Ahh, sorry, I've got some writers block and have no idea how to write my thoughts down on paper at the moment... I'm posting this with the idea that maybe somehow I can update again soon.
If my next update is late, I apologise, it isn't my intention to keep you hanging, Wanda's simply making this hard for me...
Maybe some R&R will help me. So please, humour me?
I found it difficult to see over the steering wheel, my body was shorter than I was used to and I had to strain my neck to see. The wheel was thick and warm beneath my hands, the sun beating down through the wind-shield left my hands slightly clammy and I had to grip the wheel tightly in order prevent the object from slipping from my control.
"Relax," Ian muttered from beside me, he rested a hand on my shoulder and stroked the muscle gently. "You're too tense,"
My cheeks warmed, as if the weather was not cruel enough my body was cursed with hot flushes every time Ian spoke. My muscles would not ease up, nor would my teeth unclench.
"I can drive, Wanda," he muttered, straightening from his reclining position.
"No," I gasped, I would not admit defeat so soon, we were nearing the shops now. I snatched a glance over at Ian, he looked golden under the sunlight, it was a pity I could not see his wondrous eyes behind those sunglasses.
If he were to drive the chances of their being caught would heighten. I learnt the hard way that humans did not hold the same need to follow speed limits as the souls did, it made them obvious. The Seekers would be on us like flies if we moved over the limit.
He sighed and turned his head to the window, I looked back at the road fighting the need to squint.
There it is...
The car slowed and we were pulling into a parking space. The road store was almost lifeless, the souls would keep to silent Sundays, something I was aware the humans did not. The odd traveller would be on the road, and so there was the road side store waiting for them to pass.
Gravel crunched beneath the tires and the car purred before falling silent, but as soon as the key turned in the ignition the people in the van burst to life. Energy and excitement buzzed, movement everywhere.
"Alright," Jared leaned forward between Ian and myself, "We'll go in the back, grab some boxes, Ian I'm trusting you to protect Wanda as she goes into the front."
Ian snorted and I looked at him questioningly, but with his face turned away and the sunglasses the only thing visible in the side mirror, I could not be sure what he was thinking.
"We have to get this done in ten minutes," Jared ran a hand through his hair, I reached out a hand and patted the wayward strands back into place. His lips twitched but he didn't say anything, "Once we have all the goods, I'll join you two and we'll nab the leech."
I cringed, why did he insist on calling us that?
"Let's go," Melanie called and threw open her door, she, Jamie and Jared were out and gone before I could get in a word.
I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Ian?"
"Yeah?" he was reaching for the door handle, but paused.
How do I say this? I shook my head and opened my door, "Nothing, it's nothing,"
"Okay," Normally he would have chuckled and asked me what was wrong but his reaction wasn't normal, he opened his door and climbed out, not glancing back at me.
I shut my door and moved around the front of the car to catch up with him, his legs were too long for me to stay at his side. Slowly, I fell a few steps back, trailing him awkwardly.
What was wrong? I stumbled a bit and picked up my pace. It was no more than an hour ago that he was playing with my fingers, smiling at me sweetly, what had changed?
I staggered into the store behind Ian an instantly felt the hair on my neck rise. "I-Ian..."
He turned and I almost ran into him, "What is it?"
"Something is not..." The air vanished from my throat and my lips moved silently, my brain was working too hard to understand what I could see behind Ian. My jaw dropped, my eyes widening, my hands shook as they flew up to grab Ian's arm, "We have to go."
"What?" He began to turn and I knew before he did so, that he would tense, that him would grab me and carry me out in two swift steps.
My teeth rattled and I clung to his side, back under the baking sun it seemed impossible that the scene was real. Ian marched over to the car and all but threw me in. He turned and began to run in the direction Mel had gone. I stared after silently, still struggling to process what we had seen.
Short. I get it. I suck. I want to cry at how difficult it was to write this piece.
School is ruining my brain! Math isn't helping! I need some creative inspiration!
Any good fanfics you can direct me to? I need to get out this rut and the only thing I can think of is asking for creative support...
*_* I believe in you, reader, make me proud!