'Hey party in my eye socket and everyone's invited!' ~Xander
(Btvs)
Disclaimer: Gah! I didn't realize how degrading it was having to write a
disclaimer EVERY flippin' time I post a new chapter! Alright so not
degrading to me personally, but it makes me feel like the people who are
reading this need to be reassured that I only own my ideas. Like your
ignorant or something. Pashh! Right. So sorry for the rant, I own only my
ideas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Alright, I admit. I have absolutely no clue where I'm going with the
story. Inspiration hasn't been completely ample. So if you think you know
what's to come, you're more than likely wrong. Unless you somehow think
like me. *shudders* Enjoy!
The Jeep lie in ruins on its side, steaming from a combination of the drizzle and the steaming parts. Lance sat dejectedly on the side of the road with his head on his knees. There was a sudden sound similar to that of someone running there nails down a chalkboard, followed by the unmistakable noise of a large piece of metal hitting the ground.
"Look at the bright side, at least we're both still alive and in one piece! Err, two pieces that is. Right?" Lance looked up to where Kitty was standing, he couldn't help but grin. Her hair was plastered onto her face from the rain and her clothes we're muddy, but she still had a glow about her.
"Two pieces huh? How exactly do you figure that?" He stood up and walked over to her, gently placing his hands around her waist.
"Well, like you know. Since there are two of us there are two pieces! If there was only one piece well." She giggled, "I guess we'd be in even more of a mess than we're already faced with!"
His smile soured, realizing that they were in fact, in a mess. The park was quite far from where either of them lived, and they were completely off the beaten path. The rain began easing out of the drizzle, and into more of a downpour.
"We should start walking and try to find someplace dry to stay until we can get a ride back to Bayville." They slowly began their tread up the hill, the elements impairing their progress significantly.
Kitty shielded her eyes from the storm. How ironic the first time she and Lance had been alone together post their fight, all hell would break loose. She couldn't help but shiver at the bad omen. Maybe everyone was right about her and Lance, maybe it wasn't a good idea to begin with. If it weren't for her being able to phase them both out of the Jeep, they would both be seriously injured. It wouldn't have been surprising if it had ended in death, for ordinary humans at least. She pushed the pessimistic thoughts as far out of her mind as possible. A little rain and the lectures of her friends weren't enough to stop her from following her heart.
"Scott!" Lance quickly glanced at her; the statement had caught him off guard. "What I mean is, we can call Scott as soon as we find a phone. I'm sure he'd pick us up!"
Lance unintentionally groaned, causing Kitty to skeptically glare at him. "What's wrong? Do you have a better plan?" she blushed and gazed towards the blacktop, "I didn't mean to get snippy, it's just I'm soaking to the bone and I'm starving."
He put his hands up in mock defense, "Easy there kitten, I know what you mean!" She couldn't help but beam at his antics, he was so infectious. "All I'm saying is, Summers was acting slightly abnormal today. Instead of threatening me as usual, he was all puppy dog eyes and suspicious."
Kitty cocked her head to the side and burst out laughing. "Scott? Puppy-dog-eyes? Towards you?!?!" She held her stomach acting as if her sides were about to literally split open. "Please Lance. Sure you are extremely attractive and the bad boy persona is a major turn on, I'll give you that. I just can't believe your hinting at scooter, well, you know. Being infatuated with you!" She continued laughing until the tapping of Lances foot cued her in.
He stood with his arms on his hips, and a slight crimson shade was apparent on his cheeks. "I was not implying that Scott, was coming onto me! I was making a point to say he wasn't acting like his anal retentive self. Sheesh, who knew you'd have your mind in the gutter next to a Bette Midler concert."
She again broke out in hysterics, tears welling in her eyes. "Lance. Stop!. Seriously!. I, oooh, hehehe, I can't take it! *snort* ooh hoo! Hehehe, oh lord. tehehe."
"Gah..! C'mere you little brat!" Lance tackled her onto the wet asphalt much to her dismay. There they laid and laughed until they we're both in tears.
Scott stretched out on his bed and kicked his shoes off. Today had been quite a trial, in more ways than one. He couldn't help but wonder why important events all came at one time. It was either famine or feast; there was no happy medium when it came to his life. There had to be a feasible explanation to his sundry emotions. He knew he didn't have a so called 'thing' for the leader of the Brotherhood. He was well aware though, that there was presently something that was drawing him to Lance. His head ached whenever he tried to sort everything out. Sleep would do him a world of good right now. Sleep it was.
Scott had fallen into a deep slumber sooner than expected. So deep that he didn't notice someone creeping into his sleeping quarters.
A/N: Alright, that's it for this chapter. I think I want to hold the rest off for the next. Give me some time to sort everything out. Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are more than welcome!
The Jeep lie in ruins on its side, steaming from a combination of the drizzle and the steaming parts. Lance sat dejectedly on the side of the road with his head on his knees. There was a sudden sound similar to that of someone running there nails down a chalkboard, followed by the unmistakable noise of a large piece of metal hitting the ground.
"Look at the bright side, at least we're both still alive and in one piece! Err, two pieces that is. Right?" Lance looked up to where Kitty was standing, he couldn't help but grin. Her hair was plastered onto her face from the rain and her clothes we're muddy, but she still had a glow about her.
"Two pieces huh? How exactly do you figure that?" He stood up and walked over to her, gently placing his hands around her waist.
"Well, like you know. Since there are two of us there are two pieces! If there was only one piece well." She giggled, "I guess we'd be in even more of a mess than we're already faced with!"
His smile soured, realizing that they were in fact, in a mess. The park was quite far from where either of them lived, and they were completely off the beaten path. The rain began easing out of the drizzle, and into more of a downpour.
"We should start walking and try to find someplace dry to stay until we can get a ride back to Bayville." They slowly began their tread up the hill, the elements impairing their progress significantly.
Kitty shielded her eyes from the storm. How ironic the first time she and Lance had been alone together post their fight, all hell would break loose. She couldn't help but shiver at the bad omen. Maybe everyone was right about her and Lance, maybe it wasn't a good idea to begin with. If it weren't for her being able to phase them both out of the Jeep, they would both be seriously injured. It wouldn't have been surprising if it had ended in death, for ordinary humans at least. She pushed the pessimistic thoughts as far out of her mind as possible. A little rain and the lectures of her friends weren't enough to stop her from following her heart.
"Scott!" Lance quickly glanced at her; the statement had caught him off guard. "What I mean is, we can call Scott as soon as we find a phone. I'm sure he'd pick us up!"
Lance unintentionally groaned, causing Kitty to skeptically glare at him. "What's wrong? Do you have a better plan?" she blushed and gazed towards the blacktop, "I didn't mean to get snippy, it's just I'm soaking to the bone and I'm starving."
He put his hands up in mock defense, "Easy there kitten, I know what you mean!" She couldn't help but beam at his antics, he was so infectious. "All I'm saying is, Summers was acting slightly abnormal today. Instead of threatening me as usual, he was all puppy dog eyes and suspicious."
Kitty cocked her head to the side and burst out laughing. "Scott? Puppy-dog-eyes? Towards you?!?!" She held her stomach acting as if her sides were about to literally split open. "Please Lance. Sure you are extremely attractive and the bad boy persona is a major turn on, I'll give you that. I just can't believe your hinting at scooter, well, you know. Being infatuated with you!" She continued laughing until the tapping of Lances foot cued her in.
He stood with his arms on his hips, and a slight crimson shade was apparent on his cheeks. "I was not implying that Scott, was coming onto me! I was making a point to say he wasn't acting like his anal retentive self. Sheesh, who knew you'd have your mind in the gutter next to a Bette Midler concert."
She again broke out in hysterics, tears welling in her eyes. "Lance. Stop!. Seriously!. I, oooh, hehehe, I can't take it! *snort* ooh hoo! Hehehe, oh lord. tehehe."
"Gah..! C'mere you little brat!" Lance tackled her onto the wet asphalt much to her dismay. There they laid and laughed until they we're both in tears.
Scott stretched out on his bed and kicked his shoes off. Today had been quite a trial, in more ways than one. He couldn't help but wonder why important events all came at one time. It was either famine or feast; there was no happy medium when it came to his life. There had to be a feasible explanation to his sundry emotions. He knew he didn't have a so called 'thing' for the leader of the Brotherhood. He was well aware though, that there was presently something that was drawing him to Lance. His head ached whenever he tried to sort everything out. Sleep would do him a world of good right now. Sleep it was.
Scott had fallen into a deep slumber sooner than expected. So deep that he didn't notice someone creeping into his sleeping quarters.
A/N: Alright, that's it for this chapter. I think I want to hold the rest off for the next. Give me some time to sort everything out. Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are more than welcome!
