Chapter 10: Run In With Fate

"About 40 degrees latitude by approximately negative 77 degrees longitude." Skye spat at her button/transmitter disgustedly. Jumped from the roof of the 4-story apartment building she was on, and landed gracefully in an alley. 'Some friend you are Skye...' A part of her whispered, but another, stronger part answered, 'Just two more days...then I can see her again...'. Skye tried unsuccessfully, to block out her fighting consciences as she walked along the neon streets of Rockville, a small city close to D.C. Max had told her--after seeing the pitiful state of her clothing--to go on a shopping spree. Good. She needed it, it was her first in months.

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Five stores and a mini-mall later, Skye's old clothing was in a dumpster behind a movie theater, and she was sporting all new attire. Two pairs of comfortable dark-wash jeans were in her bag, and another riding on her hips, with a black T-shirt--with metallic-chain decals breaking up the black plane--over it. A dark grey cami was hidden underneath, another light blue and coral-colored in her new Jansport backpack. Three other shirts were folded neatly in her bag, one nice, and two for everyday wear. Her wings were pulled in extra-tight--she hadn't found a suitable jacket yet. She rifled through her bag, debating on whether to buy more, not paying attention to where she was walking.

So it was no surprise when she crashed into someone.

Her bag went flying, clothes scattering nearby. His things too sailed through the air, and both of them landed on their rears. Skye cried out in astonishment, frozen for a moment. The boy rubbed his behind as he stood up slowly, glancing at Skye to see if she was hurt.

"Oh god, are you ok?! I wasn't paying attention..." the guy mumbled as he bent to gather her things. Skye recovered, and proceeded to scramble around, collecting his things.

"Oh geez, I wasn't looking, it's my fault, oh god I'm sorry!" Skye stood up, and he did like-wise, his sandy hair out of place. "Here," Skye handed over his things and took hers, "My name's Skye, you?" his green-blue eyes lit up,

". And I'm really sorry about that, I'll have to pay attention more..." he grinned sheepishly. Skye laughed,

"Well I hope I don't, that is, if I keep bumping into hot guys..." Aaron reddened slightly,

"Er..hehe, well, I'll see you around okay?" Skye smiled,

"Definitely..." Her stomach did flips as she watched him trudge home, looking back at her every now and then. Every one of his turns was met with a flirty smile, and then she too, went on her way.
As she was flying home, she couldn't get his image out of her head, his crooked smile, swept-to-the-side blonde hair...he was gorgeous.
And so human.