No one really reviewed : ( But I am writing my third chapter anyways. I was, though, called a "Gemen nasai". Does anyone care to enlighten me and tell me what is meant by this. My deduction has lead to "German Nazi" as to what this person mean. I must be allowed to explain. My FANFIC (not a real novel, duh), is about Catty is up to while Chris is searching the pits of time for that scroll. I am not going to have Tymmie and Catty end up together (thanks for making me ruin my story) because I try to make my fanfics so that they can fit perfectly into the story line of the actual novels. By the way, I am no German Nazi, I am a Pennsylvania Dutch Cookie. There is a difference. (hehe)
Again, I do not own any of these characters or anything relating to the Daughters of the Moon. Hmm. Well, here goes nothing. (or possibly something?)
Catty only felt the wind blowing in her face. She only heard the music pumping inspiration through her. She only saw the cool, flowing stream of cement in front of her. She only knew the board was under her feet.
Catty needed to get away from all the confusion and dawning reality that was last night. She went as quickly as she could to her refuge: The Jungle. The perfect place to go if you are a skater. Different obstacles of ramps, rails, and stairs called Catty to her skateboard.
She skated effortlessly through the ramps, adding a trick or a jump whenever she felt particularly moved by the punk music blaring loudly. She was skating to a rather dull song when finally to her relief, Incubus came on. Spurred on by her favorite band, Catty tried out some new tricks and jumps.
Catty felt an immense amount of freedom. For the first time since that night, she wasn't thinking about Tymmie. No worries held her down as she flew up in the air, twisting and turning in a new style of skating. Catty danced on her board. The but as the song ended, so did her inspiration.
She glided off the tangled ramps onto the black asphalt, keeping her upper body straight, and only moving her right knee. She looked as casual and cool as ever, only this terrible ordeal has caught up with her. Her mind was distracted.
Kicking up her skateboard into her welcome hands, Catty asked the vender to her left for water. She put her wrist pads in her bag and paid the man. She let a small grin appear on her face when she heard the DJ over the speakers. "And the famous Catty just got off the ramps, doing an impressive ride including over five jumps, three spins, and one new trick for her, a back flip. Now if she would kindly make her way over to the DJ stand to say hello to her friend." Our Lady of Peace then took over the speakers with Clumsy.
"Hey Skye." Catty smirked as she approached the stand holding out her hand. "Thanks for the tabs back there." Skye got up and slapped Catty's outstretched hand.
"Hey, no problem! What ya been up to Cat?" He asked distractedly as he fiddled around with the DJ equipment. "Haven't seen you here for awhile."
"Yeah, well," she began, "I've been busy." She toyed with her moon amulet as the memory of just how busy she was last night flooded back to her. She heard Skye mumble something, but she didn't quite catch it. "Hmm?" She breathed.
"I said," Skye said, not bothered by repeating his words, "I got a new board and I want you to paint something on it for me. Pah-leese" He mocked a child's whine.
"What do you want this time, another dragon around a dagger?" Catty asked, now interested, being as it is art.
"No, this time I was thinking of a dog drooling, lots of drool." He suggested. Catty made a face. Skye was never good with knowing what should be painted on a skateboard.
"How about a fallen fairy. I'm talking kneeling on a white, wilting flower. Ripped wings, arms crossed over the chest. And rain, or course." Catty got the far away look on her face. She had it all pictured out in her mind.
"Well, yeah, sure." Skye said, a little hurt his idea fell to the ground. "or that."
Catty was staring out into space for a couple of minutes when Skye pulled her back to reality. "Hey, check out the newie."
She looked to the Jungle, there was new skater. He was doing a combination of highly difficult stunts to Godsmack's I Stand Alone. Catty glared in awe at the new skater. He was unbelievable. He pulled off the tricks without visual effort or mistake. It was like he had practiced it forever, yet she knew he was improvising.
Unfortunately, the song ended, as did this stranger's run. He got off the ramp with his back towards Catty. She really wanted to talk to him, but she thought she would wait until he approached her or till he had some time to breathe. To her immediate happiness, he started walking over her way.
She looked down to inspect herself. Her bright green hip huggers showed off her toned and tanned tummy. She was straightened her black mini tee and padded down her long hair. He was wearing cargo shorts and a black Atticus shirt. When he was close enough to really get a good look at, he took off his helmet, revealing dark black hair that was pushed over his forehead. The afternoon sun now dismissed the shadows on his face. His lip piercing reflected the sun happily.
Catty let out a gasp as she put two and two together. It was Tymmie. He was getting closer and Catty felt as though she was going to scream from fear. The butterflies in her stomach were tickling her to be let out.
He was in front of her now, their noses were almost touching. For a moment, she thought he was going to march right up to her and kiss her; but he didn't. And that was good…right?