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As the night continued on and he once again found himself in the lightly dimmed room that belonged to his newfound friend Toad found a confortable silence as he waited for Eva to come back from the bathroom.
He stood up and looked around the room. He nodded approvingly. It certainly suited her, the eggshell painted walls weren't littered with posters but had a reasonable amount of pictures plastered as a wallpaper substitute
The sound of a door squeaking forced his head to turn. Eva began cautiously walking into the room holding two very large cotton towels, she smiled as she entered. He was about to do the same when one of the towels had found it's way to his face sending swift giggles to the girl beside him. But he was actually grateful for the warm, clean piece of clothing, the smells reminded him of something honest and hopeful although that wasn't what he chose to say.
"Enjoy beating me up do you?" He asked playfully. It was incredibly how suddenly his position had changed with her, one minute it was difficult to mutter a word to her, the next he would be giving off things to her that he had never even said to himself out loud
"Only when I find it necessary." she said pointing to the wet footprints he had made during his second arrival through her window. Eva wasn't really sure why she had asked him to come inside. It just seemed appropriate like when you excuse yourself from a busy room. He smiled at her comment and felt a heat rush to his cheeks at the accusation. The room remained silent until the sound of Eva plopping down on her bed came to his ears. Turning his head in her direction he titled his head sideways preparing the words that were about to come out in the form of a question.
"So...was there any particular reason why we were running around out there?" He said emotionless. But as his next comment was about to enter the room she gave an unexpected answer.
"My grandmother..." She began. Clearly confused Toad once again titled his head sideways. Eva smiled at this response.
"She always told me that whenever you get caught in a storm with a stranger it meant..." She blushed as this past part came off and she clumsy crossed her legs Indian style across the bed.
"...that God was trying to mold their souls together. But he would always have a hard time with this." She refused to look up at him at this point.
"She always said that the way into a person's soul was to see if they were a good dancer or not. (She took ballet for 25 years)" She explained.
But as Eva still continued speaking something happened to her facial expression that he had never really noticed before. A sincere yet vindicated passion dripped off of her every word and her eyes grew as though speaking about this relatives theories was expanding her mind.
"So if you danced with them under the rain..." Her voice trailed off as though some sadness had just entered her brain.
"...you could truly see who they were." She said in barely an audible whisper as she looked up at him. But the serious look left her face as she closed her eyes and viciously shook her head waving the towel she held in her hand like some signature of her Grandmother's faultiness.
"How silly right? I don't know... I mean I only really knew her for the first couple years of my life, and she was already pretty sick by then."
"This her?" Asked Toad as he carefully as he picked up a homemade picture frame that held the black and white picture of a sculpted young girl with her hair pulled into a bun and her eyes that seemed to hold fire. Eva nodded according as another smile crept across her face.
"Sorry." She said suddenly. "I guess my inner child just got the best of me out there." Eva stood up and threw her towel in a nearby laundry basket as she did so.
"Is it true what they say...about mutants?" Receiving no verbal response to this Eva turned to see her him still staring at the picture he had previously touched.
She didn't need to actually say it. He already knew what she was think when she asked him that. Just trying not to be completely rude he reminded himself. But really she meant, "Are you all a bunch of violent freaks?"
"I guess it depends." He said before he could stop the words from coming out of his mouth. Eva walked closer to his whispering form as if expecting him to stop talking at any moment.
"Depends on what?" She asked with a shaky voice. He smiled.
"On where you come from."
And somehow Eva understood this. Five words in that voice of his were enough to slice through her heart a million times over. She shivered when she remembered the scars she had seen on him once before. His eyes were black and hollow for a reason.
But it wasn't because he was a mutant.
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Monday morning came with a unfortunate buzz for Eva. In fact it was quite literal as her alarm clock pounded loud and crude messages of getting up. Rolling over to her side and throwing it to the floor stopped the noise but soon she was rid of that another element came into play.
"Eva come on honey time to get up. You going to be late for school if you don't-" Yet her Mother's rampage through her room stopped short as she finally caught sight of it.
"What the hell?" Asked her Sarah as she surveyed the floor. And seeing as how her mother never swore Eva was obliged to rise from her post at the end of her bed.
Preparing to respond there really wasn't nothing she could say. Two large wet towels hung from the floor, while her wet sweatshirt also hung from a tipped over chair. Along with a few other things the room was a total disaster area.
"Sleeping walking?" Offered Eva to her mother she began to clean up.
"Eva your father and I will be at a commissions meeting later today in the late afternoon. You know how these things can go so we probably wont be home until late. And I want you to-"
Sarah simply sighed and rubbed her temples. "You left the window open." She said in a sentence-like manner.
Eva who was still barely registering that it was indeed morning had yet to hear a word her mother said. She did however hear the gasp she made as she attempted to close the window once more.
"What Ma?" Asked the girl in her bed with a sleepy voice. Her mother turned as so she could no longer block her vision.
A large yellow rose sat perfectly untouched on the windowsill.
Eva felt herself growing into giant smile.
It was going to be a good day.
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I know this one isn't very long or anything but it kind of prepares us for the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed this one, and please R&R!!!
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As the night continued on and he once again found himself in the lightly dimmed room that belonged to his newfound friend Toad found a confortable silence as he waited for Eva to come back from the bathroom.
He stood up and looked around the room. He nodded approvingly. It certainly suited her, the eggshell painted walls weren't littered with posters but had a reasonable amount of pictures plastered as a wallpaper substitute
The sound of a door squeaking forced his head to turn. Eva began cautiously walking into the room holding two very large cotton towels, she smiled as she entered. He was about to do the same when one of the towels had found it's way to his face sending swift giggles to the girl beside him. But he was actually grateful for the warm, clean piece of clothing, the smells reminded him of something honest and hopeful although that wasn't what he chose to say.
"Enjoy beating me up do you?" He asked playfully. It was incredibly how suddenly his position had changed with her, one minute it was difficult to mutter a word to her, the next he would be giving off things to her that he had never even said to himself out loud
"Only when I find it necessary." she said pointing to the wet footprints he had made during his second arrival through her window. Eva wasn't really sure why she had asked him to come inside. It just seemed appropriate like when you excuse yourself from a busy room. He smiled at her comment and felt a heat rush to his cheeks at the accusation. The room remained silent until the sound of Eva plopping down on her bed came to his ears. Turning his head in her direction he titled his head sideways preparing the words that were about to come out in the form of a question.
"So...was there any particular reason why we were running around out there?" He said emotionless. But as his next comment was about to enter the room she gave an unexpected answer.
"My grandmother..." She began. Clearly confused Toad once again titled his head sideways. Eva smiled at this response.
"She always told me that whenever you get caught in a storm with a stranger it meant..." She blushed as this past part came off and she clumsy crossed her legs Indian style across the bed.
"...that God was trying to mold their souls together. But he would always have a hard time with this." She refused to look up at him at this point.
"She always said that the way into a person's soul was to see if they were a good dancer or not. (She took ballet for 25 years)" She explained.
But as Eva still continued speaking something happened to her facial expression that he had never really noticed before. A sincere yet vindicated passion dripped off of her every word and her eyes grew as though speaking about this relatives theories was expanding her mind.
"So if you danced with them under the rain..." Her voice trailed off as though some sadness had just entered her brain.
"...you could truly see who they were." She said in barely an audible whisper as she looked up at him. But the serious look left her face as she closed her eyes and viciously shook her head waving the towel she held in her hand like some signature of her Grandmother's faultiness.
"How silly right? I don't know... I mean I only really knew her for the first couple years of my life, and she was already pretty sick by then."
"This her?" Asked Toad as he carefully as he picked up a homemade picture frame that held the black and white picture of a sculpted young girl with her hair pulled into a bun and her eyes that seemed to hold fire. Eva nodded according as another smile crept across her face.
"Sorry." She said suddenly. "I guess my inner child just got the best of me out there." Eva stood up and threw her towel in a nearby laundry basket as she did so.
"Is it true what they say...about mutants?" Receiving no verbal response to this Eva turned to see her him still staring at the picture he had previously touched.
She didn't need to actually say it. He already knew what she was think when she asked him that. Just trying not to be completely rude he reminded himself. But really she meant, "Are you all a bunch of violent freaks?"
"I guess it depends." He said before he could stop the words from coming out of his mouth. Eva walked closer to his whispering form as if expecting him to stop talking at any moment.
"Depends on what?" She asked with a shaky voice. He smiled.
"On where you come from."
And somehow Eva understood this. Five words in that voice of his were enough to slice through her heart a million times over. She shivered when she remembered the scars she had seen on him once before. His eyes were black and hollow for a reason.
But it wasn't because he was a mutant.
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Monday morning came with a unfortunate buzz for Eva. In fact it was quite literal as her alarm clock pounded loud and crude messages of getting up. Rolling over to her side and throwing it to the floor stopped the noise but soon she was rid of that another element came into play.
"Eva come on honey time to get up. You going to be late for school if you don't-" Yet her Mother's rampage through her room stopped short as she finally caught sight of it.
"What the hell?" Asked her Sarah as she surveyed the floor. And seeing as how her mother never swore Eva was obliged to rise from her post at the end of her bed.
Preparing to respond there really wasn't nothing she could say. Two large wet towels hung from the floor, while her wet sweatshirt also hung from a tipped over chair. Along with a few other things the room was a total disaster area.
"Sleeping walking?" Offered Eva to her mother she began to clean up.
"Eva your father and I will be at a commissions meeting later today in the late afternoon. You know how these things can go so we probably wont be home until late. And I want you to-"
Sarah simply sighed and rubbed her temples. "You left the window open." She said in a sentence-like manner.
Eva who was still barely registering that it was indeed morning had yet to hear a word her mother said. She did however hear the gasp she made as she attempted to close the window once more.
"What Ma?" Asked the girl in her bed with a sleepy voice. Her mother turned as so she could no longer block her vision.
A large yellow rose sat perfectly untouched on the windowsill.
Eva felt herself growing into giant smile.
It was going to be a good day.
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I know this one isn't very long or anything but it kind of prepares us for the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed this one, and please R&R!!!
