Title: Walking the Girl
Author: Me
Disclaimer: we've been through that already...
Note: Sorry if the chapters are too short. Most of my stories are written on an inspiration high and sometimes it dies out too quickly.
It's late and if I were any other person, anywhere else, I'd be running a trail of fire. Screw dog walkers and drunk pedestrians. But I'm not any other person, I'm not anywhere else, and frankly, I'm way too tired to be running anywhere. I don't care if there's free ice cream involved. I know that there's someone following me. I could feel them behind me just as I neared Johnson street. I doubted that they were harmful because it's been 3 blocks and nothing's happened. My curiosity gets the better of me, so I swiftly turn around, and what I see....Well, doesn't really surprise me. Helena. Hands buried in the pockets of her leather coat, amused little smirk on her face.
"Took you long enough." She briskly walks toward me.
"Well, I knew you loved me, but enough to stalk me? Tsk tsk tsk." I'm amazed by the calmness that has seemed to take over me and am very glad for it.
She puts her arm over my shoulders, walking by my side. "Just keeping you safe."
I want to put my arm around her waist, but settle for leaning into her, feigning weariness.
"You sure you're ok kiddo?" She whispers, her thumb grazing my arm.
Eyes closed, steps misplaced, I give a small smile and say to her, "Wonderful."
"Well, that's good, cause you're gonna need to get up bright and early for training tomorrow."
"And what kind of early might you be talking about?" I peek at her through one eye.
"The 4 in the morning kind."
"Argh. Bite me."
I suddenly regret saying it, for now I have become very aware of her lips, hovering dangerously close to my ear. Not needing to look at her, I can tell that she's grinning at me and she whispers ever so slowly, "You wish."
I could have stopped living just then but luckily, we've reached the clocktower and Barbra is giving us, a look that could scare the shit back into satan. That's ok. Anything is better than having to deal with the jarbled mess that is my hormones. My arms have gone stiff and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be that way straight through any lecture that Barbra has planned for the evening.
"Grounded for a week, don't ever do it again, muggers, rapists, and fans of Britney Spears, I know, I know. I'll be in my room." With that said, I quickly pull myself out of Helena's grasp and walk to my room.
I can still feel their eyes following me, and I shut the door. This is not good...not good at all.
A/N: tweaking. nothing big.
Author: Me
Disclaimer: we've been through that already...
Note: Sorry if the chapters are too short. Most of my stories are written on an inspiration high and sometimes it dies out too quickly.
It's late and if I were any other person, anywhere else, I'd be running a trail of fire. Screw dog walkers and drunk pedestrians. But I'm not any other person, I'm not anywhere else, and frankly, I'm way too tired to be running anywhere. I don't care if there's free ice cream involved. I know that there's someone following me. I could feel them behind me just as I neared Johnson street. I doubted that they were harmful because it's been 3 blocks and nothing's happened. My curiosity gets the better of me, so I swiftly turn around, and what I see....Well, doesn't really surprise me. Helena. Hands buried in the pockets of her leather coat, amused little smirk on her face.
"Took you long enough." She briskly walks toward me.
"Well, I knew you loved me, but enough to stalk me? Tsk tsk tsk." I'm amazed by the calmness that has seemed to take over me and am very glad for it.
She puts her arm over my shoulders, walking by my side. "Just keeping you safe."
I want to put my arm around her waist, but settle for leaning into her, feigning weariness.
"You sure you're ok kiddo?" She whispers, her thumb grazing my arm.
Eyes closed, steps misplaced, I give a small smile and say to her, "Wonderful."
"Well, that's good, cause you're gonna need to get up bright and early for training tomorrow."
"And what kind of early might you be talking about?" I peek at her through one eye.
"The 4 in the morning kind."
"Argh. Bite me."
I suddenly regret saying it, for now I have become very aware of her lips, hovering dangerously close to my ear. Not needing to look at her, I can tell that she's grinning at me and she whispers ever so slowly, "You wish."
I could have stopped living just then but luckily, we've reached the clocktower and Barbra is giving us, a look that could scare the shit back into satan. That's ok. Anything is better than having to deal with the jarbled mess that is my hormones. My arms have gone stiff and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be that way straight through any lecture that Barbra has planned for the evening.
"Grounded for a week, don't ever do it again, muggers, rapists, and fans of Britney Spears, I know, I know. I'll be in my room." With that said, I quickly pull myself out of Helena's grasp and walk to my room.
I can still feel their eyes following me, and I shut the door. This is not good...not good at all.
A/N: tweaking. nothing big.