A/N: Er, sorry about the wait. I could give you a list of excuses, but I'll just tell you what happened.
- loss of inspiration
- marching band craziness
- school madness
- college apps
- friend issues
- horse health issues
So yeah. I'm so very sorry. But I'm going to try and go back to my Monday/Friday updates (with the exception of this one) until this thing is done.
Happy Thanksgiving to those of you in the states. :)
Why Guys Love Girls
Reason #21:
The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
Recommended song: Love Drunk – Boys Like Girls
He crashed to the ground in a heap, with a heavy thud that echoed across the expanse of the almost empty training room.
She gasped, horrified at herself, before dropping her bow like it had suddenly caught on fire and running to his side. "Oh my gosh."
She knelt by his side as he rolled over with a groan, a pained expression on his freckled face. Oh Wally, I'm sorry. I'm so –"
"HA!" Before she could even blink, her back smacked against the floor, her arms were pinned to her sides and a grinning Wally was on top of her.
"Wha - ? But, I –" she sputtered, staring up at him through her cowl with wide brown eyes.
"What?" he asked, his voice irritatingly patronizing, his emerald eyes brimming with mirth, "You thought that actually hurt?"
She gaped up at him, "I pistol whipped you across the face, Wally. With my bow."
He shook his head, a smirk on his (handsome) undamaged face, "Nope. You hit my shoulder padding." He jerked his chin towards his left shoulder, that irritating grin growing wider as he saw the growing understanding in her dark eyes.
"So . . ." she studied his face, "You're not hurt?"
His smirk softened to a smile, his green eyes glimmering in the dim lighting from the score board, "Naw."
She started up at him, torn between being angry at being duped and blushing like a school girl, when she suddenly and startlingly became aware of their . . . compromising position. He must've realized the same time she did, because his smile faded a little and he froze, his dark green eyes staring down at her with an unreadable emotion. She stared up at him intently, her dark eyes boring into his own. Seemingly unconsciously, his eyes lowered to her lips and his head inched down towards her own. Her breath caught and her back arched up in anticipation. So close so close . . .
"Yo, KF!" Before she could even blink, a gust of wind whipped her hair across her face and he off of her and on the other side of the room.
"KF?"
He stared at her for a moment, one long, indefinable moment, before responding, "Yeah Rob. I'm comin'."
He zipped off, leaving a gust of wind behind him and Artemis on the floor of the training room, bewildered at the feelings suddenly knotting up her stomach.
A/N: Does this make up for it? :D Maybe a little? I have the rest written up (thank goodness) and they're all in various stages of editting.
So look for one on Friday! :D
~Remmy:)