Mir-Yea, well I could be better. Thanks for the review.
An undercover newsie- I know what you mean. Yea I've had 11 chappies. Sigh. There's probably plenty more that will take me forever to get up. Lol. Thanks for the review.
Smiley Cad-I don't think this story will ever be as good as my other one because that one really meant more to me than this one. These characters aren't coming alive in my mind. Lol. I sound crazy but I keep writing for the few people who read.
Manhattan
Hellfire heard sounds but she wasn't ready to get up. She was nice and warm and her pillow smelled like fresh, clean soap. It seemed to emit off heat and she felt an arm around her waist. Snuggling in closer, she clung to him. Suddenly with a flash, she remembered she wasn't with Spot anymore. Then who the hell was in her bed? Panicked, she opened her eyes to see light blue eyes watching her intently.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Michael smiled serenely at her.
'Oh my God' Hellfire thought frantically. 'If everyone is awake and sees this, it's not going to be good. This is going to be a pain.' She paused for a moment, thinking. 'When did he come ov---, oh yea, he came over when I was crying.' It was then that she realized Michael was waiting on an answer.
Before she had time to reply, someone else cut in. "Michael, you've woiked fast. You know what ta do. Hellfire was Spot jus not man enough fer ya?"
"Shut up, right now Race. I don't want ta hear your shit. It's not any of yer business but Spot and I aren't togedder anymore. Leave us the fuck alone." She angrily walked into the washroom, slamming the door loudly behind her.
A few threw questioning glances in Michael's direction. He got up off Hellfire's bunk and walked out of the bunkroom.
He kicked himself as he walked to the distribution office. 'Why would I stay in her bed? Why couldn't I have the common sense to leave? Why couldn't I just not have gotten up when I heard her crying? Do I have to be falling in love with her? Why damnit?' he screamed at himself in misery. He couldn't believe he had been so thoughtless. He had hurt Hellfire and everybody would be talking about it now.
Hellfire walked out of the washroom and was immediately the object of everyone's stares. She walked over to her bunk in silence and then to the door. The tension was so thick in the room it felt like fog.
"I wonder if she slept wit Michael."
"Now why would she do a stupid t'ing like dat for?"
"Wonder what happened between her an Spot"
Raven, fed up with the comments and implied innuendos, stood up. "Every single one of you needs ta shut ya mouth. What Hellfire does is none of ya business and you guys leave Spot AND Michael the hell outta it!" She yelled.
Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and Raven sat down on his lap. "Jack, baby, don't let dem do dis. She's been t'rough enough."
"Alright, I'll try ta get dem ta stop for you."
"Thank you" She smiled at him and kissed him.
An undercover newsie- I know what you mean. Yea I've had 11 chappies. Sigh. There's probably plenty more that will take me forever to get up. Lol. Thanks for the review.
Smiley Cad-I don't think this story will ever be as good as my other one because that one really meant more to me than this one. These characters aren't coming alive in my mind. Lol. I sound crazy but I keep writing for the few people who read.
Manhattan
Hellfire heard sounds but she wasn't ready to get up. She was nice and warm and her pillow smelled like fresh, clean soap. It seemed to emit off heat and she felt an arm around her waist. Snuggling in closer, she clung to him. Suddenly with a flash, she remembered she wasn't with Spot anymore. Then who the hell was in her bed? Panicked, she opened her eyes to see light blue eyes watching her intently.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Michael smiled serenely at her.
'Oh my God' Hellfire thought frantically. 'If everyone is awake and sees this, it's not going to be good. This is going to be a pain.' She paused for a moment, thinking. 'When did he come ov---, oh yea, he came over when I was crying.' It was then that she realized Michael was waiting on an answer.
Before she had time to reply, someone else cut in. "Michael, you've woiked fast. You know what ta do. Hellfire was Spot jus not man enough fer ya?"
"Shut up, right now Race. I don't want ta hear your shit. It's not any of yer business but Spot and I aren't togedder anymore. Leave us the fuck alone." She angrily walked into the washroom, slamming the door loudly behind her.
A few threw questioning glances in Michael's direction. He got up off Hellfire's bunk and walked out of the bunkroom.
He kicked himself as he walked to the distribution office. 'Why would I stay in her bed? Why couldn't I have the common sense to leave? Why couldn't I just not have gotten up when I heard her crying? Do I have to be falling in love with her? Why damnit?' he screamed at himself in misery. He couldn't believe he had been so thoughtless. He had hurt Hellfire and everybody would be talking about it now.
Hellfire walked out of the washroom and was immediately the object of everyone's stares. She walked over to her bunk in silence and then to the door. The tension was so thick in the room it felt like fog.
"I wonder if she slept wit Michael."
"Now why would she do a stupid t'ing like dat for?"
"Wonder what happened between her an Spot"
Raven, fed up with the comments and implied innuendos, stood up. "Every single one of you needs ta shut ya mouth. What Hellfire does is none of ya business and you guys leave Spot AND Michael the hell outta it!" She yelled.
Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and Raven sat down on his lap. "Jack, baby, don't let dem do dis. She's been t'rough enough."
"Alright, I'll try ta get dem ta stop for you."
"Thank you" She smiled at him and kissed him.