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Chapter 3
Mist was sitting on her top bunk with Jack standing in front of her. He was saying something about plans he had tomorrow and Harlem or something. She enjoyed having the attention of a guy--but he just wasn't Caleb.
"Um, Mist?" Jack said. He obviously didn't have her full attention-or any of it for that matter. He wondered what she was thinking about, blankly staring at the wall, only a few thoughts went through his average guy mind. One being: guys, two being: Spot, and three being: you know, stuff girls think about….what do girls think about? He scratched his head. Probably clothes or hair…yeah, that's it.
"Yeah?" her voice cut through his shallow thoughts (AN: I did NOT say Jack was shallow, I said his thoughts were).
"Were you listening to me?" he asked earnestly.
Mist pondered her options. Lying would get her nowhere very quickly, and telling the truth would probably, well……do the same. "No," she decided that she might as well go with the truth.
Jack drew a blank. He knew that she wasn't listening to him, but he didn't expect her to just say it outright. "Oh, ok," he was a little hurt that she hadn't even pretended to care about what he was talking about.
Immediately Mist felt bad. She hadn't meant to offend him or anything-just tell him the truth. She sighed. Oh the drama. "I'm sorry Jack, but my mind was wandering, and I just figured I'd tell the truth."
Jack still had a dejected look on his face. "It's…ok." and he turned and left the room.
Mist flopped back on the bed and pouted. "I'm such an idiot."
Pistol charged up to Mist's bed. "What did you do to my cousin?"
"Beg your pardon?" Mist said quietly, sitting up and looking at Pistol like she was insane, which was quite possible. Mist didn't really know Pistol, and was frankly a little scared of her reputation.
"What did you do to Caleb?" Pistol clarified.
"Um, nothing," said Mist, and tried to slide off her bunk and walk past Pistol, but Pistol stopped her.
"You did something. I know you did something. I know everything. I know a hell of a lot more then you know, so you might as well just tell me," Pistol fumed. It was then that Caleb chose to enter.
"I didn't do anything to him!" Mist protested. Caleb knew immediately that they were talking about him.
"Ray get your butt over here I have a surprise for you," Caleb called to his cousin. Pistol shot him a glare, but went. Mist slipped out the window and up the fire escape.
"What do you want?" asked Pistol. "You got a cigarette?"
"You know I don't smoke," his blue eyes penetrated her tough layer. "You don't either, or have you forgotten? Anyhow, someone decided to come back a couple of weeks early."
He stopped talking and looked around the bunk room. Pistol waited for him to continue. After a couple minutes she got impatient. "Are you going to tell me or not??"
"Oh, you actually wanted to know. Well, it's Mondie," he said, nonchalantly.
"Mondie's here??" she asked. She didn't even wait for answer, just bounded down the stairs and flew right into the aforementioned. "MONDIE!" Pistol yelled. She took a minute to regain her composure. "Sorry, I was a little….spastic."
Mondie laughed at her old friend. "It's ok, it's been awhile. You haven't been here when I've been here in forever! Where's Mush?"
Pistol laughed at Mondie. "Actually, I haven't seen him since this morning-and I haven't talked to him at all yet. I just came last night."
"Hmmm…you wanna help me find him?" she asked.
"Well…. I was just kicking some ass, but sure," she smiled. "Wait," she held up a finger. "So you two don't get all mushy and leave me by myself, let me go find Rifle." she raced off and up the stairs. "RIIIIIFFFLLLLLEEE!"
Mist was up on the roof waiting for the sounds of Pistol to die away so she would know it was safe to go back down. Then again maybe she'd just stay up here. It was gorgeous out, the stars where bright against the silky black-blue of the night sky. She gazed, fascinated by a fact she had heard somewhere. A star could have disappeared 500 light years ago, and they wouldn't know it till now, because it took that long for it's light to travel to earth.
Caleb had silently climbed up to the roof behind Mist and was watching as she was lost in thought.
Mist felt someone staring at her, and turned her head to see Caleb. She half-smiled at him and turned back to the sky.
Caleb put his hands loosely in his pockets and sauntered over to where she was sitting, staring at the sky. "Magnificent, isn't it," he said quietly. She barely heard him and wondered if she had imagined it. It was a question, but it wasn't. He had a fascinating way of saying things. When he asked you to do something, it was a mix between a statement and a demand. She found herself hanging onto the sound of his beautiful voice, hoping that he'd say something else.
The evening was pleasantly warm, and when she dared to glance up at Caleb, he was wearing an undershirt and his pants. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Do you want to sit down?" she asked softly. He nodded without looking at her, all of his concentration on the stars.
She noticed how the muscles of his stomach rippled as he sat down next to her. He pushed his hair out of his dark blue eyes, but with no avail. It fell back down, it's blonde shining in the faint light from the moon.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before he cast his intense stare on her. She felt her heart quicken somewhat when she felt his eyes on her face.
She couldn't take the pressing silence anymore, his searching eyes were making her uneasy. "Caleb," she started, then took a deep breath and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was nervous she would say something wrong. She decided to keep it simple, and get straight to the point. "I don't like Jack," she whispered, looking down.
Caleb was at a loss for words. His brain was a jumble of feelings. He was ecstatic that she didn't like Jack--but why was she telling him? He was confused on why she blew him off the morning---but why was she apologizing now? He tried to shake his head free from all thoughts.
It was then he had one of the few memories he had of his mother. He was sitting on her knee and she was hugging him. "Always trust your heart, Caleb. Always trust your heart."
All of a sudden it was easy. His finger slid under her chin and he gently lifted up her face to look in his eyes. He quietly spoke his mind. "I'm trusting my heart," he said and gently kissed her.
She was so taken aback that she didn't have time to react. It was over all too quickly and she opened her eyes to look into the stormy ocean of dark blue that made up his own. The confident smile that always seemed to lurk around his lips took over his mouth as he put his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
~*~*~*~Tibby's~*~*~*~
"Hey, where's Mist?" Mondie asked, generally wondering where her friend was. Jack's head hit the table.
Pistol half-smirked. "Wrong thing to say. I think she's on the roof--I'm not too fond of her at the moment," she said coldly and Rifle could have sworn he heard her growl.
Mush looked confused, "Why's that?" he asked. Mondie leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Yes, do tell us Pistol," she said, interestedly.
"Well, it's like this," Pistol started. She animatedly told the whole story-from her point of view of course, and ended with the same scowl on her face. "You get why I'm mad at her now??" she asked.
Mondie nodded unsurely. "I think so, but that doesn't seem like something Mist would do. Maybe you should talk to her instead of just talking about her," she said and shrugged.
Pistol nodded, but retreated in her look corner underneath Rifle's arm. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead. It's funny how people act when they're in love.
Chapter 3
Mist was sitting on her top bunk with Jack standing in front of her. He was saying something about plans he had tomorrow and Harlem or something. She enjoyed having the attention of a guy--but he just wasn't Caleb.
"Um, Mist?" Jack said. He obviously didn't have her full attention-or any of it for that matter. He wondered what she was thinking about, blankly staring at the wall, only a few thoughts went through his average guy mind. One being: guys, two being: Spot, and three being: you know, stuff girls think about….what do girls think about? He scratched his head. Probably clothes or hair…yeah, that's it.
"Yeah?" her voice cut through his shallow thoughts (AN: I did NOT say Jack was shallow, I said his thoughts were).
"Were you listening to me?" he asked earnestly.
Mist pondered her options. Lying would get her nowhere very quickly, and telling the truth would probably, well……do the same. "No," she decided that she might as well go with the truth.
Jack drew a blank. He knew that she wasn't listening to him, but he didn't expect her to just say it outright. "Oh, ok," he was a little hurt that she hadn't even pretended to care about what he was talking about.
Immediately Mist felt bad. She hadn't meant to offend him or anything-just tell him the truth. She sighed. Oh the drama. "I'm sorry Jack, but my mind was wandering, and I just figured I'd tell the truth."
Jack still had a dejected look on his face. "It's…ok." and he turned and left the room.
Mist flopped back on the bed and pouted. "I'm such an idiot."
Pistol charged up to Mist's bed. "What did you do to my cousin?"
"Beg your pardon?" Mist said quietly, sitting up and looking at Pistol like she was insane, which was quite possible. Mist didn't really know Pistol, and was frankly a little scared of her reputation.
"What did you do to Caleb?" Pistol clarified.
"Um, nothing," said Mist, and tried to slide off her bunk and walk past Pistol, but Pistol stopped her.
"You did something. I know you did something. I know everything. I know a hell of a lot more then you know, so you might as well just tell me," Pistol fumed. It was then that Caleb chose to enter.
"I didn't do anything to him!" Mist protested. Caleb knew immediately that they were talking about him.
"Ray get your butt over here I have a surprise for you," Caleb called to his cousin. Pistol shot him a glare, but went. Mist slipped out the window and up the fire escape.
"What do you want?" asked Pistol. "You got a cigarette?"
"You know I don't smoke," his blue eyes penetrated her tough layer. "You don't either, or have you forgotten? Anyhow, someone decided to come back a couple of weeks early."
He stopped talking and looked around the bunk room. Pistol waited for him to continue. After a couple minutes she got impatient. "Are you going to tell me or not??"
"Oh, you actually wanted to know. Well, it's Mondie," he said, nonchalantly.
"Mondie's here??" she asked. She didn't even wait for answer, just bounded down the stairs and flew right into the aforementioned. "MONDIE!" Pistol yelled. She took a minute to regain her composure. "Sorry, I was a little….spastic."
Mondie laughed at her old friend. "It's ok, it's been awhile. You haven't been here when I've been here in forever! Where's Mush?"
Pistol laughed at Mondie. "Actually, I haven't seen him since this morning-and I haven't talked to him at all yet. I just came last night."
"Hmmm…you wanna help me find him?" she asked.
"Well…. I was just kicking some ass, but sure," she smiled. "Wait," she held up a finger. "So you two don't get all mushy and leave me by myself, let me go find Rifle." she raced off and up the stairs. "RIIIIIFFFLLLLLEEE!"
Mist was up on the roof waiting for the sounds of Pistol to die away so she would know it was safe to go back down. Then again maybe she'd just stay up here. It was gorgeous out, the stars where bright against the silky black-blue of the night sky. She gazed, fascinated by a fact she had heard somewhere. A star could have disappeared 500 light years ago, and they wouldn't know it till now, because it took that long for it's light to travel to earth.
Caleb had silently climbed up to the roof behind Mist and was watching as she was lost in thought.
Mist felt someone staring at her, and turned her head to see Caleb. She half-smiled at him and turned back to the sky.
Caleb put his hands loosely in his pockets and sauntered over to where she was sitting, staring at the sky. "Magnificent, isn't it," he said quietly. She barely heard him and wondered if she had imagined it. It was a question, but it wasn't. He had a fascinating way of saying things. When he asked you to do something, it was a mix between a statement and a demand. She found herself hanging onto the sound of his beautiful voice, hoping that he'd say something else.
The evening was pleasantly warm, and when she dared to glance up at Caleb, he was wearing an undershirt and his pants. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Do you want to sit down?" she asked softly. He nodded without looking at her, all of his concentration on the stars.
She noticed how the muscles of his stomach rippled as he sat down next to her. He pushed his hair out of his dark blue eyes, but with no avail. It fell back down, it's blonde shining in the faint light from the moon.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before he cast his intense stare on her. She felt her heart quicken somewhat when she felt his eyes on her face.
She couldn't take the pressing silence anymore, his searching eyes were making her uneasy. "Caleb," she started, then took a deep breath and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was nervous she would say something wrong. She decided to keep it simple, and get straight to the point. "I don't like Jack," she whispered, looking down.
Caleb was at a loss for words. His brain was a jumble of feelings. He was ecstatic that she didn't like Jack--but why was she telling him? He was confused on why she blew him off the morning---but why was she apologizing now? He tried to shake his head free from all thoughts.
It was then he had one of the few memories he had of his mother. He was sitting on her knee and she was hugging him. "Always trust your heart, Caleb. Always trust your heart."
All of a sudden it was easy. His finger slid under her chin and he gently lifted up her face to look in his eyes. He quietly spoke his mind. "I'm trusting my heart," he said and gently kissed her.
She was so taken aback that she didn't have time to react. It was over all too quickly and she opened her eyes to look into the stormy ocean of dark blue that made up his own. The confident smile that always seemed to lurk around his lips took over his mouth as he put his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
~*~*~*~Tibby's~*~*~*~
"Hey, where's Mist?" Mondie asked, generally wondering where her friend was. Jack's head hit the table.
Pistol half-smirked. "Wrong thing to say. I think she's on the roof--I'm not too fond of her at the moment," she said coldly and Rifle could have sworn he heard her growl.
Mush looked confused, "Why's that?" he asked. Mondie leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Yes, do tell us Pistol," she said, interestedly.
"Well, it's like this," Pistol started. She animatedly told the whole story-from her point of view of course, and ended with the same scowl on her face. "You get why I'm mad at her now??" she asked.
Mondie nodded unsurely. "I think so, but that doesn't seem like something Mist would do. Maybe you should talk to her instead of just talking about her," she said and shrugged.
Pistol nodded, but retreated in her look corner underneath Rifle's arm. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead. It's funny how people act when they're in love.