SILLY LITTLE LIFE
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
( prompt: "Honestly, do you get stupider every day?" )
Angel liked to consider herself a passive girl. She didn't like fighting with people, and solving problems with your fist never really solved problems. However, today was different. Spot was out doing whatever it was Spot did when he wasn't hanging all over her, leaving her unattended, sitting on the rafter throne to wait for him.
Either the two newsies down below didn't see her, or ignored her existance, she didn't know. Regardless, their conversation was pissing her off increasingly.
"Yeah, I dunno. Spot's girl was a pickpocket, yeah? She's gone soft, I think. Always hanging around Conlon like a puppy," the first said.
"I know what you mean. Maybe we should start calling her Desiree," the second agreed, and they both laughed, getting up to go back inside the Lodging House.
Whether or not that was a challenge, Angel – who had bristled significantly since the conversation started – was now ready to face this challenge. She slid off the top and landed on the woodwork, too pissed to care that she had wobbled slightly.
With her hands shoved deep in her pockets, she stomped off the docks and disappeared in the throngs of people walking. Angel growled slightly when a hand caught her arm and yanked her into the alley nearby. She turned her irritated eyes to Silver, who was peering down at her in confusion.
"Where the hell d'you think you're going?" he demanded. "You're supposed to stay on the docks until Spot gets back."
Angel squared her shoulders in annoyance. "I overheard Cicada telling some kid that I'd gone soft because I used to pickpocket and now I'm not. I'm going to prove him wrong."
Silver rolled his eyes. "Honestly, do you get stupider every day?" he asked, and Angel looked away in annoyance. "Seriously, are you five years old? Who cares what Cicada says? When have you ever cared what that kid has to say?"
"It's just something I need to do, Silver," Angel said, shrugging from his grip as it tightened on her shoulders. "Oh, and don't tell Spot. I won't be long."
With a final salute, Angel dissolved back into the crowd and disappeared from Silver's line of vision.
With a cheerful hop in her step, Angel kept her hands stuffed deep in her pockets, which each held a totally of four, very thick, very stuffed wallets she'd filched rather easily. "Gone soft, my ass!" she muttered gleefully.
As she stepped foot back on the docks, she noticed Spot and Silver standing rather close together, probably talking. Spot was rubbing his knuckles in an absent sort of way, which made her curious as to why that was. Cicada stepped in her path before she could confront the boys.
"Angel, I'm real sorry about making you think you ain't important," he told her and Angel noted that his right eyes was black as pitch.
"Well, thanks," she said, baffled.
He moved on past her and Spot gave her a secret little grin, which bristled her right back up instantly. "Sean Albert Conlon, WHAT DID YOU DO!"
So I think I'm only going to follow this to about chapter twenty, give or take. Sooo, review me with something I haven't written, that you want me to write, and I'll do it. I've been tending to LOVE LIKE WINTER, and I want to get it put back up, buuuuut this story comes first until I've finished this. I hate having two stories started at once; makes me anxious. xD
Anyways, enough rambling... I just love Angel, don't you? xD
Reviews if you know what Spot did. ;)
CTB!
xx Wicked