A/N Ok, this part is complete crap, and it's not done......yet.....as one
of the 7 Waynes brothers would say "But wait! They'rshe More!" hehe! Enjoy!
I looked at her. I tried to look steady, but found it hard as I awaited what she'd say. In all our lives I had never told her that and really meant it. Not until now. As calm as seemed, I was nervous on the inside. All I wanted was for her to say yes, to say she'd come back to me.
I lit another cigarette, and took a long drag on it, trying desperately to calm my ragged nerves. She was thinking about this, trying to sort out everything I had said. I looked at John, and tried to stay calm. I tried to figure out how badly hurt he was, while Magenta was thinking. Not that badly, just a lot of bruises, and a broken nose it looked like.
"Riff," My attention was now fully focused on her. I took in her beautiful face, and waited for her to answer.
"What?" I asked softly. I didn't want to risk scaring her away again.
"I-I will." I sat there for a second, almost not beliving what I heard, before I broke out into a grin. Me, who almost never even smiled, grinning broadly. I had to fight the urge to jump up and cheer. Instead, I swept her up into my arms, and pulled her tight.
I had hugged her so tightly her feet came up off the ground, and I spun her around. I gently set her down, and told her I loved her again. But when she looked down, it was rather obvious that we had to do something about John. After all, he was blocking the door.
She gently picked him up, and checked him over for anything serious. She tried to drag him to the sofa, and I gently moved her out of the way and did it for her. She tossed a blanket over him, and smiled. I stepped up behind her and hugged her again, kissing the top of her head. I was so happy, so relieved. What would I have done if she hadn't come back to me? Even I didn't want to think of that.
I looked at her. I tried to look steady, but found it hard as I awaited what she'd say. In all our lives I had never told her that and really meant it. Not until now. As calm as seemed, I was nervous on the inside. All I wanted was for her to say yes, to say she'd come back to me.
I lit another cigarette, and took a long drag on it, trying desperately to calm my ragged nerves. She was thinking about this, trying to sort out everything I had said. I looked at John, and tried to stay calm. I tried to figure out how badly hurt he was, while Magenta was thinking. Not that badly, just a lot of bruises, and a broken nose it looked like.
"Riff," My attention was now fully focused on her. I took in her beautiful face, and waited for her to answer.
"What?" I asked softly. I didn't want to risk scaring her away again.
"I-I will." I sat there for a second, almost not beliving what I heard, before I broke out into a grin. Me, who almost never even smiled, grinning broadly. I had to fight the urge to jump up and cheer. Instead, I swept her up into my arms, and pulled her tight.
I had hugged her so tightly her feet came up off the ground, and I spun her around. I gently set her down, and told her I loved her again. But when she looked down, it was rather obvious that we had to do something about John. After all, he was blocking the door.
She gently picked him up, and checked him over for anything serious. She tried to drag him to the sofa, and I gently moved her out of the way and did it for her. She tossed a blanket over him, and smiled. I stepped up behind her and hugged her again, kissing the top of her head. I was so happy, so relieved. What would I have done if she hadn't come back to me? Even I didn't want to think of that.