Chapter 5: Where you headed?

Song: "You Can Call Me Al" by Paul Simon

woot. Blackfpheonix: it's pronounced sa-sh-a. And it possibly is just an excuse, or he really may have nothing better do to. Or he could be trying to convince himself that he has nothing better to do so that he's able to shirk his responsibilities. Who knows? …Oh yeah… I do-P
rubs her hands together alrighty, here goes…

Daylight seeped into the alleyway quietly waking the inhabitants. As the first few stirred, more and more began to wake as well. By the time the sunlight had taken over the city, most everyone had gathered up their things and vacated. Sacha watched his one-time roommates leaving. He smiled as the woman in his arms stirred slightly when someone dropped a soda can. Gypsy had fallen asleep on him, her head resting at his collarbone her left hand on his chest with Sacha's arm wrapped around her. Sacha could get used to this.

Gypsy felt herself falling out of a dream. She frowned; it was such a nice dream. Her eyes flittered open slowly. She was staring at… a neck. It took her a moment to remember where she was. The alleyway, the fire, and…

"Sacha?"

"Yeah?" the body under her replied. Gypsy's eyes shot open and she sat up. Feeling very embarrassed now, she fixed her hair and adjusted her shirt before she turned to look at her new companion. Sacha smiled.
"Good morning." He said. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah… sorry…about the whole, falling asleep on you,"

"Oh that's ok. You seemed really tired, figured I'd just let you sleep." Gypsy inspected his smile, it was comforting, and seemed… pure. She smiled back.

"I appreciate that, then." She looked around, seeing that the alleyway was now deserted and it was just the two of them. Gypsy stood up, grabbing her backpack and dusting herself off.

"Well I guess I'd better go."

"Where ya headed? You have someplace to go?" Sacha asked, getting up and grabbing his own messenger bag. Gypsy stopped and thought a moment.

"Well, no actually." She laughed slightly, which made Sacha crack a smile. She watched him remove the gray hood, now in the light she could see his entire face. He was really quite handsome. That jet black hair fell in his eyes, creating a jagged look to him. He shook his head really fast; his hair went flying in every direction, and then fell back into place. Gypsy smiled and removed her own hood, running her fingers through her light brown hair.

"Well, if you don't have anyplace to go, why are you in such a hurry?" Gypsy found she was too caught up in examining him, she didn't hear his question. He stood about six foot, she figured and he had a strong build.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?" She felt flushed and looked down at her shoes.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" he asked, looking down at her, trying to find her eyes; he liked those eyes.

"I don't know." She looked up a bit, still avoiding his eyes as discretely as she could. "I really don't know." Now she was getting worried. She really had nowhere to go. What was she going to do? She had no life now. She threw herself up against the wall, the realization of her existence hitting her hard.

"I have no life. No place to go, no way of getting anywhere." She looked up at him now, as if wanting him to answer all her questions.

"What am I supposed to do now? Where am I supposed to go?" She felt tears forming behind her eyes. No, she couldn't let herself cry in front of him. She felt hands holding her shoulders now.

"Look, I've got no place to go either. Whaddya say we do this together? You and me; we'll take it one step at a time."

"I dunno…"

"What have you to loose? I'll do my best to take care of you, and you could keep me company. We'll be lost together… at least we won't be alone."

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal

Gypsy thought a moment. She really had nothing to loose. Even if this guy was an axe murderer, then he'd kill her, and she wouldn't have to worry about anything. She nodded.

"Alright. I'm in." She smiled at the way those three words made Sacha grin.

You can be my Betty

And, Betty when you call me

You can call me Al!

"Ok, so first things first. How's breakfast sound?" Sacha smiled, and took her hand in his then led her out of the alley and down the street.

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

There ya'll go. 5th chapter done and over with.  hope you folks like it.

is very happy her writer's block is gone