Thank you for reviewing! Here's chappie II, hope ya like it! I think it's
as good as the first one but please R & R and warn me now if I'm going down
hill.
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CHAPTER TWO: THE 'GODDESS'
This wasn't just any girl, Pyro realized, as he began to shake even more. She was beautiful, in that imperfect way that it is hard to be. He gulped dryly and wondered what was happening to him. He didn't act this way around Wanda, and she was certainly a girl, and just as pretty as this one. She had a tangled mess of hopelessly curly brown hair, he saw as he got closer. A graceful neck, slender hands with gently tapering fingers, long, kind of scrawny legs, with band-aids encasing both her big toes, the nails of which were painted with chipping blue polish. He wondered where her shoes were, then saw she had taken them off and they were sitting beside her, beat-up old sneakers covered in mud. The sliver of skin between her blue jeans and plain white t-shirt was tanned and smooth, and his fingers ached to touch it. She turned, and herface was sillouheted by the orange streetlight. Big blue eyes, as far as he could tell, took up most of her face. She had a cute little upturned nose and tiny little lip-gloss coated lips. He shifted and moved to step back farther into the shadows, but she spotted the movements and jumped up with an angry scowl on her face.
"Who's there?" she demanded angrily. " I know you're there!"
"Just… just me miss. I-I'm not going to hurt you." Pyro said as he stepped into plain view with his hands up in front of him.
"Who are you?!" Her voice had a slight British accent, hard to pick out, but there. "Why were you watching me?! ANSWER ME!"
"Fiery temper, there, miss. I'm John Allerdyce, but you can call me Pyro." He was cool on the outside, but inside he was shaking. The goddess was speaking to him! He dared to ask, "Do you have anywhere to stay, miss? Judging by your dirty clothes and your presence on the streets at one in the morning, I'd say no."
She looked slightly taken aback by this, and her raised fists lowered slightly, but she was still tense. "N…no. I don't have a place to stay. Are you telling me that you do?"
Pyro's insides leaped. "Yes, I do. Just a little apartment but it'll get you out of the storm that's supposed to be coming. Come with me."
She scoffed and began to follow him. "Like I really need protection from a little rainstorm…" She muttered to herself as she walked. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Once again, it's probably crap. Please review whether you like it or hate it, I need some constructive criticism! Oh by the way, saying you absolutely hates it and not giving any reasons isn't very constructive.
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CHAPTER TWO: THE 'GODDESS'
This wasn't just any girl, Pyro realized, as he began to shake even more. She was beautiful, in that imperfect way that it is hard to be. He gulped dryly and wondered what was happening to him. He didn't act this way around Wanda, and she was certainly a girl, and just as pretty as this one. She had a tangled mess of hopelessly curly brown hair, he saw as he got closer. A graceful neck, slender hands with gently tapering fingers, long, kind of scrawny legs, with band-aids encasing both her big toes, the nails of which were painted with chipping blue polish. He wondered where her shoes were, then saw she had taken them off and they were sitting beside her, beat-up old sneakers covered in mud. The sliver of skin between her blue jeans and plain white t-shirt was tanned and smooth, and his fingers ached to touch it. She turned, and herface was sillouheted by the orange streetlight. Big blue eyes, as far as he could tell, took up most of her face. She had a cute little upturned nose and tiny little lip-gloss coated lips. He shifted and moved to step back farther into the shadows, but she spotted the movements and jumped up with an angry scowl on her face.
"Who's there?" she demanded angrily. " I know you're there!"
"Just… just me miss. I-I'm not going to hurt you." Pyro said as he stepped into plain view with his hands up in front of him.
"Who are you?!" Her voice had a slight British accent, hard to pick out, but there. "Why were you watching me?! ANSWER ME!"
"Fiery temper, there, miss. I'm John Allerdyce, but you can call me Pyro." He was cool on the outside, but inside he was shaking. The goddess was speaking to him! He dared to ask, "Do you have anywhere to stay, miss? Judging by your dirty clothes and your presence on the streets at one in the morning, I'd say no."
She looked slightly taken aback by this, and her raised fists lowered slightly, but she was still tense. "N…no. I don't have a place to stay. Are you telling me that you do?"
Pyro's insides leaped. "Yes, I do. Just a little apartment but it'll get you out of the storm that's supposed to be coming. Come with me."
She scoffed and began to follow him. "Like I really need protection from a little rainstorm…" She muttered to herself as she walked. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Once again, it's probably crap. Please review whether you like it or hate it, I need some constructive criticism! Oh by the way, saying you absolutely hates it and not giving any reasons isn't very constructive.