Sitting in the same type of chair, for the umteenth time. Riley sat with Storm beside him. The doctor walked in saying, "Your arm looks terrible, and I don't think that's just from this break."
Storm looked at the x-ray, "Holy crap..." The arm bone connected to the wrist had broke off and gone under.
"We're going to have to put on a cast, but it may hurt first."
"Why?" asked Riley.
"Well, the way that your arm broke. We'll have to pull out your arm to put the bone back in place, which could cause major pain."
"Fine," said Storm, replying for Riley.
"Why are you answering for me?" he asked.
"Because, I'm making sure you're getting a cast."
"Fine, whatever..."
The two migrated to the 'casting room'. There were two people, and the doctor told them what to do.
One helper got the cast supplies ready, while the other grabbed the end of his hand. "Okay, I'm gonna pull in one, two-" she started pulling.
"Ah!" Riley grunted from pain as the helper with the cast started wrapping his arm. "You didn't get to three!"
"I know... It hurts more when you're expecting it."
"Whatever..."
XX
Riley and Storm walked out, a brand new cast, and the same old injury. "Can't wait till the bill shows up..." Riley said depressed as Storm held onto his good hand.
"Don't you worry to much, it's not gonna change how I feel about you."
"You feel something for me? Never would have guess."
Storm blushed slightly, "Of course I feel something for you." She thought for a moment, "Do you feel something for me?"
Riley blushed. "I..." He thought for a moment, "No..." Storm's face instantly dropped. Biting her lip.
"Alright, I get it-"
"Because... I don't just feel something for you." He lift her head up with a finger, "I have something for you." He quickly, but hesitantly kiss her cheek. His chest tight and fast heartbeat. His face painted red.
Her face slowly got brighter, both with a grin, and a crimson color.
XXXX
Dylan sat along the beach line later that day, when dawn turns to dusk. He slowly read a novel that peeked his interest. "The day it turned for worst, and better..." he read a line that happened to be the title.
He heard foot steps, and slowly looked to where they were coming from. It seemed to be a young teenage girl walking across the beach front. "Hey... What are you doing out here this late?" he called out when she was within earshot.
She looked at him, stopped, and silent.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"E-Ella..."
"Ella, huh? I think I remember catching a glimpse of you at the Spring-loaded cafe... What are you doing walking on the beach this late?"
"I was walking home... I always walk home this way..." She noticed a book in his hand, "What are you reading?"
He glanced down at his book, "Oh, just some, romance novel I picked up... It's nothing special."
"Do... Do you mind reading it to me?" she blushed lightly, but still visible in the darkness of the night.
"If you wanna borrow the book-"
"No, I don't want to borrow it. I was hoping, if you don't mind, if I could sit next to you to read it... And I didn't want you to be reading faster than me so I figured, that you would read it aloud to me..."
Dylan thought, and took a deep breath. "Yeah, sure. Just, uh, sit right here..."
She sat down right beside him, leaning into him for warmth. This action made him blush.
XXXX
"Okay, so you got the melody down, Mate?" said Casey to his new band member.
"Yeah, I guess," replied Dylan.
"Now remember, this isn't like the songs on your phone, it's more of a rock style so you have to sing it like a rock singer."
Blueice interrupted, "Can we just start playing? I gotta get home soon..." he was a little impatient.
"Alright, so you ready?"
Dylan shrugged, "Let's go for it."
Casey started playing his guitar, with Blueice backing him up on bass.
XXXX
"Whoa, Riley..." said John as Riley and Storm walked into the Honey Willow, "What happened to your arm?"
"Our, little race we had. Turns out my wrist was broken, I just don't use it a lot so I didn't know until I was dragged to the hospital."
John looked over to the girl holding his hand, "You must be the dragger."
"Storm Wolf," she said.
"John Trails, and looks like I'll be your server," he looked at Riley, "again."
The two took a seat, we given menus, and left alone to read. Riley had already known what he wanted, so he was looking at his cast. He started flicking it out of boredom, though the sound of the flick dulled out by the others in the restaurant.
John came back, "So, figured out what you wanted?"
"Water," said Storm.
"Ditto," comment Riley.
"Alright, I'll give you a few minutes to decide on food. Call me when you're ready."
"Wait," started Storm.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a marker?"
"Um..." John patted all his pockets, one being in his front right, surprisingly enough, "Yup, here." Giving away his marker, he left to another table.
Storm grabbed Riley's arm as he said, "What are you doing?"
She opened the marker and started writing, "I'm signing your cast."
"I don't want anyone signing my cast, it's my cast."
"Good thing I'm not anyone then," she said, looking up with a smirk.
When his arm was returned, there was writing. 'Get better soon -Storm' with a heart right next to it.
"Signing a cast with 'Get better soon', your name, and a heart? So cliche."
"You have a better idea?"
"Here, give me your arm."
"But, I don't have a cast."
"Then I'll write on your arm."
Storm held out her arm. Riley grabbed the marker, drawing on her skin. Only a minute had past before he finished.
The drawing looked like the very old cliche;
Riley
Storm
Inside a heart, but he had changed it by making the heart completely black, and the letters having a hole in the heart, showing skin.
"And you're calling me cliche," she commented.
"At least it's different then going straight from the book."
"What do you know about romance?"
"Personally, close to nothing," an instant flashback to the one time he could have had a girlfriend, only two years before then, "But, I, kinda..." he scratched the back of his neck, "read, a lot of romance books when I was younger..."
"So that's where you're getting your romance ideas from?"
He put on a bad chuckle, "Yeah, kinda."