makarov stood and nodded at me. He disappeared into the crowd of people. I tried to seize my seat again, but it was too late. A lady wearing way too much makeup had sat herself down in it. Screw rush hour.

I leaned against one of the poles that jutted out of the floor and held the dog tightly against my chest. His nose peeped out and I un-stealthily pulled my sweater back over his little pink sniffer. "Stay in there for a little while longer," I whispered to him. He let out a little whine in reply. "Yeah, well I don't like this either. You're flippin' heavy."

I casually looked around the car once we started moving again. Two more stops until I had to get off. I entertained myself by people watching. I do that a lot when I'm bored and in a public place. I give the strangers around me back stories, purely from my imagination, of course. For example, the man with the fedora and trench coat in the corner is actually a private detective, and he's currently on this train because he's transporting information in that suitcase he's holding. The woman with the makeup and the perm combo who stole my seat, her husband just asked for a divorce. Why? Because he couldn't stand her selfishness and bad sense of style any longer.

The guy with the black hoodie and shades that conceal his face is an undercover cop. He's riding the subway to make sure that no drug deals are going down. The subway is a dangerous place, and so he's come to clear up the streets…the…subway streets, (so those don't exist, but they do now…because this is my imagination). He's been authorized to use deadly force and is packing heat underneath his hoodie. Ok, so I know I just imagined that…but it still made me uneasy.

That was when someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up to see a guy with orangey hair and glasses looking down at me. He looked me up and down, which creeped me out. "Excuse me, I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?"

I stared at him. He stared back. I blinked…and then, I'm not ashamed to say this, I cracked up. The dog squirmed in my arms and I almost dropped him. "Wait, are you serious?"

He grinned, "Only if you are."

"That was really bad, Guy. I don't date players…even ones who are bad at playing," I said and then turned away. He tapped my shoulder.

"My name's Leo," he said.

I nodded, "Good to know. I'll file that one under 'Don't care' with everything else you've said to me." Ok, so that was mean. But seriously…can you blame me? I'd had a bad morning and I was in a bad mood. Not to mention the dog that was indignantly moving around.

"Ouch," he said and then noticed the squirming animal. Well, he only noticed the squirming sweater…which he probably, if not definitely, thought was weird. "You look like you're having trouble. Can I help you with that?"

He was pointing to my little bundle of animal, "Um…no." I really didn't need this guy's help. The dog wasn't so heavy that I was about to drop him…probably.

"Are you…sure?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Really, really sure," I replied. I then, for reasons I do not know, glanced over to where the undercover cop was sitting. He was staring at me. Well, he probably was. I couldn't really tell due to the shades, but his head was turned my way. I immediately looked away. Crap! This looked bad, didn't it?

I mean, I don't really know what a drug deal looks like…but this could be interpreted wrong, couldn't it? Jeez. If he arrested me for dealing drugs, I could go to prison. I could get prison-shanked! I could die! Holy crap! I glanced around, suddenly wanting to get off the subway. Wait, we were still moving. Curse my overactive imagination!

The next stop was announced and relief flooded through me. I let go of the pole and waited, desperate to get off. Still, I had to get to work. Should I get off or shouldn't I? It was just my imagination, right? I wouldn't die because of this. And it wasn't a 100% chance that I'd get shanked, right?

When we pulled up to the stop, I realized too late that I wasn't holding onto the pole any longer. Let me remind you, I hate physics. There is a law in the physics realm, Newton's first law of motion, which states that an object in motion tends to stay in motion. That is exactly what happened to me when I was flung across the subway car, and exactly why I discovered a brand new, fiery hate for physics. The guy who hit on me, Leo, tried to catch me, but he was too late. And this, Ladies and Gentleman, is why physics class made me want to either run away or feed my homework to my dog.

I hurtled towards the undercover cop, his shades glinting behind his black hoodie. Prison awaited me, didn't it? A good shanking awaited me, didn't it? I was going to die! Get a hold of yourself, Lucy!

"Watch out," shouted Undercover Cop as he reached forward. What was I watching for exactly? I didn't know. My best guess was his lap…because that was what physics had deemed a good target. I braced for impact and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the door to the car open and close, the little contraptions that worked them squeaking annoyingly. I felt comfortably warm. Heat was surrounding me and calming my spinning mind.

I opened my eyes to see what was warming me up so nicely. I immediately jerked away. My lips still tingled strangely…"I didn't mean to kiss you, I promise," I said, shaking my head slightly. Ok, you kissed him, Lucy. You're officially a clumsy idiot. Now don't let it go to your head! He might think you're a drug dealer, you idiot! Ok, so my mental pep-talk wasn't inspiring.

The guy's shades didn't let me see his eyes, but up close I could tell that he was at least a little handsome. He had a sharp jaw that was clean-shaven, slightly yet stylishly messy pink—Pink!—hair, and perfect, model-like lips…which were now curving into a smile. His smile almost blinded me.

Judging by the fact that I was now sitting on this guy's lap in the middle of the subway car, having missed my chance to get off the train, with his arms wrapped around my waist…I'm going to have to guess that he caught me when I fell…or rather when I plummeted towards him. Somehow I'd managed to keep a tight hold on the dog. This was one freakin' lucky dog.

"Mind telling me what you've got under that sweater? I'm a bit curious," he said. He had a pretty sexy voice. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't like it or that I didn't like how mysterious this guy seemed. I mean, from what I could see he was seriously hot…but I couldn't tell because he was still wearing his shades and hoodie. Oh wait…I almost forgot. This guy's an undercover cop and he just asked me what I was carrying. Prison! Shanking! No!

"Wait! I'm not a drug dealer! I swear! The only thing I smuggle is small dogs! …And sometimes food!"

"Drug dealer? Shouldn't you be more concerned by the fact that the guy you were just talking to tried to steal money from you."

"He did?"

"Yes."

"Eh, don't care. My purse was already stolen along with my dignity."

The guy didn't say anything, just smiled again. "You're a weird one," he said with a smirk. Godammit…stop showing me small yet glorious hints of sexiness, Undercover Cop! It's really starting to get to me!

"Ok, so this is a dog…not drugs," I said, lifting the sweater just enough to let the puppy stick his little head out. It still seemed weird that I was carrying around a dog in the subway without a carrier, so I added , "I'm a vet." …which I wasn't, but it felt like some sort of justification. It was just a little white lie, right?

"Why do you keep talking about drugs? Why are you smuggling a small dog?"

"Um…that's sort of a long story," I replied. The dog suddenly decided that he'd try and go on an adventure, the little bugger. He attempted an escape. I caught him before he could, though. Unfortunately, (or maybe fortunately…depending), for me, that resulted in me pressed up against Mr. Undercover Cop. His chest felt pretty muscly through his hoodie. Promising. Promising.

"Are you aware that you're sitting on a total stranger's lap after having just kissed him and are still acting normal about it? Do you do this a lot?"

"Yeah, I do. I hang around subways and pounce on unsuspecting guys, especially ones with hoodies and shades on…who have pink hair. I've claimed a lot of victims."

His laugh was just as good as I imagined it to be. I smiled, "So, if you don't mind, I'll be going now. I've got to go slink around in the shadows and wait for more naïve, pink-haired guys to become my new targets."

With that I eased off of his lap and carried my dog companion to the doors, which were now sliding open again. My stop. At last.

"Hey, what's your name?" the guy called after me.

I stopped for a moment and turned to look at him, "I don't give my name to random strangers, pink-haired or otherwise." And that was the last I thought I'd ever see of him, not even having discovered the staggering hotness of his whole gorgeous face. I was wrong, though. So…so wrong. I unwittingly stumbled into a world that was foreign to me. The moment that knot appeared in my hair, causing me to inevitably end up on that stranger's lap, that crazy world awaited me. The world of a rock star, (AKA Undercover Cop).


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"Don't even try to fight it, Lucy. It's time," Mira said seriously, her eyes burning mine. The fiery passion that's so terrifying had ignited in her pupils.

"Mira, I can't-"

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