I was shivering within the thing blanket that covered only half of my body. Nightfall has swallowed up the sky and its gone colder. My fever has gone worse. The only thought that came to mind was the gang that helped me get here ... why couldn't i just asked if they knew a nicer house than this? Damn it.
I need a drink.
I got up from the soft couch to the kitchen where i saw nothing but a rusty sink. There came to the point where i almost gagged. The lump in my throat came to think i would swallow brown gross water. I shook my head and decided to go out to search for a water fountain near a park or something. Whatever has any water source. I went out the door and kept the blanket wrapped around myself. Nobody was out. The street lights were the only thing the illuminated the suburbs instead of the moon. I smiled a bit ... relieved i didn't have to walk to the park in the dark.
"Its so cold out ..." I said to myself as i walked my way to the park.
All of the sudden i heard footsteps. The cold hard steps coming towards me from behind. My heart started to beat much faster than it already was. I looked back and i froze. A tall boy stood before me. Not just any boy too ... a jock. Maybe around his late teens it looks.
"Well well well ... look what we have here. Is the wittle itty bitty girl lost?" He mocked me with that baby tone.
I rolled my eyes, trying to seem i don't care. I kept on walking.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He yelled, catching up to me and standing right infront of me. "Whats the rush sweety pie?"
Sweety pie? How ... cheesy.
"Theres no rush in anything .. except staying away from guys like you." I snapped in irritation.
He grinned like the chesire cat and stepped closer to me. I tried to get my reflexes to respond better if he tried to grab me or something but i was so tired.
"Back off stud ..." I warned.
"Oohhh ... i love girls with a firey personality." He chuckled grabbing a strand of my hair and pressed his dry lips against it.
I smacked him swiftly with my ice cold hand.
"I warned you asshole. Now leave me alone!" I growled as i turned around to go back to my empty home.
Just when i was going to the next block, he grabbed my wrist and tightened his grip.
"Heh. Your pretty strong girly ... wanna hook up?" The jock licked his lips, trying to keep me still from struggling.
"If you don't let go I'll scream!"
"Go ahead. No one will hear you."
Bubbles POV:
Great ... just freaking great. I looked inside of the house that the pipsqueaks said she was here. But she's not. I looked upon the couch and touched it lightly. Its still warm .. so she must be here. But where? I looked around top to bottom but no sign of her whatsoever. She must of gone out or something.
I went outside. I looked to the left and to the right. To the right ... silence ... to the left ... screaming? The next block i heard some girl screaming. Her voice sounds so familiar. Better go see for the hell of it. Once i ran my way to it i couldn't believe my eyes.
It was him. The asshole who started the whole damnation in me. And it looks like hes got the stupid girl involved as well.
" 'ey asshole! Shes not your type. Get someone with real class." I yelled over, clutching my fist.
He turned his head around and gave me the grin that always makes me shiver. His force loosened up on the girls shirt as she took advantage to take steps back as soon as she landed on the ground.
"Listen you little shit. I'm not taking orders from a little weakling like you." He chuckled coldly and got closer to me. "So the next time i walk into you ... you won't be so lucky."
"You wish, asshole. Next time you touch her, you'll be the one who won't be so lucky." I snorted, going to her.
He took his last laugh and walked down to the darkness of the streets. I sighed and picked her up, she felt warm. I noticed her flushed face and shakey body. I feel no pity for her but only a bit glad she didn't get raped or anything. That would suck.
"Your an idiot. You know that?" I sighed.
I looked down at her and saw she had tears running down her cheeks. Geez.
"Thank you. Thank you so much, Spike." She smiled warmly at me and passed out.
Spike? She ... actually called me spike. I never knew someone i don't know actually called me spike. I feel bad now. But that doesn't change anything. Monica will always win my heart. But she never called me Spike. Not even my own name. But making a fuss over a name isn't important i suppose. I have to get her to the trailer before she gets worse.
Girls POV:
I felt warmth again. I was under the covers.
"Great. I'm never going to leave this place am i?" I asked myself as i sat up, ignoring the soreness.
"You know it!" Squeak popped up out of nowhere.
I jumped at the site of the little smiling boy. Is he always going to pop up at random moments? I sighed and tried to remember what happened when i left the trailer. It was cold. Some kids running around. And also ... that jock.
"Squeak. When i went outside, i met this jock guy a-"
"His name is Troy and i know. He was the main reason why bu- i mean spike bullies and somehow he got me involved in his crimes. He really did torture Bubbles since he was a kid and his parents really didn't much care. That's why he has a nasty attitude and tends to lose his temper quickly." Squeak sighed a bit and pulled his finger to his lips.
Poor kid. I know how he feels. Being picked on all the time in school or outside. But i always had someone to go to which i guess didn't happen to him. I guess i really did come here for a reason. To atleast make a difference for someone and make them happy. I want ... i want Spike to be happy.
