#15) Shove him at it (door's open)

IGGY

I was mere seconds from heaven when I felt hands grip my hips. By force of habit, I grab the wrists of my attacker and braced my knees. A laugh that sounded like wind chimes on a summer day giggled to my ears.

It's just Bell. Chillax, man. I rolled my eyes at the thought of talking to myself. I let go of her wrists and let down my guard.

"Oh, jeez! It's just you. I thought... Nevermind. What were you doing?" There was silence for a few seconds and then I felt the hands find their way to my hips again.

"Well, Iggy," her left hand remained on my right hip, while the other roamed its way on my side. "You see, you've really just... caught my eye." Her tone changed to something that sounded... dare I say, seductive.

I felt her pointer and middle finger walk their way up to my collar bone. I took a big gulp in and cleared my throat.

"Well, uh, Bell," I grabbed her wrists again, but gentler this time, "You know Ella and I... we... well..." She yanked her hands away from me and I knew she was blushing.

"Oh, I know Iggy. I'm sorry. You have lovely hip bones, though." I felt her place her gentle hands on me again. That was where I got off the Biggy train. See what I did there? Uh... so not the point.

"Well, thanks so much, Bell. It means so much to me to be able to get away from all of this drama. But, uh.. you can let go of my hips now."

"Oh, of course. Sorry, Ig. Have fun in Narnabithia!" I smiled at the girl and regripped the handle of the door. Opening it, I inhaled, practically smelling the beauty and peace I had imagined.

I grinned, a mental image of sniffing the tulips I bet there would be, and the cute babbling brook that would run through the fresh, green grass.

Narnabithia, you wonderful place with such a strange name, here I come!

And that was when I was pushed down a flight of stairs, into a room that smelled like basement...

WHEN WILL HE LEAAAARN? Oh, right... I should know that, 'cause I'm the author... well... maybe by chapter 50. *wink*

Zach: Oh ha-ha. Clever.
Abby: Geez, who stole yourtwinkie, Mr. Grumpy face?
Zach: *sticks tongue out*
Abby: Anyway, like how I made Bell try to seduce him as an excuse? But fear not, I'm an Eggy fan at heart. Sooo please review! I'm sorry for the long wait and I know I always say it won't happen again and it usually does... but this time I'm going to try and write more, promise! (If said promise is broken, feel free to chase after me with flaming gym socks, q-tips or grandmothers) ***
Zach: ...no comment...
Abby: I hope you liked this chapter! More soon, promise!

Love and Dorian Gray,
Abby

***all consequences are strictly virtual, and should any harm actually be done to the author... just remember that there would be no more story after I am viciously murdered by burning grandmothers...