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Disclaimer: Yeah, sure, I'm the author of Twilight... AND THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND!!!!
The Calling
Chapter 27: He Took The Shoes!
I was waiting for Anthony to hurry up and come back. It was taking forever, though. I was bored again. Bella was smiling and hugging Edward like she had just won the lottery.
I heard someone else walking down the hallway; I looked up to see that horrid cop from before. He didn't see me, and kept walking down the hallway.
Without thinking, I pulled off my shoe and threw it hard at the cop. It made a satisfying noise when it smacked into his head. He stopped in shock, and then whipped around furiously. Edward and Bella looked up, and the cop started to charge toward us.
"RUN!" I didn't have to say it twice; we were flying down the hallway faster than you could blink. It was a darn good thing that cop wasn't in good shape, or I'd be dead. I looked back for Edward and Bella, but Edward had already pulled Bella into an alcove and hidden. Wow. They're so loyal and caring…. Not really.
It was wobbling weirdly as I ran, for one of my shoes was still in the hallway. I stopped and yanked off my other shoe. I turned around, and took aim. This time, when the shoe hit, the cop fell over from the impact. I half-slid half-ran down the rest of the hall, and skidded around the corner.
I smacked into Carlisle just as I was turning the corner. "What's wrong?" He asked immediately, seeing my frazzled expression, shoelessness, and how I was panting.
"I'm being chased by a lunatic!" I screamed in his face. He looked over my shoulder in alarm, and suddenly yanked me into a room full of vending machines.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing."
Carlisle gave me a stern look.
"I threw a shoe at him…. I threw two shoes at him…"
He sighed and glanced out the door. "I think he's gone… Go, and don't throw any more shoes at anybody."
"Yes Sir!" I saluted him, and then dashed out the door.
I walked down the hall slowly, searching for my shoes. As hard as I looked, I couldn't find them. I swear, I threw the second one at him right here…. I can almost see the dents in the floor from where he fell… I gasped. He took the shoes! NO! I loved those shoes like children! How could he?!
I looked at the floor sadly, and mourned for my poor shoes, especially the left one.
"Nikki? What are you doing?" I knew that voice.
"Oh Anthony, he took my shoes."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's not your fault. But my feet are so cold without them."
"You can have my shoes, but I think they might be kind of big…" He offered me a shoe. I put it on, and it was freezing, like he hadn't even been wearing it. I poked his foot curiously.
"Jeez Anthony! Your feet are freezing! And they don't even smell bad!"
"Um… Yeah… Um…"
"Maybe you should keep your shoes…"
"No, it's fine. Really!" He took off his other shoe and gave it to me.
I shivered slightly; that shoe was cold too. Even though his shoes were freezing, I hugged Anthony and told him he was awesome.
"Thank you." He smiled at me. I stared at him. He stared at me. We both just stared.
"Hey, kids, go be romantic somewhere else." Emmett laughed when we both jumped.
Before I knew what was happening Anthony had Emmett in a headlock. "You're one to talk," Anthony growled, squeezing Emmett's neck harder. "You and Rosalie do whatever you want and don't care where you are! Why are you following me anyway? You freak!" There was a shuffling sound, and this time Emmett was pinning Anthony against the wall.
"Yes, but Rosalie and I are married, and we're older than you. And I actually came to tell you that we've been hanging around here all day, and, quite frankly, I am bored as hell."
There was another shuffling sound, and then Anthony was banging Emmett's head on the floor. "I don't accept your petty excuses!"
Emmett punched Anthony in stomach and jumped away. Anthony jumped up and tackled him. Pretty soon, I couldn't tell which one was which and the hall was filled the sound of whacking and yelling. I sat there in Anthony's too-big shoes and watched happily.
I was having fun until Emmett ran up and grabbed me. He ran away with me slung over his shoulders like some type of animal that was being carried off to beeaten. Anthony was running after us, yelling.
I did the only thing I could think of; I bit Emmett.
Yeah, well, we all know that this chapter isn't the greatest. I am so sorry. I haf (Yes, I spelled that wrong on purpose) no energy today and I think I have the flu. –sniffles-
I know it sucked, but please, just don't hurt me! –hides under covers-
