100 Challenges
47 – Heart
40 – Sight
By: Lily Handle
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Author's Note: I'm double dipping on this one. I did two of the challenges, around the same time and figured, you know what I'm gonna post them together! So, here are Heart and Sight.
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47 – Heart
Hank McCoy knew the exact moment when Hope Chandler captured his heart. Like usual, they met for coffee at The Brew on Thursday after their Biology class. He was actually early for once and chose a table in the back to wait for her. She stumbled in fifteen minutes after him, carrying a stack of books, wrapped tightly in a winter jacket, even though it was only early fall. Poor Southern belle, he thought and sat straighter in his seat.
"I am so sorry I am late," She said, dropping her books onto the table. He smiled at her accent. It was subtly getting less Southern, and found he was sad to see it go. "You wouldn't believe it but Professor Reynolds actually mentioned my improvement in the class!" She threw her jacket off then twirled. He suddenly wished he could see her dance. "And it's all because of you, Hank!" She threw herself at him and hugged him tight, "I can make it into medical school now for sure!" And that was the moment he knew she'd taken his heart. And when he saw her again, waiting for him in that classy little restaurant he was surprised to find, she still had it.
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40 – Sight
"Logan, where are my glasses?" Hope asked, staring at the nightstand.
"Doc, how the heck should I know?"
"Because you know where everything is in your room," She pointed out. Tapping one foot she stared at the nightstand. She was pretty sure she had left them on the nightstand. She always put them on the nightstand. It was so she wouldn't lose them. Now, they weren't on the nightstand. What the hell had she done with them?
Logan shook his head at her while he straightened his tie, "Well, doll, starin' at the nightstand isn't going to make them appear. You leave them in your jacket pocket again?"
"No," Hope looked up from the nightstand, "I was wearing them last night when you interrupted my work."
One corner of Logan's mouth tipped up, "What can I say, there's somethin' about you lookin' all prim and proper, tempts me to mess you up."
"That's fascinating, Logan, I'm so glad to know exactly what drives you wild, but I need my glasses. I can't read my notes without my glasses," Hope strode away from the nightstand, "Maybe I put them in my purse already."
"Doc, don't you have another pair?" Logan asked, following Hope as she headed for her purse.
"Yes, but they don't go with this outfit," She rolled her eyes at him while digging through her purse. When would men learn that looking your best also included all the little details?
"They're just glasses; you won't even be wearin' 'em for most of this shin-dig."
"This shin-dig is very important; I'd like to look my best."
"You look great Doc. No one will even notice your glasses," Logan sighed.
"Ha! That's what you think. People will notice, and people will talk."
"You're being paranoid."
"Hmm, what is it you always say when someone says that to you?" Hope pretended to think, taping one finger against the side of her head, "Ah ha! Yes, I believe you say "I'm just being thorough". That's it, right?"
Logan glared, but Hope just continued to shift around the contents of her purse, "They have to be here somewhere," she muttered.
"What about your room?" Logan
"Why would they be in my room?" Hope looked at Logan puzzled.
"Because you got dressed in your room?" She could tell he was shaking his head at her as she dashed into her room. She slammed her palm into her forehead as she snatched her glasses off her nightstand. She then dashed back to Logan's room and stuck her head in the doorway, "Well, come on. I want to get to this shin-dig on time. Let's go." She didn't wait for him and started immediately for the hanger, "And stop shaking your head at me!"
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Author's Note: So, next person who gets to pick is whoever wants to pick a number! I'm opening the choices to you readers! You can pick any number between 1 and 100, except for 25, 7, 37, 26, 92, 15, 47, and 40. Review or email me with your choices!