Here's a little more drabbles I got written.

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"Tell me something about you," he said, looking down at her. He was so much taller than her short stature.

"Like what?" She clung to her books, a sort of protection against his charms.

"I don't know. Anything. I just want to know."

"Alright, let's see," she said, biting her lip in thought. "I can't park."

"Can't park?" His brows disappeared into his chestnut bangs, a smile tugging at his lips.

"You know cars. I can't park. I always end up cattycorner between the two lines." She blushed, glancing down at her sandals.

"You park cattycorner?" At her nod he laughed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "On the bright side, I think that takes a little more talent then parking straight. You stay in the lines."

"Its not talent when I'm trying to park straight," she mumbled. "Your turn. Tell me something."

"I love hammocks."

"Hammocks?"

"Love 'em. Almost sleep better in one then I do in a bed. Though I don't. Shang Xiang and Quan would have a time on that."

"That… You are odd."

"I try."

The two walked in silence, and she floundered for something to say. Bolstering up the courage, she glanced back up at him with her round brown eyes. "Tell me about your family."

"Not much to tell. You know Shang Xiang. A ball of trouble, she is. Quan's my exact opposite. He likes books, is quiet, and is often off with his own little group of friends. Serious too. Pops used to be in the navy, but retired and is now messing with the stock market. Mom died a few years back, but she was a real saint. Put up with all of us. Surprisingly she lay in her casket with a head full of lush brown locks. My aunts had been betting she'd be gray haired before she hit forty."

She giggled. "Sounds like you have fun."

"Yeah. Then there's Gai. He might as well have been our uncle. Best dang babysitter ever." He laughed. "I hadn't really ever thought much of him before I turned seven. He was just a big old man who thought he knew it all. I lived to annoy him. But he was taking me and Quan out hunting one time. We didn't see any animals, let alone get to shoot anything. Though I, more then once, shot at air. Told Gai I thought I saw something. He took my gun away."

"He sounds strict."

"He has his lines," he said with a shrug. "But we were piling back into the truck- Gai refusing to drive in anything that doesn't give him room to move- and we were going home. Me and Quan were depressed of course. So, being the little brat I was, I started to annoy Gai with the whole twenty question game. On the road we saw a deer. Gai, ignoring me, grabbed his gun, opened the door, and let out a shot."

"Did he hit it?"

"Probably not, but the animal was startled. He let out another one, which killed it, and tied it onto the truck. Gai wasn't one to go home empty handed either. I shut up after that. Being seven, I thought he had killed it on the first go. You don't mess with men who can do that. Me and Quan from then on thought Gai walked on water, until we hit puberty of course. Then nobody could touch us. Gai and Pops set us right on that one too."

"Your life sounds full of excitement," she mumbled, eyes wide.

"Just got a big, character filled family is all." He shrugged. "What about you? What's your family like?"

"Xiao, of course. Then my father and my mother. Nothing really special about us. My father is often not home, but he brings in enough money for my mother to be a stay at home mom. My sister and I grew up going to a private school, and spent most time outside of school at one sport or another. Dance, choir, gymnastics, softball, ice skating; if not one thing another. My parents allowed us no time to get into trouble." She shrugged with a wistful smile.

"Sounds like you and Xiao are pretty talented. Never would have guessed."

She scowled at him. He laughed, and she could do nothing but smile in return. When he sobered up, slightly chuckling still, he shook his head and led her into an ice cream shop. A large hand on the base of her back, he opened the door and let her in first. "I thought you were going to tutor me in math," she said, though she did not struggle and got into the line.

"We will. But I'd do better with ice cream."

"Another quirk?"

"Not really. I just want to stay with you as long as possible." She blushed horribly to that, not knowing how to respond. Instead she smiled and let him hold her hand.

Preview to a (Maybe) Upcoming story

It was a Wednesday, and I had just come home from school. I was slipping out of my school uniform and into my softball clothes. We were just practicing that Wednesday, so my clothes were loose and comfortable. My days had always been full, between school and extra activities. Scholarly clubs, dance on Mondays and Fridays, Tuesdays and Saturdays were gymnastics, Wednesdays and Thursdays had softball planned. Sundays were my music lessons, the violin at that point and time.

My sister had a similar schedule. She played softball with me, but spend little time on dance. She had choir and music lessons on Monday and Tuesday. She didn't enjoy dance as much as I did. She knocked on my door as I pulled on my shorts, walking in with a bounce in her step. She was always cheerful. I nodded as she chatted about her day, hands waving happily. Unlike myself, she had homework that night and was rather peeved. In union we walked down the stairs. We were closer than most siblings. She was and is my best friend.

We walked to the kitchen, checking out water. She grabbed an apple, complained about her history teacher. The doorbell stopped her rant. I walked to the door, our mother up stairs could be heard moving. I opened our large door, staring though our security door at the two men opposite of it. The man in the back caught my attention first. His hair was a dark black, long and smoothed. His expression was stern, hands clasped behind his back. He wore a dark blue, tailored suit. I imagined he was well built, what with his broad shoulders and all. His skin was tanned, giving him a bronze complexion exotic to our part of town. His eyes he covered with sunglasses, masking his identity.

The man in front, though, was the one who had me frowning. Hew was clean, with a same designed suit as the other man. He had mustache and goatee, which was dark compared to his paler skin. His brown eyes shone with a sort of intelligence foreign to me at the time, and his devilish smile made me feel sick. His hair was much shorter then the others, just as black though, and was smoothed back. A few strands falling over his forehead and past his eyes. He looked like a businessman, rich and cunning.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"I hope so," he said, voice demanding. He was a leader. "My name is Cao Cao. I was hoping to catch a word with Qiao Xuan." I had heard of him before. My father spoke of him sometimes when he was home. My father respected this Cao Cao, and I felt slightly ashamed for thinking badly of him.

"He is not here. My apologies, sir," my mother said behind us.

"Oh, I missed him?" the man said, though his devilish smile never lessened.

"Yes sir. He shall be home at nine tonight, should work not hold him longer," my mother continued, face smoothed of any expression.

"I had hoped to surprise my old friend. No matter. I shall give him a call. Sorry to bother you ladies." He gave a sweeping bow, the man behind him following his example. He then turned and left. I was quick to shut and lock the door. That was the end of it. My mother looked at us pointedly, glancing at the clock, and we ushered ourselves out. We got our water, our bags, and situated ourselves into my mustang. Father would have his reunion and that was it. At the time, I would have betted money on that.

Okay, for that story I have upcoming, I was thinking of it being in modern times, but have a supernatural influence. I just am happier writing more fantasy flavored stories. But Wyrms still holds an appeal over me. I'd rather not start two (because then I'm less likely to finish them both). Unless you all promise to bother me about both of them to get them up (if people want both). If not, I'm going to pick one and run with it. Save the other one for, maybe, afterwards.