Hey Everybody thank for the positive feedback and suggestions. I really appreciate it and it keeps me writing this fic, so if you like it please let me know what you think!
Anyway here's chapter 4, this one is a little OOC but I figured it would lighten things up a bit. Here we go
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The atmosphere was well...the term "Warm and cozy" came to mind. In fact as Toad attempted to shift his body weight he was greeted by a very confortable thermal blanket surrounding his bare chest and despite the pain the rolled through his entire side he could feel a pillow molded to the back of his head. And even a touch of warm sunlight landed on his eyelids warming his face and activating what seemed to be a flowery scent flowing through his nostrils...
Wait a minute.
Toad sat up abruptly and clenched his teeth at the pain that roared though his head. Blinking at the sight in front of him he could of sworn for a minute he was dreaming.
Looking straight ahead of him he saw a large oak desk cluttered with silver picture frames, looking down was a red and beige carpet swirled with dragon designs above a supremely clean hardwood floor. Turning behind him was a large bay window that did indeed hold the sun that had just implored his vision. He swiftly turned his head away to keep away from the blinding light.
But as Toad looked up once more his eyes widened. He smiled knowingly and slapped himself on the side of his head.
Ouch! Wait a minute...still here...crap! This isn't a dream? He threw himself up quickly and despite his body's protests at leaving the large extremely confortable couch he managed to take two steps forward before noticing a moving creature in the corner behind him.
(Although she was barely moving), her chest was steadily rising up and down reviling that she was more than likely asleep. As Toad's eyes adjusted more to the room he noticed that her eyes were peacefully closed, and her eyebrows were calmly relaxed on her face.
Toad not exactly being the most observationest person was surprised that the sight so greedily caught his attention. He cautiously stepped over to get a better look. Sitting in a sandalwood rocking chair was a girl no older than 17. Her flawless skin was pale and fair as though it had never seen any hardships at all, and matching perfectly was her sandy blond hair that laid across her left cheekbone and seemed to dance as a slight breeze from a nearby window entered the room. Her figure appeared average although her limbs were strangely defined and suggested she was often active with some sport or another.
Toad exhaled sharply as his brain finally clicked together and the girl from the photo came to his mind. In fact the entire evening had come crawling back at him with full force. He gasped as he mentally swore to himself.
Damn it! Why did she bring him back here? He walked closer to the desk he had seen previously before, the set of matching silver frames caught his eye.
They were mostly pictures of her. Pictures of her and some woman who looked old enough to be her mother sitting near a lake as they laughed about some joke that the photographer never knew about. And another of her as a younger child with her hair formed in pigtails and dried chocolate smeared on her lips. He picked up that picture and enjoyed the feeling of cold silver beneath his fingers. Still holding it several seconds later he nearly had the urge to crack a smile, yet before he could follow through with that act a loud and incredibly annoying pounding found it's way to the front door that he stood so close to.
Quickly sitting down the picture and realizing he didn't have a shirt on his mind began to race at an unreliable rate. What was he going to do now? He could hear the sound of the girl stirring and running out the front door wasn't exactly an option with someone at it. At this stage of panic his mind only allowed him one idea:
Hide.
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Eva quickly stood up at the sound of her front door being assaulted and her doorbell abused. Actually "stood up" probably wasn't the most accurate term. Being completely correct would probably be saying the she totally fell out of the (what she realized now was a) sincerely unconfortable chair. Being just slightly upset at the way she was woken up Eva nearly busted the doors off the hinges at an attempt to warn the person on the other side of her anger.
But when she was greeted by the sight of Jainy her heart lost all vengeance and immediately melted at the sight of the girl. Her pulled up hair was in clusters around her shoulders, and eye make that she had once been so fond of was massacred by previously shed tears.
"There you are!" She nearly cried as she embraced her very confused friend.
"Jainy what's wrong with you?" Said Eva suspiciously at the sign of affection.
"Are you kidding?" Replied the loud girl as she let herself into her friend's home.
"As the party was coming to an end me and Becca went looking for you, we asked around and some girl said she saw you and that guy leave out the back...then we couldn't find the car, and I tried calling your cell but when you didn't answer I..." Her friend continued to choke back tears as she pulled her friend into a very dramatic hug.
"I came over as soon as I could. I can't even express how happy I was too see my car in your driveway, Are you OK?" She asked. "What in the hell happened?!" She exclaimed as her relief quickly turning to anger at the thought of her friend abandoning her.
"Well..."But before Eva could reply the memories of the previous night came back to her. She nearly ran to the living room but the only thing she saw was the blanket on the floor and a nearby picture frame knocked over.
Her eyes widened in fright as certain possibilities ran through her head. Jainy noticed this and was about to ask another question when the oncoming conversation was interrupted by the sound of something crashing in the kitchen.
"Look Jainy, I'm sorry but I ran into an old friend last night who needed help. Yes, I took the car but it was an emergency." Eva's eyes never left the kitchen yet her hand seemed to be guiding her friend to the exit as quickly as possible.
"Eva! Wait a minute, what-?"
"I'll call you later!" Eva exclaimed as she nearly threw her friend out and slammed the door behind her. She stopped momentary to think about how her mother would react if she heard that, but Eva quickly shook it off and slowly began to head in the direction of the sound.
She was obviously wondered where that guy had gone but that was the most innocent question on her mind as she silently entered the kitchen and a quiet whimpering sound came to her ears. She looked around frantically until she noticed a slight movement coming from the pantry. But about half way there she stopped and listen curiously to the whining sound.
'Bruno?' She mouthed silently.
Ignoring the recent fear that she had just experienced Eva grabbed a hold of the shiny door knob and stood back as quickly as if she was expecting for whatever was in there to revile itself.
Eva tilted her head in confusion as she blinked at the sight in front of her: A short green man was sternly attempting to kick her dog away from him as he affectionately chewed on the welted shoe laces of his mangled boots.
Realizing that someone had just open the door, Toad nearly lost his weight beneath him. Eva however (at the obvious sight of his fear) let out a laugh like she had never experienced before.
Here it was Saturday morning, a green man in her pantry, and her dog trying to eat his shoes. But the giggling suddenly stopped as she figured out how this poor guy must have felt.
"Bruno!" She said sternly. "Get out of there now! Bad dog bad!"
The words followed the dog as he gave up on the strangers shoes and proceeded to the patio. Eva watched as the sour faced dog left her and her rescuer alone. But before she could turn to him to apologize he had already bolted from the small closet that now had cans and boxes on the floor from the recent struggle.
Toad grabbed his shirt and threw it on over his head. He had to get out of there. What was he thinking anyway? He had only wished the freaken dog hadn't followed him into the pantry. He would of been fine. He could of waited for the other girl to leave then find a back way out, but no...
The next step being putting on his jacket was interfered by a stern hand on his arm.
"Where are you going." Asked the startled girl to his left who had unexplainable followed him from the room.
"Home." He heard himself answer.
"Well look I just..umm thank you for helping me and all last night. I'm sorry I didn't get you to a doctor or anything but I figured...um" She said clearly failing at her attempt at a thank you.
"Yeah whatever." He replied coolly.
Painfully getting on his jacket he began making his way to the door when an overgrown mutt stopped him in his tracks by nearly throwing himself at his shoes and in an effort to avoid the extremely large animal Toad threw himself back. But despite his reflexes he fell flat on his face anyway.
He growled out in pain as a sharp wave of misery came to his torso.
"Oh my god! Are you OK?" She asked trying to help him up. He could barely hear her say that and something that sounded like "Get outside!"
"Here let me help you...I thought you had some bruised ribs but maybe they were in worse condition than I suspected..." She said helping him to his feet. But even with a hand secured under his coat it managed to find hers as she did as she promised and helped him to his feet.
"Oh yeah," she said somberly. "I'll need to do something with these." She said taking a closer look at his injured hand that had quickly becoming scabbed over from the day before.
She continued on for some time about how annoying her dog really was. But Toad didn't hear a thing she was saying. The only thing he could really phantom was that...she had touched his hand? And forget about just touching it. Somehow they had made it to the couch and she was holding it while softly putting on antibacterial cream. Why was she doing this? Why did she let him sleep on her couch, and stay in her house for that matter?! Was it because he had helped her out that one time?
Wow, he pondered...I guess favors really do go a long way. Some time later he snapped back to attention when she looked up and smiled.
"...So would you?" She asked.
"Huh?" He answered. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Would you like some breakfast?" She repeated slowly. He looked up at her with the most curious and saddest eyes she had ever seen.
"Sure." He had said. Although he wasn't quite sure where that response had come from. He followed her into the kitchen and flinched slightly as she held out her hand to him.
"My name is Eva"
Toad swallowed hard and took several seconds before deciding that giving her his name probably wouldn't hurt anything. Besides what harm could come out of it? He defensively held a hand to hers.
"Toad."
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Yep...
