Uh Wow! Sorry for the really short chapter people. I have the worlds largest friggen' writers block in the history of ever! In both my stories! Needless to say I am really frustrated. SHOUT OUTS!
HD: Yea! You're back, you didn't leave me! I'm glad you like it so far . and don't worry, he will. Oh will he ever. –evil laugh-
Mink the Spork-Dragon: Oooo! An 11, I'm honored! I cannot make any promises though, otherwise, you'd know everything and I wouldn't need to write the story, now would I? Just don't get to hitched on it, like crack, though I doubt my story is dangerous.
Disclaimer: You know what? I hate poodles.
Katy had watched them leave and as soon as she was sure they were gone, she reached over to a lamp by the side of the couch where she sat and flipped it on. Gently she undid the clasp to her pouch and reached inside of it, pulling out a hand full of items. She looked through them, oodles of pictures of her and Peter; some of just her, some just of Peter, but most of the pictures were of the two of them. Katy flipped threw them until she found her favorite. It was the most recent picture she had and it was the two of them in one of those photo booths you see at the mall. She was sitting in Peters lap and smiling at the camera; Peter was kissing her gently on the cheek. She loved that picture, just the two of them in their own little world. Katy had been surprised when Peter had kissed her, but he didn't seem to care. She had loved the way his lips felt against her cheek, and unbeknownst she lifted her hand and lay it on the spot where he had kissed her. He had kissed her like a sister, like a friend.
Katy wanted to cry, but she found she couldn't, no tears found their way down her face. She looked through the other items in her purse. An acorn, a leaf, a piece of yarn, a tiny doll made out of string and a bead with a face drawn on it, a cracked marble, and a rock with a hole in the middle. Meaningless items to most people, to Katy, each thing told a story, each thing meant something to her, and each thing was a little bit of who she was.
She gently put everything back into her pouch, shut off the light and went to sleep, praying for Peter.
Katy yawned and her eyes fluttered open. There, not three inches from her face were a pair of big green eyes, just staring at her. She screamed, "Ahhhh!" StarFire jumped back in surprise, before quickly recovering with a, "Oh, wonderful greetings, New Friend! You have finally awoken to greet the morning! Come, join us in the breaking of the fast!" Katy sat up, still groggy with sleep, "What?" She moaned. "She said good morning and come have breakfast." Cyborg translated for StarFire. Katy moaned again, "Okay."
"Hey!" Beast Boy greeted her; he was wearing an apron that read 'Kiss The Cook' and a tall chef's hat. "Sleep well?" Katy nodded. "Beast Boy wouldn't let StarFire wake you up. Actually, he wouldn't let any of us wake you up." Raven stated in her usual monotone, a cup of herbal tea sitting in front of her. Beast Boy blushed, "You looked tired." He muttered in slight embarrassment. Katy returned the blush, "Thanks." He grinned and Katy giggled.
"Waffle?" Beast Boy asked her, she nodded and he handed her a plate piled high with waffles, "Syrup and butter is already on the table. Oh, and they're tofu, hope you don't mind." This was Beast Boy's way of apologizing for they way he had yelled at her yesterday; a plate of waffles. Katy smiled, "Thank you."
"Hey guys, do any of you realize there is a foot and a half of snow outside?" Everyone turned to look at Robin, who had just entered the room. "So if you want we can go out later, if there isn't any trouble, and, I dunno, play in it." These words seemed odd coming from Robin and the other titans burst into laughter. Except for StarFire, who had other plans. "Friend Katy must travel to the mall of shopping and we must accompany her!" Everyone looked at StarFire. Then at Katy, who answered their questioning glares, "I do?"
heh heh, poor, poor Katy.
QotD: "Let's just get out of here before I kill Santa and traumatize a bunch of young children."
-Raven, from someone's fanfic- I don't know whose but if it's yours tell me so I can give you credit. And feel honored; you made it into my quotes!
