11-20-10

12:48am

Summary–Sometimes you don't need to say the words out loud to let someone know how you feel. Drabbles/one-shots for romance, sibling bonds, friendship, family...

Disclaimer–I do not own The Powerpuff Girls, which belongs to its respective owner(s) and is only being used in a fan-made, fictional story.

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Title–For the Hearing Impaired

Chapter 7–PDA

By–Moon Prynces

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How many ways were there to kill a man?

This was what she thought about while pushing her way through the crowded halls.

Or maybe maiming would be a better idea...

Her face burned as a group of guys winked and sent grins her way.

Damnit.

If it were any other day she would have flipped them off or shouted something that would severely insult their manhood and effectively shut them up. If it were any other damn day she wouldn't have let it happen...but it did.

It was the beginning of the day, just after homeroom as students were sifting through their lockers and discussing what they would do as soon as school was out (it was Friday after all).

She had been doing the former, sticking a huge history book into her bag, when her oh-so-ass of a boyfriend had practically hopped over with a smile. She had smiled back quickly, not knowing what would happen next...

Yes, they were dating and people weren't shocked anymore but she drew the line at most, if not all, forms of PDA. A quick kiss on the lips she didn't really mind, but swapping spit or even sitting in his lap at lunch made her want to melt into the ground.

She didn't pay much attention as he lightly, almost unnoticeably, nuzzled the side of her neck and then planted a few soft kisses that would have made her giggle unintentionally if she weren't looking for her calculator in that damn locker.

So maybe that was it! If she hadn't been so distracted she would have realized...

His hands moved to her waist, and as she reached into the locker the shirt rode up and his hands were suddenly on skin. His fingers tickled a spot that...well, tickled.

It made her realize what he was doing and where they were so she turned around (breaking his contact) to verbally slap him upside the head.

Except before she could he had one hand back at her waist, the other behind her head and pressed his lips against hers.

Unexpected, shocking and disorienting. Because kissing him... It was just really easy to get lost.

So she relented for a few moments at first. But then the eerie sound of nothing crept up, causing her to push him away and open her eyes to most of the student body staring at them in deafening silence.

"You–" she started, with such emotion and a fierce expression...that she didn't even know how she wanted to finish that line.

He just grinned with a shrug. "How could I resist?" was his only response.

There was nothing that could undo the event though. By lunch the entire school was still talking about it and people were shooting her suggestive looks that she could have easily deflected if she weren't still in shock at how this had happened in the first place.

She liked to keep her private life private. High school was already filled with enough drama-sucking teens. While other students might have enjoyed creating it (on some sick level), she wanted to avoid it as much as possible. He knew all this, and still!

Her sisters tried to reassure her that it wasn't a big deal; in fact it would be forgotten by Monday.

But that was just as a few girls came over and asked what it was like to kiss him and she jumped up, ready to attack (but held back by her siblings).

"I hate him, I hate him," she kept murmuring to herself throughout class while receiving looks and mocking kissy faces. Her mantra soon turned into, "He's going to die. He is going to die."

By the end of the day, as she was forcing her way through the crowd of students equally excited to have the weekend start, she had fallen into a much calmer state of being.

She ignored looks, raised her brows challengingly at words and narrowed her eyes randomly (causing the recipient to shut the hell up quickly).

She started across the school grounds at a brisk pace that – coupled with the slight breeze – made her hair bounce, before she stopped suddenly at an abrupt sound.

The girl glanced around in surprise just as the sharp sound erupted again. As if she hadn't heard the first time.

Honk honk.

She looked over just as the realization dawned on her...and saw her wonderful boyfriend for the first time since that morning. It was a good thing too, because the snarl instantly reappeared on her face.

He was sitting in his car (old and an ugly olive green) with one arm out the window and a grin on his face.

She stared back with a hard look and eventually crossed her arms, not budging an inch from where she stood five yards away.

His eyes rolled upward with a 'you gotta be kidding' look.

More students were pouring out the front doors, moving towards their own vehicles or out the school gates on foot. Many of them glanced over at the confrontation taking place.

She took a few steps closer, though not by much, and he thought it was over...until she stopped.

You had better run me over, before I kill you, she glared (intensely enough for some people to flinch).

He just looked away while shaking his head. It wasn't that big a deal.

At such a callous response to ruining her reputation and creating problems in her no-longer nonexistent social life she walked over to the front of the car and pulled her leg back, ready to give it one really good kick.

The horn honked suddenly, surprising her and making her look up.

He had this horrified, slightly angry look asking, What the hell?

And for a moment she stopped, planting her foot back on the ground, and stared at him.

Students and even some teachers were standing by, waiting for something bad to happen (to him and maybe the car as well). Waiting...for her to create a story for them to relive for the next few weeks as witnesses. Waiting for the predictable, inevitable repercussions of his actions from earlier that day. Waiting...expectantly.

She closed her eyes and shook her head at herself, tilting it down in defeat.

It was a sign that he recognized. So he honked the horn once more and she looked up to see his grin.

Just get in, he honked again. You can punish me later, his not-so-cocky smile said, knowing she was upset and trying not to push her over the edge...in public.

She rolled her eyes upward and took a deep breath to remain calm, before walking around to the passenger door.

But the evil smirk on her face as she shut the door guaranteed, Oh, I will.

And not in a good way.

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11-20-10

2:21pm

Well, this chapter was kind of fun to write, even though I had no idea what would happen exactly. The only fragmented idea that started this had to do with him honking the horn with the 'just get in here' implication. But then after finishing a chapter of another fic I wanted to start this and I think I thought more deeply about what should happen a night or two ago. And late last night (in the AM, as you can see) I started writing it.

I think this one is obvious who the couple is, but if it isn't who did you think it was? And maybe you could tell me what "clues" exactly led you to that conclusion?

I guess not all things you need to "say" to someone are...pleasant. Right? XD

I still have more ideas to write. I'm just happy that these one-shots/drabbles are seemingly easy for me to write and I have fun with it. They don't take long and I love to reread them.

I do have to say I'm surprised at the reviews I received for chapter 6. I had no idea you guys would be all sleuthy and clever and use supposed "clues" to determine who the characters were. I thought it was just really ambiguous. I have to say I'm kind of proud that you guys pay attention to such small details. Even though the truth is I still don't know who the couple was. XD It's still up for personal interpretation. Just glad you liked it.

Ciao, until next time. (Hopefully I'll write something and post within the week.)

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