"Don't bring a gun, tonight," she yelled after him.
"Yes mom," he yelled already halfway down the street.
~5:40p.m Westport Train Station~
Frida sat down on one of the benched outside on the station platform, and began to sketch on her sketch pad of people who were waiting for the train. She drew a picture of two kids playing 'Miss Mary Mac,' and a couple siting tightly together trying to keep warm. She figured the kids belonged to the couple.
She finished the drawing, and closed her sketchpad. She put it back into her backpack.
Suddenly she felt a huge shadow cast over her. She looked up, and saw a gang of guys, and their leader was Strike. He sat down next to Frida.
All the guys looked at Frida.
She became unconforable by there stares.
"Shes not a piece of meat, so stop staring at her, as if your dogs," he yelled.
Luckily they backed off,and left.
"Uhh, thank you," she said finding the ground suddenly interesting.
He nodded his head.
By not alot of people were crowding into the trainstation. Heat arrived with them. He walked over to the two dancers. "Hey," he greeted.
"Heat your late," Frida said.
Strike didn't say nothing, he just looked down the track, and waiting for the train to be coming down the track.
"Sorry, Mom," he said sarcastically. He stood behind the bench.
Around 6:10 the train came, and the the crowds began to accend into the train.
Strike, being rude pushed through the crowd, and onto the train. Alot of people let him pass by them because people were afraid of him.
Frida, and Heat managed to get in a few minutes later. As they walked down the many boxcars they couldn't find any seats. They came to the car where Strike was sitting down. He was sitting nex to a guy who had fallen asleep. Luckily, the guy was against the window, and his drool was falling to the floor.
Strike looked up at the two of them. "No seats," he questioned with a smirk on his face.
"No,"Frida said, and grabbed the top bar to keep balance as the train took a fast turn.
Strike patted his leg,"Sit on my lap Frida," he said.
She didn't argue with him. She took a seat in his lap. She didn't like to stand because whenever the train took a quick turn people standing always flew forward, and fall into the isles.
On the other hand Heat gave him a dirty look. Strike smirked.
During the ride Frida became tired, and fell asleep against Strike.
"You better not try anything to her, or you'll find your ass in jail again," in a loud whisper Heat growled.
Strike smirked, and wrapped his arms around Frida.
Heat gritted his teeth, and looked out the window at the speeding scenery flying by. Heat didn't want to fight on the train because: 1: there were to many civilians, 2: he wasn't sure if he had a gun, 3: they would get thrown out of the train. So he chose to ignore him.
~1 hour later~
One hour later they arrived at Grand Central station.
Strike nudged Frida.
"I lost, so leave me alone," she yelled in her sleep. She snapped awake a few seconds later. She looked at Strike.
"We're here," he said.
"Oh," she said looking at her situation. Embaressed, she stood up quickly, and left the train. Heat followed after, then Strike.
"Where are we going Frida," Strike questioned.
"38th street, to a club called Craz Zone," she informed. She looked around, "Its right there," she said pointing to a huge building.
"I've been here before," Heat said thinking back. Frida looked at him. "When I won my first race."
She could tell the memory hurt him, so she didn't urge him to continue. "I love the city," she decided to change the subject. "Its always so lighten up, and packed full of people."
"You eat dinner today," Strike questioned.
She nodded her head no.
"Lets eat, since we still got alot of time on hand," he said beginning to walk off.
"Come on Heat," she said grabbing his hand, pulling him down the street.
A/N: There in the city, next chapter The Show!!!!!!!! Stay Tuned!!!!! I know, I know cheesy =D
"Yes mom," he yelled already halfway down the street.
~5:40p.m Westport Train Station~
Frida sat down on one of the benched outside on the station platform, and began to sketch on her sketch pad of people who were waiting for the train. She drew a picture of two kids playing 'Miss Mary Mac,' and a couple siting tightly together trying to keep warm. She figured the kids belonged to the couple.
She finished the drawing, and closed her sketchpad. She put it back into her backpack.
Suddenly she felt a huge shadow cast over her. She looked up, and saw a gang of guys, and their leader was Strike. He sat down next to Frida.
All the guys looked at Frida.
She became unconforable by there stares.
"Shes not a piece of meat, so stop staring at her, as if your dogs," he yelled.
Luckily they backed off,and left.
"Uhh, thank you," she said finding the ground suddenly interesting.
He nodded his head.
By not alot of people were crowding into the trainstation. Heat arrived with them. He walked over to the two dancers. "Hey," he greeted.
"Heat your late," Frida said.
Strike didn't say nothing, he just looked down the track, and waiting for the train to be coming down the track.
"Sorry, Mom," he said sarcastically. He stood behind the bench.
Around 6:10 the train came, and the the crowds began to accend into the train.
Strike, being rude pushed through the crowd, and onto the train. Alot of people let him pass by them because people were afraid of him.
Frida, and Heat managed to get in a few minutes later. As they walked down the many boxcars they couldn't find any seats. They came to the car where Strike was sitting down. He was sitting nex to a guy who had fallen asleep. Luckily, the guy was against the window, and his drool was falling to the floor.
Strike looked up at the two of them. "No seats," he questioned with a smirk on his face.
"No,"Frida said, and grabbed the top bar to keep balance as the train took a fast turn.
Strike patted his leg,"Sit on my lap Frida," he said.
She didn't argue with him. She took a seat in his lap. She didn't like to stand because whenever the train took a quick turn people standing always flew forward, and fall into the isles.
On the other hand Heat gave him a dirty look. Strike smirked.
During the ride Frida became tired, and fell asleep against Strike.
"You better not try anything to her, or you'll find your ass in jail again," in a loud whisper Heat growled.
Strike smirked, and wrapped his arms around Frida.
Heat gritted his teeth, and looked out the window at the speeding scenery flying by. Heat didn't want to fight on the train because: 1: there were to many civilians, 2: he wasn't sure if he had a gun, 3: they would get thrown out of the train. So he chose to ignore him.
~1 hour later~
One hour later they arrived at Grand Central station.
Strike nudged Frida.
"I lost, so leave me alone," she yelled in her sleep. She snapped awake a few seconds later. She looked at Strike.
"We're here," he said.
"Oh," she said looking at her situation. Embaressed, she stood up quickly, and left the train. Heat followed after, then Strike.
"Where are we going Frida," Strike questioned.
"38th street, to a club called Craz Zone," she informed. She looked around, "Its right there," she said pointing to a huge building.
"I've been here before," Heat said thinking back. Frida looked at him. "When I won my first race."
She could tell the memory hurt him, so she didn't urge him to continue. "I love the city," she decided to change the subject. "Its always so lighten up, and packed full of people."
"You eat dinner today," Strike questioned.
She nodded her head no.
"Lets eat, since we still got alot of time on hand," he said beginning to walk off.
"Come on Heat," she said grabbing his hand, pulling him down the street.
A/N: There in the city, next chapter The Show!!!!!!!! Stay Tuned!!!!! I know, I know cheesy =D