Over the next week, Alison grew more and more accustomed to the lifestyle change that she had to go through. The shots she received had a gradual decrease in effect on her, after she would first receive them that is. Her hands only slightly trembled, but her far vision remained. In training, she was able to move objects with her mind. Not anywhere close to mastering it, but she was able to move objects more times than not. Ezra came up with various training exercises in order to stimulate the ability as well as allow her to control it.
Verging on two weeks later, there was a group training session in the same room that they had it on the first day. Emily was on time this time, laughing with Toby a good ten minutes before Lorenzo was due to show up. Toby talked to Emily with his hands on his hips, and occasionally tried to playfully kick her. Alison's eyes narrowed, were they a thing?
"What's up, cupcake?" Noel asked, coming up to stand next to her. He had started to call her cupcake, knowing that she didn't like the nickname at all. Noel thought it was funny, and barely called Alison by her name anymore. Alison had tried to correct him, threatening to kick him in a special area when he refused to stop. But Noel had been growing on her, even if she didn't want to admit it. He was funny, and seemed to like her the most out of everyone in the facility.
It wasn't that Spencer, Hanna, or Aria weren't nice. It was the fact Emily always was with them, so trying to talk to them while staying away from Emily was a bit of a challenge. Spencer seemed to be the friendliest, and Alison quickly learned her secrets. Hanna had let up a few secrets, but Aria hadn't shared much with her at all. All she knew from Aria was that her abilities revolved around electricity, and the lighting like electricity that came from her hands was hot and bright, and had a purple glow to it.
"Do Toby and Emily have a thing?" Alison asked, cocking her head to the side as she watched them interact.
Noel laughed, "Are you kidding? Emily's extremely gay."
Alison's eyebrows raised, she was into girls? "Sorry, I'm new here and we aren't exactly on the best terms. It may be common knowledge but I literally know nothing about her," Alison said.
Noel shrugged, "Sorry, I just find it funny. It's a shame though, she's really hot."
Alison didn't argue, Noel was right. The part of Emily's head that was buzzcut had been recently shaved a bit shorter. There were wave patterns shaved into her head as well, making a small work of art on the shaved area. Alison's eyes roamed down Emily's body as she watched her talk to Toby. She paid attention to the openings on Emily's jumpsuit. There was one on each of her forearms, where her fins would protrude out of when she got wet. On her back, there was a large opening for where her dorsal ridge would protrude out of her back. The opening let Alison get a glimpse of Emily's back, since there was nothing covering her other than the jumpsuit. Emily had a toned back, and gave Alison a view of her skin until the opening ended at her lower back.
Lorenzo entered the training room seconds later, carrying a clipboard and a bottle of water. He nonchalantly strolled in, reading his clipboard as he approached them.
"Alright! We have another sparring day today!" Lorenzo said. "Lucky for you guys, since what was originally scheduled was a group obstacle course. Guess they couldn't get enough people to come and set it all up this morning."
Noel cracked his neck next to her, who was rarely allowed to participate in the sparring due to his strength. The first day Alison arrived, they had let him fight a guy who was just as big as him. Unfortunately for Noel, he lost control and ended up body slamming his opponent on the ground. It ended badly, and Lorenzo yelled at Noel. Noel couldn't help it though, he couldn't control his strength completely yet.
"Who'd like to go first?" Lorenzo asked.
Watching various people spar was becoming boring for Alison, who hadn't had the chance to so much as throw a punch at someone for the past hour. Lorenzo called up pair after pair, until Alison was sure she would be like Noel and not get picked. Noel left the sparring in the first five minutes, telling Lorenzo he would rather lift weights and do something productive than sit and watch people spar.
"Alright, let's have Emily and Alison up again. Let's see if we can get a different fight out of you two," Lorenzo said, as Aria walked out of the middle.
"Good luck," Aria said, a bit out of breath as Alison walked past her. She had faced a very large guy who wasn't as big as Noel was, but it had been a three minute match and Aria only narrowly lost.
"Thanks, but I don't think I'll need it," Alison said, smirking at Emily, who clearly could hear her.
Emily's bruised face had healed, the bruise was mostly faded and didn't look quite as purple and swollen. She cracked her neck and flexed her arms, staring down Alison with her piercing dark brown eyes. Alison knew she could take her again, was Lorenzo putting them together as a joke?
"Alright," Lorenzo said. "You spar until your shoulders hit the ground. No one wins until they've pinned the other's shoulders to the ground."
"What is this WWE?" Alison scoffed, but fell into a fighting stance anyway.
Lorenzo blew his whistle, and Emily dove at Alison. She wanted this fight to be over, knowing they were the last pair to go before Lorenzo would say that sparring was over for the day. Emily's uppercut came at Alison with speed, but Alison stepped back defensively without reciprocating the attack.
Without even pausing, Emily stepped to the side and rotated her body, lifting her elbow to Ali's face. Alison stepped back yet again and bent down on one knee as Emily's elbow lost momentum. Emily hissed in concentration, as Alison got up. Alison smirked to herself, she was the first person in this organization and she couldn't even beat the newest member?
Alison's feet pivoted, as she hastily took her fighting stance again. She was going to let Emily fight this out, and only dodge her attacks. Although, she too wanted the fight to end, it was a bit amusing to see Emily make a fool of herself in front of everyone else.
"Is that all you got, fish girl?" Alison laughed. "Can't even take on me?"
Emily's eyes narrowed, and Alison knew she had hit a nerve judging by the way the tendons in her neck tightened visibly. Emily threw another punch at Alison, who blocked it by holding up her arm and using her forearm to block it. Another came at her abdomen, which Alison only narrowly avoided.
It wasn't until a few punches later on Emily's string of attacks that threw Alison off. Emily's latest punch at her, pulled back as Alison went to move away from it, and she felt two arms shove her shoulders. Alison stumbled back for a moment, her balance caught off guard by the force on her shoulders. Not even a second later, Alison watched Emily turn to the side and lift a leg to kick her right in the abdomen.
Alison flew back, and fell on her back right near the edge of the sparring circle. She felt her shoulders hit the ground, but managed to hold her head up from being smashed on the ground. The pain was excruciating, and she couldn't breathe. It was as if someone had sat on her stomach, expelling all of the air from her lungs. And her back felt like it was on fire, stinging like someone had slapped her entire back until it was red. Her head was spinning as people around her made sounds of impressment, as well as shock. Alison couldn't focus on that however. On top of the pain she felt in her stomach, she suddenly felt nauseous too.
She only had just enough time to turn over onto her stomach and support herself with her arms, when vomit came up and she was puking on the training room floor. The people around her quickly backed away, their sounds of impressment quickly turned to sounds of disgust. Alison coughed and spluttered, the pain in her stomach only slightly subsiding as she took heaving breaths of air. Spencer came to her side, but stayed back a few feet to avoid the mess.
Alison could hear Lorenzo's deep voice, but was too focused on breathing and the loud pounding of her heart in her ears, that she didn't pay attention to what she was saying. She heard a pair of footsteps casually approach her, as she wiped her mouth. She looked up to see Emily standing over her, the fluorescent ceiling light shined light around her body. Her face was hard, as she crouched down next to Alison.
"Whatever idea that you have in your head that you're tough shit ends now," Emily hissed, her voice firm and seething. "We all may have special abilities, but we're all people. The only thing that makes us different from regular people is what we can do. Now, if you don't get that self entitled head out of your ass, you're gonna get killed. Just like any other regular human in the world, all because you think you're better. We're not invincible, a bullet could kill you just as easily as anyone else. If you don't watch your back, maybe it will."
Alison glared at her, still breathing heavily as Emily stood up from her crouched position. She watched as Emily walked by the people in the circle, and began heading towards the training room doors.
"Come on Ali," Spencer said, moving to stand in front of her and block her view. "Let me help you up."
Alison pushed off Spencer, and pulled herself to her feet. An angry hell escaped her lips, as she charged at Emily. Emily took a few quick paced backwards, as Toby grabbed Alison around the waist and pulled her away from reaching Emily. Hanna stepped between them too, and Aria pulled on Alison's arm to hold her back.
"Enough! Enough!" Lorenzo yelled, his voice booming across the training room.
Alison glared at Emily, and suddenly Emily was being thrown backwards. No seen force had pushed her, but Emily flew back ten feet and fell on her back. Alison was quick to realize it was her own ability that had caused Emily to go flying, spurred on by the sudden and extreme anger she felt for Emily.
"Say that again bitch!" Alison yelled.
"Ali, calm down," Spencer said, as Toby continued to prevent Alison from breaking free of his grip.
Lorenzo continued to yell at them to stop, as Emily slowly got up from the ground. She looked shocked, not expecting Alison to retaliate as she did.
They both exchanged glares at each other across the training room, as Alison stopped fighting against Toby. If that was the game she was going to play with her, so be it. It wasn't unnatural for Alison to have at least one enemy wherever she went.
Alison winced as a latex gloved hand applied pressure to her abdomen. It shot up her body, and a few choice words followed the wince that escaped her lips. She was laying on an exam room, and had removed her arms from the jumpsuit before rolling it down her body so that Dr. Rollins could access her bruised stomach.
"Sorry, it's very tender," he said, lightly touching various places on Alison's abdomen with delicate fingers. "She really got you hard."
Alison was still feeling a bit nauseous, and the applied pressure on her stomach did not help her situation. She watched as Dr. Rollins crossed the exam room, and prepared a bag of ice for her. With his back turned to her, Alison hastily wiped at the tears that stung her eyes. Her tears were spurred on by the fact that her abdomen was in a lot of pain, as well as her mixed anger and humiliation that she felt. Emily had embarrassed her in front of everyone, and then continued the humiliation by telling her that she was acting self entitled. She was seething at Emily, and wanted to get back at her in any way that she could. She already threw her across the room, but that hadn't subsided her anger at all.
"Here's your ice," Dr. Rollins said, holding out the plastic bag for her. "Come back if anything worsens. It's probably going to bruise pretty bad, I have painkillers here if you want to come take them either tomorrow morning or whenever the pain becomes unbearable."
Ali thanked him, and began slipping her arms back into her jumpsuit. As she was slipping her left arm into the sleek fabric, she felt a hand on thigh. Her eyes shot over to the white gloved hand on her leg, and looked up into the eyes of the older doctor.
"If there's anything else you need, just let me know," he said softly, before removing his hand.
It was a little too close for comfort, and Alison hurriedly pulled on her jumpsuit and zipped it up. She stuttered a thanks, her composure that she was regaining from before was thrown off again. She almost forgot the bag of ice, and exited the exam room before Dr. Rollins did anything else strange.
Spencer and Noel were usually Ali's go to in the rec room. She usually would hang out with Spencer during their down time, but due to the fact that Emily currently had her preoccupied over a book, she was sitting on a couch and talking to Aria. Noel was playing NBA on the new video game console, and Alison knew nothing about basketball so she grew uninterested rather quickly.
"It's not that I was all that rebellious, it was just that I liked watching lightning and I thought that the top of a tree would be a good place to get the view. I was like eleven, I wasn't even thinking." Aria laughed, as she recalled the story of how she discovered her powers.
For Aria, she had been outside during a lightning storm one summer, and decided to get a better view to watch it on a tree. The tree she was in had been electrocuted, and Aria had gotten a direct hit of the high voltage lightning bolt. She fell from the tree, and survived both the fall and the lightning strike. She walked away from the incident with an ability to issue electricity from her hands. High power voltage electric currents that could electrify anyone, as well as anything that she aimed it at. Another thing that the lightning bolt had left behind was the scars that covered Aria's back, arms, and legs.
Alison hadn't noticed it before, and wouldn't have unless Aria pointed it out to her. The jumpsuit Aria wore covered all the areas that had the scars. She unzipped the back of her jumpsuit in order to give Alison a view of her back, which was covered in red scars that looked like fireworks. Aria said they were called Lichtenberg scars, which lightning left behind if someone survived the strike.
Aria was small and petite, and apparently even more so at age 11. It was a marvel that she had survived, and even more so when they found that electricity would spontaneously issue from her hands. After a few incidents where Aria had accidentally zapped a member of her family, the government had showed up at her door. She was put into a similar situation as Spencer, except she was more regulated than Spencer, since Aria's ability was rather deadly.
She soon got her powers under control, and could issue sparks from her hands whenever she wanted to, rather than it be spontaneous. When Aria arrived at the facility, she had become fast friends with Spencer.
"What are you ladies talking about?" Noel asked, sitting down in between the two. He stretched and put his muscular arms around both of them.
Aria moved away from Noel's arm, shrugging out of the arm he had around her shoulders.
"Nothing, nosey," Aria said, scooting away from him. "We were just talking about our backgrounds."
"Right, of course," Noel nodded. "Getting to know how everyone got their powers? Or at least how they discovered them?"
"For the most part," Alison shrugged. "I haven't really gotten the chance to talk to Hanna about hers."
"Well you see," Noel said, his voice lowering to a whisper. His breath was hitting Alison's face, and smelt like toothpaste. Alison leaned back, gladly breathing in the fresh air that wasn't mixed with Noel's breath. "Hanna's parents are divorced, but before that her dad was abusive I guess? I'm not sure if he was an alcoholic, but Hanna mentioned that he was having an episode one night. She was really scared, being only thirteen and hid in her closet. When her dad opened the closet, he couldn't see her, yet Hanna was sitting on the floor. That's how they figured it out."
Alison glanced in Hanna's direction, who sat down next to Emily and leaned on her shoulder. Emily put an arm around her and rubbed her arm soothingly, but kept her eyes locked on the book Spencer was reading her.
"Emily and Hanna?" Alison asked, keeping her eyes locked on the two girls. "Are they a thing?"
"Like I said, they're best friends," Noel said.
"Hanna likes Caleb," Aria said, adding her thoughts in.
"I also think Hanna had a thing with Spencer's old roommate...I think her name was Mona? She was kind of weird," Noel shrugged. "Hanna was her only friend."
"She never mentioned having a thing with Mona," Aria said. "I would know, she's one of my best friends."
"What happened to her?" Alison asked.
"Not sure, she just disappeared one day," Noel shrugged. "No one's really heard from her since, not even Hanna."
The disappearance of Mona seemed a little off, since no one had heard of her since she left. She just seemed to drop off the grid, and Alison quickly came in to take her spot.
"Hey, can I braid your hair?" Alison asked, turning to Aria.
Aria looked up with surprise, tracing the red scars on her hand absentmindedly. "Uh, yeah sure," she said, getting off the couch to sit in front of Alison.
"Your hair is so thick, I love it," Alison said, running her hands through the slightly tangled, deep, brown hair. Noel watched them silently, as Alison began parting the hair with her hands.
She was the least closest with Aria, which needed to change if she was going to establish her ties within this community of mutants. At this point, no one seemed to have a strong control over them. Alison wasn't even sure who was the head of the organization.
None the less, if this place was going to become a permanent stay, she might as well build her connections up as she had back in her old town of Rosewood.
On Sunday morning, there wasn't any training. At first, Alison thought that the government was following the "no work on Sunday" tradition, which originated from Christian beliefs. The organization did have Sunday's off, but not for the reason that Alison had originally suspected. Every Sunday, everyone in the facility was allowed to leave for the day. Everyone was taken to New York City, since it was the least boring of places they could go. They were given street clothes, but had to be accompanied by monitored bodyguards almost. Alison found all of this out when she woke up. Spencer opened the door and took two sets of clothes that were sitting outside the door.
Whoever had picked the outfit had good taste, and everything fit her. Some of it looked familiar, like she had owned it before she got to the facility. In the clothes set was a white and sleeveless blouse, hot pink jeans, a jean jacket, and bright white Converse.
"You know I would've paired this with heels," Alison said, pulling on the jeans.
"If you were wearing heels and something happened to you, you wouldn't be able to get away," Spencer said, sliding on a headband.
"You'd be surprised on what I can do in heels," Alison chuckled slightly, but slid on the white Converse anyway.
Everyone gathered in the cafeteria, where men in entirely black suits and dark sunglasses were also standing. They were straight faced and emotionless, leaning in a line against one of the walls. Their collared shirt, tie, jacket, pants, and their shiny shoes were not a shade lighter than solid black. They all were well over seven feet tall, making Noel look very short compared to them, and he was over six feet tall.
Alison admired Noel's clothing. He was wearing dark colored jeans, and a forest green plaid shirt. The October weather was cool in New York City, but not enough that they would need a jacket too heavy.
She continued to look around the cafeteria, following Spencer who led her to Hanna, Aria, and of course, Emily. They all were dressed nicely, including Emily. Alison really liked Emily's outfit, admiring the short shorts and baseball t-shirt. It was a shame that she was such a bitch.
She looked away before Emily looked up, and turned her attention to Hanna. Hanna had caught sight of the bracelet on Alison's wrist, resting right next to her tracker bracelet. It was nice to be in regular clothes again, especially ones that made her ass look great.
Someone tapped Alison on the shoulder, causing her to turn around. It was Dr. Rollins, smiling down at her. He had bags under his eyes, and made her uncomfortable by not breaking eye contact. Ever since what he said to her, Alison dreaded going to get her daily injection and having to face him. On most times, she followed Emily there. Emily didn't know, but she kept a safe distance behind Emily as Emily quickly made her way towards his office.
She was always in a hurry to get her injections. Alison watched it once, staying hidden behind the door frame. She would already be pulling her jumpsuit off before she walked in the room, and he would inject her with a clear liquid. Emily's whole demeanor would change, and she quickly left in less than two minutes.
"Hi, Alison," Dr. Rollins said. "Before you go, I just want to give you your injection. Not that you'll be using your ability today, but it will help stimulate your ability for tomorrow."
"We'll wait for you!" Hanna said, waving Alison ahead.
Alison begrudgingly followed him to his office. She shrugged out of the jean jacket she was wearing, allowing him access to the bare skin of her arm. He injected it in a different spot today, and Alison noticed a scar forming on her arm where he originally would inject.
"You look beautiful today," he said, as he prepared the syringe.
"Thanks," Alison said, wanting nothing more than to leave the room.
His hand wrapped around her arm tightly, and he injected the blue goo like substance into her arm. Alison watched the needle enter arm, creating a tiny hole in her skin. She would soon have a scar there as well in the next few days.
"If that's all, I'm going to go," Alison said, hopping off the exam table.
"I'll follow you out," Dr. Rollins said, discarding his gloves in the trash.
Alison left, not waiting for him. But he was already behind her, and placed a hand on her lower back. Alison walked a little faster, as his hand went lower.
She froze, normally a girl who was fearless, was quickly reduced to lost for words and unable to move. She didn't know why she was unable to push him away, and she absolutely was not a fan of the touching.
The girls waited for her like Hanna promised, even Emily. There were two men in black, who were standing behind them, still stony faced. Alison assumed that these were the "supervised support" that Spencer mentioned.
"Come on!" Hanna said, beckoning to Alison. "The vans are pretty big so I think all five of us will be able to fit."
The vans were spacious, with tinted windows and a black exterior and interior. There was two seats in the front, for the driver and a passenger. The men in black occupied those seats. From there, there was another row of seats which Spencer and Alison sat on. Behind that was another row of seats where Emily sat between Hanna and Aria. Emily rested her head on Hanna's shoulder, and didn't participate in the conversation they quickly started. They were asking about Alison's past life.
"Did you have any boyfriends?" Hanna asked.
Alison didn't really, nothing serious. She had flings, but they all turned out to be guys who wanted to casually date and hookup. The closest thing she had to a boyfriend was a guy named Chris in freshman year. The impression the people at school had of her was that she got around, at least made out with a lot of guys. In fact, she only made out with like three. All of which were awful. But guys spread rumors that they had hooked up with her, and she didn't correct them. She only corrected them if the guys were repulsive.
"I did, a few but nothing too serious like this one guy," Alison lied. She wasn't going to let her new friends think she was inexperienced. Emily's eyes fluttered open, and focused on her. Had she just caught her attention? "His name was Lucas. He played football for my school, with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes and tan skin."
"Why did you guys break up?" Hanna asked.
"I wasn't feeling it anymore," Alison shrugged.
Emily's eyes fluttered closed again when they stopped talking about Alison's fake previous lover. It didn't take long for them to get to Manhattan. Alison watched the sky as she talked. Clouds rolled in, like the color gray of Emily's shorts.
The black van they were in pulled up in front of the World Trade Center, which stood taller than all of the skyscrapers on the Manhattan skyline. Alison often watched it out of she and Spencer's window at night. They had a perfect view of it, and watched the lights in the building change. She had never been inside, and when the other girls in the car heard that, they were already dragging her into the building.
Alison let Hanna tug her along the swarm of tourists also in the lobby of the World Trade Center. The five of them had gotten tickets, and were now stepping inside the elevator to get to the top floor of the World Trade Center building.
The elevator rushed up rapidly, showing New York City through the years with a visual animation. From the colonial times to the Industrial Revolution, the buildings appeared out of thin air until they finally reached the top floor, floor 102.
The doors soon opened to reveal the indoor observation deck. Getting to the top took under a minute, and the people already in the observation center didn't even pay them any mind. In truth, Alison had never gone up that high before. Even though she was inside, she felt a little nauseous. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of, but the feeling wouldn't go away.
"Here! Come to the edge," Hanna said, wrapping her arm around one of Alison's.
Alison didn't budge, not wanting to get anywhere near the glass. She pulled her arm away from Hanna's, and backed up slightly.
"Wait, are you afraid of heights?" Hanna asked, her eyebrows raising.
Alison scoffed, she didn't want Hanna to think she was soft. Especially with something as stupid as heights...but this was the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere however. There was a glass barrier as well, preventing anyone from falling out. But even that was misleading. She gulped dryly, and began to move to the where Hanna stood at the edge of the glass. What did she have to worry about? It wasn't like she was going to fall out.
Alison peered out the window, and got a very good look at all of Manhattan. The view was amazing, especially for being up so high. She could see the whole city, all of its buildings and the streets. Cars rushed about, but they only looked like small grains of rice due to the height they were at. She could also see Jersey City, which was where the facility resided. It wasn't so bad to stand at the edge, and Alison finally let out a small smile.
"It's beautiful isn't it," Hanna sighed. "I could sit up here for ages."
Alison tore her eyes away from the clouds that were rolling in to look at Aria. Aria was standing a few feet away with Emily, both of their foreheads were firmly pressed to the glass as they looked down. Spencer was a few more feet away, reading a placard which gave more information about the building that they were in.
They stayed in the building's observation deck for about twenty more minutes, before deciding to head back down to ground. Hanna was getting hungry, and Spencer was shocked that Alison had never had milk tea. Getting milk tea would be their next stop, and Emily remained silent.
Spencer was figuring out where they would be going to get the milk tea, when a large water droplet hit Alison's shoulder. Before she had time to react, a few more came down and splashed on the concrete. It was a downpour, and soon they were being poured on. Spencer, Aria, and Hanna's head snapped up to exchange scared looks with each other.
"Fuck!" Emily yelled, rather loudly as she hugged her body. "I'm going to turn if we don't get out of this."
And sure enough, when Alison looked at Emily she was started to sprout the same shiny blue scales from her skin. The transition looked painful, but Emily didn't seem in pain. She looked scared too, and her friends began frantically trying to help Emily. The men following of them saw what was happening, and jogged over to aid Emily.
"Here," Alison said, getting out of her jean jacket as quickly as possible. She was beginning to panic too, as people began looking in their direction. "Put this on."
She placed the jacket on Emily's shoulders, which covered some of the bright blue scales that were now covering her body. The only problem was, a large dorsal fin was sprouting out her back, so the jacket was placed a bit awkward on her. Everything was frantic, as they tried to get Emily out of the rain.
"In the car!" one of the men croaked, his voice sounding no more pleasant than a nails on a chalkboard. Alison didn't think that the men talked.
A black car, similar to the one they had taken to Manhattan pulled up on the street. Alison and Spencer helped guide Emily towards the car, and got her in the backseat. Spencer grabbed Alison's hand and pulled her away from entering the car.
"Where do you think you're going? We can't go with her," Spencer said, shaking her head. The car door slammed shut behind them, and Alison could hear the car speed off behind them.
The remaining four were getting soaked by the rain, it dripped down their hair and it ran into Alison's shoes. Spencer, Hanna, and Aria looked dumbfounded and shocked by what had just happened.
"I just thought we would be able to help," Alison said, defending herself. Why didn't they want to help Emily? Other than protecting her from the eyes of the public, they didn't do much. Passersby looked at them wearily, but there were all kinds of funny folk in the city, so not too much attention was drawn. "Also, aren't you supposed to be super smart? You weren't able to sense that?"
"That's not how it works!" Spencer huffed, glaring sharply at Alison.
Alison rolled her eyes, "Are we going to just stand here in this rain?" she asked. "Or are we going to get somewhere dry. I can feel the water in my shoes."
None of the three girls spoke up in response.
"Fine, let's go," Alison said, taking charge. She motioned with her head towards the front entrance of a store nearby, she didn't like being wet at all.
Long wait! So sorry! This is going to be my side fic, so it won't be updated as frequently as my other fics. Love you all lots, please leave a review:)
xx Kylie
