I like lemonade. o.0
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Tori seemed to bury herself in the sheets when she finally awoke and realized what had happened. HOW was she going to build trust between them again, how?
It was funny, that little voice in the back of her head. She could only hear it before she did something, telling her if it was right or not, and then she would hear it afterwards, gloating and I-told-you-so-ing in her ear. Not once in her lifetime did she hear it during what she was doing, however quick it might be.
Tori climbed over to the edge of the bed and seemed to hide herself in the covers. She looked about frantically, trying to find wherever Erik had gone.
Then she noticed a little note on her bedside table. She reached over and opened it.
Written simply were the words:
Out haunting.
Tori sighed silently. You'd think that he would stay with her, but no, he was always out and about, maybe even more frequently than usual. Was he trying to get away from her?
She nearly laughed out loud. I've got about as much chance of harming him as an apple.
But it was seriously possible. When she was humiliated, she always wanted to escape, and she'd usually play in her little secluded spot in her backyard, or hole herself up in her room. Anything to get away from the person she disliked most at the moment, or all of humanity for that matter.
It was a natural reaction of the human brain that millions of years of evolution had programmed in.
She flicked a glance at the clock. It was 7 pm, on the nose. She'd slept for THAT long? She knew that she couldn't have been out cold for more than a day or two; a calendar that she'd brought with her told her she was right; it was a day after she had, well…
The real question was: when would Erik be back?
As if to reply, she heard the normal swishing of water. Quickly she climbed back into bed, pulled the covers up to her neck, and pretended to be asleep.
A clunk, then footsteps. Toward her room.
They stopped a few inches from her shoulders, then she felt a hand glide down her cheek. Silently she savored the touch, seeing as there was such sparse contact between them.
A few indistinguishable murmurs greeted her ears before the footsteps walked away, and she heard some music being played on the pipe organ. Tori suddenly remembered what day it was tomorrow.
Should I tell him?
She smirked as she snuggled back into the pillows.
I'll tell him the second I wake up.
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A/N: Nyah. I put a cliffhanger.
I watched Corpse Bride with my friend Caroline, and she kept laughing when I pointed out that both Barkis' chin and Mrs. Everglot's hair looked like a butt. xD
We kept repeating that famous line from Finding Nemo: "I'm gonna go touch the butt!"