Author's Note: First off, I don't own Scott Levy aka Raven. If I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing this story. Second, this is the first official chapter. It started off as a little drabble and turned into a story. Third, much thanks to xEnigma's.Wicked.Angelx and FuRy N eNeRgY for the wonderful reviews. I hope you both enjoy the story very much.
What she had agreed to inside the cafe finally hit Giselle as they reached Scott's rental car. Pausing, she turned her hazel eyes on him. "Wait. What do you mean Atlanta?" Scott gave a little chuckle. "Come travel with me. Stay with me for a couple of months, then re-open your practice." There was a look of disbelief on her face as her head shook. "I can't! What about the cafe?" Scott wrapped an arm around her lightly. "Not your problem anymore, now is it? C'mon, you need a break." His hand reached out, fingers wrapping around the door handle, opening it. He gave her a gentle nudge. A sigh came from her as she surrendered, sliding into the seat. Her hazel gaze turned to look at the cafe once more before Scott drove off.
What the hell am I do??? Getting away. With a famous wrestler! So? It's just Scott. He could just leave me on my ass after a week, leaving me. It's Scott, he wouldn't do that. I don't know that! Yes, I do. He's my friend, he wouldn't do that. The argument she was having with herself stopped as she gently laid a pair of jeans in her suitcase. It was still a crazy idea but she was going to go through with it. She needed to. She craved a change, had a want to leave to cafe, she wanted to get out and have some fun. Fingers rose, pushing a ruby red lock behind her ear before moving into the bathroom.
Scott stared around the living room, snickering to himself. The last time he had been there had been a very eventful night. His brown gaze looked at every little thing, trying to keep his mind off of what he had just done. He had an argument for every negative thought that came into his mind. First it was she was a stranger, he had known her for nine years, but had only met her eleven times. Then he was afraid she was going to get the wrong impression and become all crazy and possessive, he only invited her as a friend. She could rob him high and dry, it's Giselle. His thoughts caved in as he watched her make sure the upstairs lights were off and windows locked. A small smile came to his face as she made her way down the stairs. "Ready?" He rose from the couch and moved towards her. Despite her protests, he bent down to pick up both of her bags.
Their flight had gone well. Their conversations were based around Vi, Giselle's former practice, Scott's latest adventures. They landed in Atlanta smoothly and once they got outside Scott raised his hand to flag down a taxi cab. His place wasn't too far away, twenty, twenty five minutes. Her fingers figited with each other the whole way there. Her thoughts couldn't help but second guess her decision but it was too late to turn back now. When they were almost there Scott reached over to grab her hand letting his fingers intertwine with hers. Hazels turned to stare into his rich brown ones. His lips turned into a soft smile of reassurance.
As the driver popped the trunk, grabbing all three suitcases. Giselle's lips parted to protest and he knew what she was about to say. Before a word could leave her mouth a set of keys were tossed towards her. Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the keys to catch them. Fingers flipped through the set of keys, looking for the one to open the front door. Scott entered first, setting the bags down next to the door, and pushing a light switch to illuminate the hallway. "Welcome to your new home for the next couple of months. Make yourself at home. I've got to go fix up the guest room."
Hazels watched Scott slowly make his way up the stairs. Giggles filled her throat and she fought to suppress them. The whole idea and the fact she actually did something that spontaneous struck her as hilarious. Once Giselle got herself under control she ventured into the living room. Black plush leather made up the sectional couch, loveseat, and two armchairs. The entertainment center consisted of a 68" flat panel plasma television, an HD DVD/CD/MP3 player, a Nintendo Wii, a Playstation 3, and a X-Box 360. One full wall had built in shelving containing a CD collection large enough to make even a radio station jealous and a movie collection almost as impressive. The kitchen looked brand new, she could only assume it wasn't used much as Scott admitted a few years back he wasn't the cooking type. She stared longingly at the large amount of black counter space and the stainless steel oven. In a corner was a glass dining table and four chairs. Moving to the cabinets her fingers wrapped around each handle, opening them. Scott found her staring at a nearly empty fridge.
"Hungry?" His laugh followed. "There's nothing in this house!" The door to the fridge shut. "I told you, I don't cook. You never answered my question. Hungry?" Ruby locks bounced as she nodded. "Good. Go freshen up and we'll go out." Giselle offered to cook but Scott wouldn't have it. He led her down the hall to the stairs, up them, and to her room. It was plain, obvious he didn't have much company. Just a queen size bed, a dresser, night table, desk and chair.
They met downstairs twenty minutes later. He took her to a cozy little steak house. Everything had been delicious. After dinner they moved to the bar, near the little dance floor. After a couple of more drinks they joined a handful of couple on the dance floor. Her head rested on the silk material of his shirt as they slowly danced. Browns looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. "Thank you." It was a soft whisper from her, barely heard over the music. They danced most of the night away until close. Giselle couldn't help but giggle at the wrester as they made their way to his car. "Should you be driving?" Her voice had a teasing tone. "More than you should." He opened the passenger door for her and she got in. Giselle watched Scott get in and start the car.
"Hey, remember the first time we got drunk together?" Pink filled Giselle's cheeks, the darkness hiding the color. "How could I forget? You broke my favorite lamp!" Scott reached his hand over, gently swatting her. "I bought you a new one and at least I wasn't the one half naked on the catwalk." It was her turn to hit him. Giselle had been molested by a group of girls on the catwalk, getting stripped down to her bra and her skirt hiked up. "You know you liked it though." Scott grinned. "You're damn right I did. So did every other guy in the club." Giselle let out a snicker but wouldn't say anymore on that night. They had never spoken about the aftermath and the thought of talking about it made her nervous.
