Yeah I know I haven't posted in a while and I guess I'm just a lazy bum
because the main reason for that is the fact I didn't feel like taking the
time to type it. Oh yes, thankies to all my reviewers and even to those who
don't review but actually take the time to read my story. Now enough of my
babbeling and on to the long awaited next chapter.
Atlas and Rock stood stone still. Each trying to stare the other down. "Somebody say something!" Summer was getting desperate. " You're ignoring me! I'm so unloved!" She burst into fake tears, sobbing loudly. Atlas and Rock broke their glaring gaze from each other to look at Summer exasperatedly. Noticing that she had got their attention, Summer looked at them with a wide grin on her face. They glared at her in return. Atlas' glare had a very cranky look about it; and Rock just looked extremely tense. Understanding that if she didn't come up with something quick, this situation would turn out to be quite disaterous. As Summer switched her gaze back and forth from the males' intense glares an idea popped into her mind. "C'mon Rock, we're gonna be late!" Taking advantage of Rock's confusion she dashed toward the entrance of the alley snatching his arm as she went by, pulling him after her. Atlas stood and watched them dissapear around the corner. As Summer ran, still towing Rock, she twisted down enumerable side streets and alleys taking a path that was difficult to trace. Eventually she decided that it was safe to stop and decided to catch her breath. When they had stopped rock ripped his arm out of her grasp. "What were you talking about?! What the hell are we goimg to be late for?!" He leaned back against a grimy wall waiting for her to catch her breath enough to reply. "Well I had to think of some way to get you and Atlas apart before either of you did something stupid."Rock raised his eyebrows at that. "And anyways, I wanted to head back up to the surface. So lets go." "Fine." He stood back into an upright postion, turned his back on her, and started to walk away. "Rock, wait for me!" she started to run afer him but tripped and fell. As the sound of something hitting the ground and sobs, real ones, drifted to him Rock paused and turned to look at Summer. She was curled up in a ball on the ground clutching her ankle. Supprisingly, he felt a strange feeling welling up inside him. It could have been pity or it could have been the realization that someone needed him. He turned back and slowly stepped toward the figure on the ground. He knelt down beside her and brushed some hair out of her face. "Are you alright?" At feeling the gentle touch and hearing the softly spoken words Summer looked up at the familier face that was wearing an expression that she had never seen on it before. The expression was soft and worried looking, as if he was really concerned. "I think I twisted my ankle when I tripped." she spoke hesitantly as if not believeing that this was true. "Do you think you can walk?" "I don't know, it really hurts." Without another word he wiped away her tears and scooped her up in his arms. He was encouraged when she didn't resist and started to head back to his home carrying his precious cargo gently. Summer was still suprised even more by the way he had gently picked her up. Maybe he really did care about her underneath his cold exterior. Maybe there was another side to him just waiting to be released. She had started to form cracks in the ice around his heart. Just cracks, but that was still something. She sighed and wraped her arms around his neck. She hugged closer to him breathing in the enticing scent that hung about him. She was truly at ease for the first time since she had entered Metropolis. That was the last thought that crossed her mind as she drifted into a deep sleep snug against one who was starting to care for her.
Atlas and Rock stood stone still. Each trying to stare the other down. "Somebody say something!" Summer was getting desperate. " You're ignoring me! I'm so unloved!" She burst into fake tears, sobbing loudly. Atlas and Rock broke their glaring gaze from each other to look at Summer exasperatedly. Noticing that she had got their attention, Summer looked at them with a wide grin on her face. They glared at her in return. Atlas' glare had a very cranky look about it; and Rock just looked extremely tense. Understanding that if she didn't come up with something quick, this situation would turn out to be quite disaterous. As Summer switched her gaze back and forth from the males' intense glares an idea popped into her mind. "C'mon Rock, we're gonna be late!" Taking advantage of Rock's confusion she dashed toward the entrance of the alley snatching his arm as she went by, pulling him after her. Atlas stood and watched them dissapear around the corner. As Summer ran, still towing Rock, she twisted down enumerable side streets and alleys taking a path that was difficult to trace. Eventually she decided that it was safe to stop and decided to catch her breath. When they had stopped rock ripped his arm out of her grasp. "What were you talking about?! What the hell are we goimg to be late for?!" He leaned back against a grimy wall waiting for her to catch her breath enough to reply. "Well I had to think of some way to get you and Atlas apart before either of you did something stupid."Rock raised his eyebrows at that. "And anyways, I wanted to head back up to the surface. So lets go." "Fine." He stood back into an upright postion, turned his back on her, and started to walk away. "Rock, wait for me!" she started to run afer him but tripped and fell. As the sound of something hitting the ground and sobs, real ones, drifted to him Rock paused and turned to look at Summer. She was curled up in a ball on the ground clutching her ankle. Supprisingly, he felt a strange feeling welling up inside him. It could have been pity or it could have been the realization that someone needed him. He turned back and slowly stepped toward the figure on the ground. He knelt down beside her and brushed some hair out of her face. "Are you alright?" At feeling the gentle touch and hearing the softly spoken words Summer looked up at the familier face that was wearing an expression that she had never seen on it before. The expression was soft and worried looking, as if he was really concerned. "I think I twisted my ankle when I tripped." she spoke hesitantly as if not believeing that this was true. "Do you think you can walk?" "I don't know, it really hurts." Without another word he wiped away her tears and scooped her up in his arms. He was encouraged when she didn't resist and started to head back to his home carrying his precious cargo gently. Summer was still suprised even more by the way he had gently picked her up. Maybe he really did care about her underneath his cold exterior. Maybe there was another side to him just waiting to be released. She had started to form cracks in the ice around his heart. Just cracks, but that was still something. She sighed and wraped her arms around his neck. She hugged closer to him breathing in the enticing scent that hung about him. She was truly at ease for the first time since she had entered Metropolis. That was the last thought that crossed her mind as she drifted into a deep sleep snug against one who was starting to care for her.