Disclaimer: I don't own Grease 2(besides me DVD, sitting cozily in its case) nor MI
Cool Rider-Michelle Pfeiffer
A/N: I laughed so hard when this song came up (Yes, I do, in fact, have Grease songs on my iPod and proud of that matter) so enjoy. Btw, it another Izzy song.
"It's just not going to work." Isabelle said, patting Lucas's shoulder. He was a sweet little werewolf Maia had introduced to her but he was too sweet for Isabelle's tastes. Lucas's face was shocked and hurt and Isabelle felt a tinge of guilt. "You're just not the right guy for me." She said giving him an "I'm sorry for breaking you heart" kind of smile.
"Well…what do you want?" He asked slowly. Isabelle bit her lip, wanting really just to leave but this guy was making her feel worse by the second and she felt she owed it to him, it some weird twisted kind of way.
"To tell you the truth…I want someone like…." She glanced onto the street, her eye catching a boy, actually a warlock to be specific, climbing off the back of a motorcycle. He wore a leather jacket, black and silver wings coming out of the back. He had jet black hair that was gelled and he was staring at something on a piece of paper.
"Someone like him." She said, pointing across the street. Lucas's face dropped and he sighed heavily. "Oh. You want a bad boy." He said lowly. "Yeah. A bad boy." Isabelle said, watching the boy. He put the paper in his pocket and walked into a store.
"And what if you can't find a bad boy? What if Mr. Leather isn't available?" Lucas asked, trying to puff out his chest a little bit more. Isabelle narrowed her eyes. What guy out there wasn't available to her? If there was one she hadn't met him yet.
But she answered honestly, a colder tone to her voice. "Then I'll wait forever. Because no ordinary boy is going to do." She said, crossing her arms. Her wrist felt odd, her usual golden whip was wrapped around it. She normally snapped at things when she was bored but she had left it at home, only carrying a Seraph blade and a few other small daggers just in case.
"I guess I'm an ordinary boy?" Lucas said. Of course he wasn't. The kid grew fangs and fur once a month. But in Isabelle's standards, yes, yes in fact he was ordinary. Ordinary brown hair, ordinary brown eyes, ordinary clothes, nothing popped about Lucas. Only his smile which was sweet and simple.
And Isabelle wasn't looking for the boy next door. She wanted a guy with hell in his eyes.
"So that's it?" Lucas asked, going to open the door to the old police station/Chinese restaurant. "Sorry."Isabelle said, examining her nails. Lucas was silent for a moment before going inside, slamming the door shut.
Isabelle sighed, heavily before placing a brilliant smile on her face and going across the street towards the store the warlock had gone in. She was going after her Mr. Leather.
A/N: Lol so that was fun to write! Sorry it's so short….kind of hard to write a fanfic on a short song that's from the eighties!! Ha-ha I did, however, try to quote it a few times. It would have been oh-so-cheesy to say Cool Rider in there so I made up for it. R&R please!!
