POV: Sophie
Footsteps--Down the hall--walking toward my room.
No one's up yet. Did someone break in--no--they couldn't have. there's too much security.
The footsteps sound closer--louder.
A knock hits my door. I have to answer it--but how? With what weapons? Inflicting?
Slowly--silently--I walk over to the door, readying my inflicting.
I pull it open--fast--and--without looking--inflict. The figure falls to the ground. It mumbles something-- something like 'Foster'.
I neal, trying to see who it is. He's wearing a bright blue fuzzy onesie--why? Who breaks in wearing that? Wait--blond hair.
I inflicted on Keefe. Crap.
My arms wrap around his upper back and knees. I couldn't lift him, but it didn't hurt to try.
What else could I do? Telekinesis. Of course.
I lift him with my mind, onto my bed, dropping him.
Running over, his breaths come in and out. But not by much. I wouldn't have known if I didn't lay my ear to his chest.
I need to know he's conscious. Actually conscious. And not close to death.
I'd--usually--never read his mind without permission, but this is an exception. Of course, it is. So I pushed in.
A red and black swirl of patterns covers his mind, creating something looking like a bloody warscene.
It brightens. Like dawn coming over what was dusk only hours ago.
"Foster?"
His eyes flicker open.
Without thinking, my arms fling around him, taking in his scent. Mint. Odd.
He pauses before wrapping his arms around me and sinking into the hug. "Foster, what happened?"
I go red. "Umm, I may have thought you were... not you... and... inflicted... on you."
He laughs. "Foster! C'mon! You didn't check?"
Redder. "I guess I should've."
"You think?"
"Why did you come here, anyway? You aren't supposed to."
He chuckles. "Aw, so we're a bunch of rule-followers now. Of course." His voice is dripping with sarcasm.
"I guess not. Why did you come?"
"Oh, I just wanted to have a window sleepover, but didn't feel like sleeping on the floor, so I just came over, and figured I could sleep on the couch in here. Can I?"
A pause. "I... I guess. Wanna do something?"
"Like what?"
In the darkness, he shrugs. "I don't know. Chat?"
"What about?"
"I don't know. Whatever." Silence. "Not everything going on right now."
I get an idea. "D'you wanna just go outside... and sit for a while?"
A smile spreads across his lips. "Can we? Isn't it against the rules?"
A laugh escapes my lips. "You care about rules now? It's against the rules for you to be out of your room, let alone in my room. Come on, you already threw any and all rules out the window. Let's just go out to the bridge."
His eyes roll. "I guess I did. To the bridge we go!" Without looking back, he marches to the door, opening it in a slow silence, knowing if anyone heard us, we'd be dead.
I walk through the door he holds, and, instead of talking, I transmit thank you.
He jumps, and I just roll my eyes, walking down the hallway, not seeing, but knowing he's following me.
Taking my first step into the moonlight as his arms slide around my waist from behind. His chin rests on top of my head, and we just stand like this for a moment, taking in the moonlight... and each other, while taking a moment away from our busy lives.
He pulls back, reaching for my hand and pulling me out to the center, where the moonlight creates something like a stage.
His eyes flicker to mine. "Wanna dance, Foster?"
"I can't dance. You know that."
He laughs. "Eh, we'll figure it out."
"Fine."
His hand rests on top of my hip, and the other holds one of my hands, while my other rests on his shoulder. The classic dance scene straight out of every romance movie ever.
There's no music, but we're dancing. I don't know how it looks to anyone else, but who cares? The world's disappeared around us, leaving just the two of us.
This isn't edited as much as I usually edit, but it's fine. I procrastinated writing this, so it's fine. I think I'll close this book soon and start something new, but that could take a little while. And, if I do close it, I might open this one up again at some point. So don't lose all hope.
Also, have any of you seen the show Julie and the Phantoms? No reason. Just wondering.
Do any of you guys like Soulmate AU's, or would like to see more of them? Again. Just wondering.
Would you like to see an OC as the protagonist in a fanfic? Would you read it, or just skip it altogether?
And do you prefer Percabeth or Solangelo?
