Ok, I'd like to start out by saying SORRY that it took so long to update. I had a SEVERE case of writer's block.
Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Teen Titans...
The week went by rather dully. I was still shocked about my little meeting with the Boy Wonder. Why had he talked to me? Why did he care? And why did he ask me for my name?
I hadn't told anyone about it. I didn't think it was too big a deal. But, yet, every morning, I looked thoughtfully at the folded cape on my dresser…
I hadn't spoken to Richard all week. I just did the project myself. He probably didn't even know what a Tony Award was. What a moron…
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Friday at last.
I walked down the hallway to my locker. Maybe Robin wouldn't show up again. But more importantly, maybe Richard won't EVER have to be my useless partner again!
I spun my combination and threw open my locker door.
I was thankful Racheal hadn't seen me yet today. She would've seen RIGHT through me and known that something was up. I swear, it's as if she's psychic or something!
Same with Richard.
Of course, right on queue, Richard walked up to my locker and leaned his shoulder against the locker next to me.
"Listen- I'm sorry about that…thing…at my house…"
"Oh, now you're sorry? After I did the project myself?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh…well…I…you did the project by yourself?" he asked sheepishly- yea. SHEEPISH!
"Yea. As in, I SHOULD get all of the credit!" I fumed.
He merely stared at me for a couple of seconds. Then a slight smile spread across his face. "Well, so did I."
It took me a couple seconds to comprehend what had just happened. "You…what?"
He laughed at my confusion (this made me want to strangle him). "I did it myself, Anders." He then grabbed the script, plot outline, character list, and laminated cover page out of his backpack. He looked at it for a second, as if checking to see if I was worthy of touching it. Then he proudly gave it to me.
"…Uh…Ok…" And that's all that managed to come out of my mouth.
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The class went by pretty smoothly. After reading both, Richard's script and mine, I ended up choosing Richard's…
I know. I'm crazy.
But to tell you the truth, his was…better. It had a much better plot line than mine.
After school Racheal, Gar, Vic, Bee and I all met up at the front of the school.
"So what are we doin this weekend?" Bee asked, looking at everyone else for suggestions.
"Mall and Movie Saturday?" Gar openly suggested.
Everyone nodded.
Tomorrow a day at the mall and a movie. What could ruin my plans?
Well, what- or WHO- ELSE has always ruined my plans?
3
I walked down the sidewalk, listening to the newly fallen leaves crunch under my sneakers. I listened to the birds singing their lovely songs. Everything seemed calm.
Then guess who showed up?
Richard's motorcycle could be heard behind me, accelerating down the street.
'So much for the peaceful walk home,' I thought. I decided to just ignore the roaring Harley.
Have you ever tried to ignore a Harley? It isn't easy.
Richard drove up beside me and stopped. "Why are you walking home?"
I felt "Lady McBitch" pop out of my head. "Well, Richy mcRich Rich, not all of us have 5 limos in our garages. We also don't have huge, gas-gussling Harleys."
"Well, wanna ride my gas-gussling machine? With flames on the side, might I add," Richard said.
"It's VERY tempting," I said sarcastically. "But I have to…" I stopped, looking behind Richard.
Another motorcycle came winding around the corner. She had seen this motorcycle before…
"Oh no," I said realizing who it was.
Rancid.
He skidded to a stop and stepped off of his motorcycle. He walked over to me and crossed his arms.
"Hey babe. What's such a hot chick doing hangin around with pretty boy here?" he said, pointing to Richard.
I gave him a "you can't be friggin serious" look.
Richard gave him a "I'll beat your face in if you lay a hand on her" look (Which scared me!)
"Well, get on my motorcycle. We can go get some beer," He said rather forcefully.
I looked at Richard nervously. "Uh, thanks, but no thanks…"
"I didn't ASK you. I TOLD you." He pulled my arm and threw me on the motorcycle. I couldn't jump off because he had already sped off down the road.
Without thinking I screamed something I had never thought I would ever scream:
"RICHARD! HELP!"
Faster thank you can say "I'll Never Tell" he was already off and on Rancid's tail. But no matter how much he sped up, Rancid was always that much in front of him.
Then Richard told me to do something I will NEVER do again:
"JUMP!"
I, of course, protested. "ARE YOU CRAZY?" I screamed from the back of Rancid's motorcycle. Rancid had no interest in our conversation, for he knew that I would NEVER jump from one speeding motorcycle to another!
In that sense, I guess you could say that Rancid was smart.
Richard didn't argue much. The only thing me said was:
"TRUST ME!"
I must have been crazy, because…
…I jumped.
It felt as if angels were carrying me to safety…to Richard.
Before I knew it, I had been caught by Richard, and I landed in his lap. While he steered, from his elbows up he cradled me.
Then everything went black.
To be continued...
NE wayz...hope you liked. I now got to the partI wanted to write.
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