Street Fight
Legolas POV
Emma, Talim, and I all walk out of the castle and jump into my convertible. Emma gets in the passenger's seat, Talim gets in the middle, and I take the driver's seat. We drive towards down town and hardly a word is spoken besides, "Stupid red lights!" and "the weather is nice."
Talim snuggles under my arm and I look towards Emma. She definitely looks uncomfortable. This is not how I wanted things to be...her not really enjoying just being with Talim and me. I had a feeling things would feel a little weird.
If only Darien were here...it was the first time I ever wished THAT. Then maybe she wouldn't feel so weird if he was here and we could chill and things would feel normal.
I glanced once at Talim too who looked totally carefree. "Ah, it's so pretty out here! Let's get ice cream first thing, okay guys?"
"Mmm," Emma mumbles.
I bought the girls ice cream and we started walking down Main Street. Emma looked down the streets and in windows as if ignoring us. I grabbed Talim's hand and we looked at each other and frowned. I'm sure Talim was thinking the same thing I was: was Emma mad?
Talim seemed to forget it suddenly. "Hey look at that!" she points at the CD store. Against the window is a big poster of Pandemonium. Emma smiles. "That's awesome," she says. Talim and I keep walking, but Emma stands at the window and studies the picture. She looks as if she's studying each face of one of her friends and thinking about them. I know she misses them. "You guys!" Emma yells at Talim and me.
Talim and I turn.
"Just go on without me, okay? I'll catch a cab home," she says.
"Okay," Talim says, frowning. We then keep on walking without her. "I don't know what's up with her. I'll have to talk to her later. I hope she's not...well, jealous."
"I don't think that's it," I say. "I think she's just too shocked by the change that she doesn't know what to do or how to act now. Things will go back to normal."
"I hope so," she says, letting go of my hand and leaning against my side. I put my arm around her waist and we keep on walking. "Cause I would hate for her to get mad at me."
Emma POV
I watch Legolas and Talim walks together, all on each other. It's just so strange, but I guess they like each other...my Legolas and my Talim. Who would have guessed it?
I turned the other way and walked slowly. The streets were quiet today and all I could hear were the faint sounds of music, some pans clanging in a kitchen of a restaurant, and then another faint sound that I couldn't make out. Usually the streets were crowded with people!
As I kept walking the strange sound got clearer and clearer. It almost reminded me of the noises of someone punching someone else like you hear in movies. That thought scared me. Was THAT what it was? I frantically walked faster and checked the streets I was going by till I came across one small street, almost narrow enough to be an alley, with a group of kids about freshmen, all in one circle. They were throwing themselves at whatever was in the middle if their circle and I ran towards them. I could see someone in the middle, whom they were punching.
"STOP IT!" I yelled, trying to sound brave and strong. A few kids looked up at me and prepared to punch me too, but I just glared and before one fist hit me, I grabbed it and threw the kid back.
I didn't have time to just push the kinds one by one, so I just pushed into their circle, grabbed the kid's hand that they were beating and ran, pulling him behind me. The kids came after me yelling, but one was ahead of them, cursing and flinging his bloody hands at me!
"You want some of this?" I ask, acting like a gangster or something, guarding the kid behind me.
The kid stopped and laughed. "You, you're a girl," he says. "But I'll punch you if you don't hand that reject over."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Oh, I don't think so," I say, and push his chest back so that he falls on his butt and knocks over a trashcan.
His friends laugh at him. "Shut up, all of you!" I yell. "You get out of here or I'll call the police! Either that, or I knock all of you out!"
"Come on," said one kid. "That stupid kid aint worth it. I'm going home." And the other kids followed his lead and ran away.
I turned to see the beat up kid walking away. "Hey, wait!" I say. I look at him. He's wearing a black T-shirt, black pants rolled up to his knees and little chuck skater shoes. He has dark blond hair that goes to his shoulders which it sticking to the blood dripping over his lips and tears on his cheeks. "I have some tissues," I say, digging though my purse and handing him a bag of tissues.
"Thanks," he sniffs and wipes the blood. "They kicked me and hit me just about EVERYWHERE," he says, really emphasizing everywhere. "I wouldn't be crying in a fight like that I swear...it's just they kicked me in the SOFT spot."
I bite my lip and think of what to say to that. "Uhhh... so why were they doing that to you?"
He looks down and wipes the rest of his face. "That boy you pushed last...I talked to his girlfriend yesterday and she said she'd like to hang with me some time and he got mad."
"What a faggot," I say. "Well, do you want me to walk you home?"
"It won't hurt," he shrugs. "And thanks for saving me. I owe you."
I smile. "It's no problem," I say. I look at him and now that the blood and tears are wiped away, he's a cute kid. "How old are you?" I ask.
"Fourteen," he says. "I'm going into ninth this year. You?"
"I'm going into my senior year and I'll be turning seventeen in less than a month," I say. "Oh, and I'm Emma."
"I'm Jake," he answers. We talk for a few more minutes and then we arrive at an old firehouse. "Well, here it is," he says. "You wanna come in and get a drink real quick? My parents aren't home so it'd be okay."
"All right," I say. I AM really thirsty.
As soon as Jake and me walk in a large man comes in without a shirt on, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in another.
"I thought you were at work!" Jake exclaims.
"Boy, what are you doing letting strangers in the house?" he asks angrily. I back up to the door. This would be my sign to leave. "I was only bringing your son home, sir," I say. "I'll be leaving."
"My son?" the man laughs. "I'd be god damned angry if this ugly kid were my son! He's my step-son...now just get out!"
I walk out the door without saying anything else. I don't hear anything else go on in the house. What a horrible man to live with!
As I start to walk away, I hear something like pounding on a window. I turn to see Jake pounding on a small bedroom window and then he waves. He struggles to open it, but finally gets it cracked open so I can hear him whisper through it. "Thank you again," he says. "Will I ever get to talk to you again or is this it?" he asks.
I take out a tissue and pen and start writing it. "If you ever need help or just need to get out of the house, maybe I can take you somewhere and we can talk. Just call my house and ask for Emma anytime, okay?" I say, handing him the tissue with my number on it.
"I can't thank you enough!" he says.
"It's no problem," I say smiling. "And if you can, maybe I can take you to a Pandemonium concert sometime. Would you like that?"
He grins. "Oh yea, I love them."
"Okay, well talk to you later. Call me sometime, okay?"
"I will," he promises.
I nod and walk away. What a day. I think I just want to go home and crash for a while. All of this craziness all week has drained me out!
Review, and I'll give you Lembas and elf-cookies!! Lol!
-Lauren
Legolas POV
Emma, Talim, and I all walk out of the castle and jump into my convertible. Emma gets in the passenger's seat, Talim gets in the middle, and I take the driver's seat. We drive towards down town and hardly a word is spoken besides, "Stupid red lights!" and "the weather is nice."
Talim snuggles under my arm and I look towards Emma. She definitely looks uncomfortable. This is not how I wanted things to be...her not really enjoying just being with Talim and me. I had a feeling things would feel a little weird.
If only Darien were here...it was the first time I ever wished THAT. Then maybe she wouldn't feel so weird if he was here and we could chill and things would feel normal.
I glanced once at Talim too who looked totally carefree. "Ah, it's so pretty out here! Let's get ice cream first thing, okay guys?"
"Mmm," Emma mumbles.
I bought the girls ice cream and we started walking down Main Street. Emma looked down the streets and in windows as if ignoring us. I grabbed Talim's hand and we looked at each other and frowned. I'm sure Talim was thinking the same thing I was: was Emma mad?
Talim seemed to forget it suddenly. "Hey look at that!" she points at the CD store. Against the window is a big poster of Pandemonium. Emma smiles. "That's awesome," she says. Talim and I keep walking, but Emma stands at the window and studies the picture. She looks as if she's studying each face of one of her friends and thinking about them. I know she misses them. "You guys!" Emma yells at Talim and me.
Talim and I turn.
"Just go on without me, okay? I'll catch a cab home," she says.
"Okay," Talim says, frowning. We then keep on walking without her. "I don't know what's up with her. I'll have to talk to her later. I hope she's not...well, jealous."
"I don't think that's it," I say. "I think she's just too shocked by the change that she doesn't know what to do or how to act now. Things will go back to normal."
"I hope so," she says, letting go of my hand and leaning against my side. I put my arm around her waist and we keep on walking. "Cause I would hate for her to get mad at me."
Emma POV
I watch Legolas and Talim walks together, all on each other. It's just so strange, but I guess they like each other...my Legolas and my Talim. Who would have guessed it?
I turned the other way and walked slowly. The streets were quiet today and all I could hear were the faint sounds of music, some pans clanging in a kitchen of a restaurant, and then another faint sound that I couldn't make out. Usually the streets were crowded with people!
As I kept walking the strange sound got clearer and clearer. It almost reminded me of the noises of someone punching someone else like you hear in movies. That thought scared me. Was THAT what it was? I frantically walked faster and checked the streets I was going by till I came across one small street, almost narrow enough to be an alley, with a group of kids about freshmen, all in one circle. They were throwing themselves at whatever was in the middle if their circle and I ran towards them. I could see someone in the middle, whom they were punching.
"STOP IT!" I yelled, trying to sound brave and strong. A few kids looked up at me and prepared to punch me too, but I just glared and before one fist hit me, I grabbed it and threw the kid back.
I didn't have time to just push the kinds one by one, so I just pushed into their circle, grabbed the kid's hand that they were beating and ran, pulling him behind me. The kids came after me yelling, but one was ahead of them, cursing and flinging his bloody hands at me!
"You want some of this?" I ask, acting like a gangster or something, guarding the kid behind me.
The kid stopped and laughed. "You, you're a girl," he says. "But I'll punch you if you don't hand that reject over."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Oh, I don't think so," I say, and push his chest back so that he falls on his butt and knocks over a trashcan.
His friends laugh at him. "Shut up, all of you!" I yell. "You get out of here or I'll call the police! Either that, or I knock all of you out!"
"Come on," said one kid. "That stupid kid aint worth it. I'm going home." And the other kids followed his lead and ran away.
I turned to see the beat up kid walking away. "Hey, wait!" I say. I look at him. He's wearing a black T-shirt, black pants rolled up to his knees and little chuck skater shoes. He has dark blond hair that goes to his shoulders which it sticking to the blood dripping over his lips and tears on his cheeks. "I have some tissues," I say, digging though my purse and handing him a bag of tissues.
"Thanks," he sniffs and wipes the blood. "They kicked me and hit me just about EVERYWHERE," he says, really emphasizing everywhere. "I wouldn't be crying in a fight like that I swear...it's just they kicked me in the SOFT spot."
I bite my lip and think of what to say to that. "Uhhh... so why were they doing that to you?"
He looks down and wipes the rest of his face. "That boy you pushed last...I talked to his girlfriend yesterday and she said she'd like to hang with me some time and he got mad."
"What a faggot," I say. "Well, do you want me to walk you home?"
"It won't hurt," he shrugs. "And thanks for saving me. I owe you."
I smile. "It's no problem," I say. I look at him and now that the blood and tears are wiped away, he's a cute kid. "How old are you?" I ask.
"Fourteen," he says. "I'm going into ninth this year. You?"
"I'm going into my senior year and I'll be turning seventeen in less than a month," I say. "Oh, and I'm Emma."
"I'm Jake," he answers. We talk for a few more minutes and then we arrive at an old firehouse. "Well, here it is," he says. "You wanna come in and get a drink real quick? My parents aren't home so it'd be okay."
"All right," I say. I AM really thirsty.
As soon as Jake and me walk in a large man comes in without a shirt on, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in another.
"I thought you were at work!" Jake exclaims.
"Boy, what are you doing letting strangers in the house?" he asks angrily. I back up to the door. This would be my sign to leave. "I was only bringing your son home, sir," I say. "I'll be leaving."
"My son?" the man laughs. "I'd be god damned angry if this ugly kid were my son! He's my step-son...now just get out!"
I walk out the door without saying anything else. I don't hear anything else go on in the house. What a horrible man to live with!
As I start to walk away, I hear something like pounding on a window. I turn to see Jake pounding on a small bedroom window and then he waves. He struggles to open it, but finally gets it cracked open so I can hear him whisper through it. "Thank you again," he says. "Will I ever get to talk to you again or is this it?" he asks.
I take out a tissue and pen and start writing it. "If you ever need help or just need to get out of the house, maybe I can take you somewhere and we can talk. Just call my house and ask for Emma anytime, okay?" I say, handing him the tissue with my number on it.
"I can't thank you enough!" he says.
"It's no problem," I say smiling. "And if you can, maybe I can take you to a Pandemonium concert sometime. Would you like that?"
He grins. "Oh yea, I love them."
"Okay, well talk to you later. Call me sometime, okay?"
"I will," he promises.
I nod and walk away. What a day. I think I just want to go home and crash for a while. All of this craziness all week has drained me out!
Review, and I'll give you Lembas and elf-cookies!! Lol!
-Lauren
