Smitten
Impulse/Cissie.
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When someone gives their heart freely to you, even without their own knowledge, count yourself as lucky. Then go pray it'll last.
*
"Miss Cissie Jones, you have a visitor," the secretary informed the lounging teenager in a droll, snottily bored tone of voice.
She glanced up from the game of poker she was teaching Traya how to play and grinned widely, albeit weakly.
The two girls hastily scrambled their cards about to make it seem as if they weren't engaging in an illegal card game.
The secretary rolled her eyes and stamped out of the common room, muttering darkly beneath her breath.
"Hey, Cissieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Bartholomew 'Bart' Allen beamed from the doorway, his short stature looking taller due to his slender, big-footed body frame.
"Bart?" Cissie asked, startled.
"Bart?" Traya echoed, eyes sparkling with a hidden understanding.
"Bart!" he chirped happily, streaking across the floor and hugging Cissie joyfully, a piece of red felt sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans. "Howareyoudoing, Cissie?" he added, words rushed.
"I'm fine," she laughed, rubbing the top of his head, thickly wild auburn hair ruffled by her slim hand.
Discreetly, Traya began edging out of the room.
"How're the guys?" she asked, finding herself seated on the couch, Bart staring at her from across the coffee table, facial expression childishly eager.
"Everybody's fine, but Kon's being a jerk…likealways…and Lobo's been bullying me, but Empress always gets him to shut up sooner or later…and Secret an' Robin act weird around each other--maybe they're both sick…"
'I wonder why…,' Cissie thought wryly.
"Oh! That kinda reminds me…here'savalentineImadeforyou," he ended the sentence with a rush, cheeks slightly reddening.
The paper card was crumpled and slightly wrinkled. The glitter was messily strewn across it and the drawings were surprisingly detailed and drawn with expertise, even if the lead happened to be smudged from being stuck in his pocket for who-knew-how-long…
She loved it.
"Iknowit'snotverygood, butAnitasaysitdependsontheheartyouputintoitandIthinkLoboreallyshouldlistentoher. 'Causeshe'sgotsomereallycoolideasaboutstuff."
He stopped.
See, growing up in a VR world had done nothing to further his knowledge of the affectionately dubbed subject 'the birds and the bees' and his overall thoughtfulness over the matter of girls was practically nonexistent. (A fact Kon lorded over the oblivious boy at every chance.)
And the dreamy, wide smile on Cissie's face was making him uncomfortable.
In more ways than one.
Before his inhumanly reflexes could react, she had her arms thrown around him.
"I love it!"
A goofy grin spread across his face. This was actually getting kind of fun…
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End AN: Yes, I know it was short. I'm rushing. Have to post before the fifteenth…must…reach…deadline… Anywho, I apologize for it being so short. If you really want a longer version of "Smitten", I will GLADLY provide. *&.^* It'll be after Valentine's Day (today), granted, but it'll still be up!
Impulse/Cissie.
*
When someone gives their heart freely to you, even without their own knowledge, count yourself as lucky. Then go pray it'll last.
*
"Miss Cissie Jones, you have a visitor," the secretary informed the lounging teenager in a droll, snottily bored tone of voice.
She glanced up from the game of poker she was teaching Traya how to play and grinned widely, albeit weakly.
The two girls hastily scrambled their cards about to make it seem as if they weren't engaging in an illegal card game.
The secretary rolled her eyes and stamped out of the common room, muttering darkly beneath her breath.
"Hey, Cissieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Bartholomew 'Bart' Allen beamed from the doorway, his short stature looking taller due to his slender, big-footed body frame.
"Bart?" Cissie asked, startled.
"Bart?" Traya echoed, eyes sparkling with a hidden understanding.
"Bart!" he chirped happily, streaking across the floor and hugging Cissie joyfully, a piece of red felt sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans. "Howareyoudoing, Cissie?" he added, words rushed.
"I'm fine," she laughed, rubbing the top of his head, thickly wild auburn hair ruffled by her slim hand.
Discreetly, Traya began edging out of the room.
"How're the guys?" she asked, finding herself seated on the couch, Bart staring at her from across the coffee table, facial expression childishly eager.
"Everybody's fine, but Kon's being a jerk…likealways…and Lobo's been bullying me, but Empress always gets him to shut up sooner or later…and Secret an' Robin act weird around each other--maybe they're both sick…"
'I wonder why…,' Cissie thought wryly.
"Oh! That kinda reminds me…here'savalentineImadeforyou," he ended the sentence with a rush, cheeks slightly reddening.
The paper card was crumpled and slightly wrinkled. The glitter was messily strewn across it and the drawings were surprisingly detailed and drawn with expertise, even if the lead happened to be smudged from being stuck in his pocket for who-knew-how-long…
She loved it.
"Iknowit'snotverygood, butAnitasaysitdependsontheheartyouputintoitandIthinkLoboreallyshouldlistentoher. 'Causeshe'sgotsomereallycoolideasaboutstuff."
He stopped.
See, growing up in a VR world had done nothing to further his knowledge of the affectionately dubbed subject 'the birds and the bees' and his overall thoughtfulness over the matter of girls was practically nonexistent. (A fact Kon lorded over the oblivious boy at every chance.)
And the dreamy, wide smile on Cissie's face was making him uncomfortable.
In more ways than one.
Before his inhumanly reflexes could react, she had her arms thrown around him.
"I love it!"
A goofy grin spread across his face. This was actually getting kind of fun…
*
End AN: Yes, I know it was short. I'm rushing. Have to post before the fifteenth…must…reach…deadline… Anywho, I apologize for it being so short. If you really want a longer version of "Smitten", I will GLADLY provide. *&.^* It'll be after Valentine's Day (today), granted, but it'll still be up!