Woohoo! I'm on a roll! Skip the bold if you don't like my boring intros. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO ADD! I have had MAJOR writers cramp. By request, size as been made bigger.

Wanda looked ahead. They had been riding on this road for nearly half an hour.

Does he even know where he's going? She thought but after a minuite she saw A small town, tiny compared to Bayville. There were a few moving dots (cars) but the rest of the town seemed quiet, almost asleep.

"What are we doing here?" She asked him, knowing he couldn't hear her.

As they neared he village she noticed that they seemed to be slowing down into a more paeceful pace. You mean this is the guy that was burning the house down just 30 minuites ago? The one who brought me here?

Finaly they entered the city limits and the town seemed so peaceful that the tranquility surprised her.

The Pyro stopped in front of a small apartment building.

"I thought we were going to a bar?"

"We are, let me drop my stuff off."

She watched him go in and, after a few minuites, come back out again. He got on his bike and kicked the stand back.

"You comin' luv or are you just gonna stair at my pritty little ass?"

"Pyro, you..." but she didn't have time to finish, for Pyro had already sped off. She sighed, weihed her options, and decided maby it would be a better idea to follow and see what happens. Maby she thought to herself coldly.

For yet another 10 minuites John and Wanda drove along the winding rodes of the town named Smyrna (1). Suddenly John pulled into yet another place. This one seemed to be built out of wood with a luminating sign above the door reading in bold green letters Bob's bar and pool. She stoped her bike, turned it off, and kicked the stand, getting off to walk over to St. John.

"You sure I can get in."

"Course luv."

They both walked in withoug being carded. There was a bar next to the door and pool tables dotting the floor. They took their seats on stools. The old man behind the bar table looked up at the pair (I wanted so bad to put couple but no, not yet.).

"How old is she, John" He asked.

"21."

"You know you're a realy bad liar"

"Fine she's 17."

"17? A little young for you, isn't she Johnny?"

Pyro could feel some static coming from Wanda's direction. He should have said "She's not my girlfriend" but of course, being Pyro, he didn't.

"She's not that much younger." Wanda whiped around to face him with a deathglare. This did not stop him.

"I mean, I could see if she was maby 16 or 15 and I was 25 or so. There's only a four year difference." Bad move.

Poor, stupid St. John felt his body lift and be thrown 20 or so feet. He slammed against a wall and slid down to a lying posision. He felt a large boot come down on his chest.

"Don't ever, EVER say that again, got it?"

"Always knew you liked it kinky luv." She walked off with a growl. "Aww.. Come on you know you like me."

She heard him get up and try to follow her.

"And what, might I ask, gave you that idea?"

"Back at the house, you didn't hex me, you told me to stop. You didn't think that I wouldn't. Back there I made a pervs remark, you didn't care. Come on, luv. I been hangin' around ol' Remy too much."

She considered all these things and than turned around to look at him, some sort of emotion in her eye. Was it confusion, definately not anger, maby a little bit of... love. She got realy close to him and leaned up, next to his ear.

"You wish.

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1. This is the name of my hometown.