Don't call me doll

Chapter 9

"ARE YOU INSANE?"

Her voice seemed quiet with the background noise of the departing train. Riff shrugged, as he stood leaning off of the shaking wooden train car. "PROBABLY!"

A soft laugh escaped her lips while she ran alongside the train. His hand clutching hers tightly.

"AH!" Dalia screamed, as he pulled her up to his side as though she weighed nothing. She was then thrown into the train car, and watched as he swung inside with a proud grin.

"Why did I agree to try this again?" Dalia said sharply, standing and trying to wipe the sand off of her clothes. Riff smirked, collapsing onto the ground and leaning against some filled bags.

"No clue."

She rolled her eyes, walking towards the large opening in the train car. Dalia watched as the city faded slowly. Until it was just a cluster of dots far away. She carefully sat down, allowing her feet to dangle free over the edge.

His eyes seemed to be glued on her, as she moved weirdly gracefully. Anyone else would've thought her to be a dancer. Riff felt himself lightly chuckle at the thought, despite having become infatuated with her. He would never claim her to be a good dancer.

But something else was on his mind.

Something he couldn't ignore.

Why was he like this?

And no one seemed to have the answer to that question. At least the one other person he had been willing to bring this up with.

Tony.

He and Tony had spent about 20 minutes sitting at Doc's that morning trying to think of the answer. But they failed miserably, the pair had even turned to Valentina. Who proceeded to hand Tony a broom and break up their little thinking session.

"Riff?"

Her voice snapped him back to reality, he grinned noticing her usage of his actual name. "Yeah doll?"

"You were staring at me."

"Oh...sorry." He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's alright." Dalia smiled softly, a small part of herself knew she liked it. His gaze never felt alarming or discomforting. It was the opposite.

"So, where is this taking us anyway?" She wondered, quickly changing the topic. "It's a surprise doll."

"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?"

"Not planning on it." He smirked, standing up and walking over to where she sat. "Sí?" Dalia asked, looking up at him. Riff quickly sat down next to her then threw his arm over her. And gently pulled her closer.

She made a slight sound of surprise, and stiffened sitting straight up. "Riff..."

"What?" He responded eagerly, as a small giggle escaped from her. "Not happening." She sighed, walking inside of the train he quickly stood as well. "And why's that?" Riff asked, getting slightly annoyed at the roller coaster of her treatment of him.

"Is it not obvious?"

"No."

"Riff, you're a jet. I'm meant to be a shark. Whether I want to be or not, this doesn't work. Unless one of us wants to end up dead."

At the sound of that, one of his eyebrows quirked up. "You don't want to be a shark?" He wondered, she scoffed. "Of course that's the only thing you take from that." Dalia muttered, crossing her arms across her chest and avoiding eye contact.

"That doesn't answer the question." Riff said sharply, taking a step towards her. "I never claimed it did." Dalia replied equally as threatening. "Then answer the damn question."

"Fine." Dalia muttered after a minute of the pair glaring at each other. Riff smirked proudly. "Well?"

"No."

One word, all it took was one word. And his heart felt as though it was exploding. His stomach twisted, and his mind started racing at a million miles a minute. But before he could respond the train slammed to a stop.

The pair went flying backwards, slamming into the back wall of the train car. Dalia groaned, as she shakily stood from the ground. Riff jumped up as though nothing had happened and offered a hand to her.

She reluctantly took it, steadying herself with his assistance. "How are you so casual about flying backwards?" Dalia chuckled, he shrugged. "You'll figure it out after a couple of times."

"Uh uh. I'm not doing that ever again."

"We'll see doll." Riff laughed, jumping off the train onto the wooden platform. She carefully climbed down. "So?"

"So what?"

"Where are we?"

"You'll see." He smirked, Dalia groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. Riff laughed, beginning to run through the large train stop.

"Where are you going?" Dalia called after him, trying to catch up. Riff turned and smiled, grabbing her hand, now pulling her alongside him.

They continued running, until finally stumbling out of the train station. And that was when her question was finally answered.

The ocean.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the humongous waves crashing against the rocks and shore. The pale tan sand shone in the sun, while the water looked as though it was sparkling.

"Well? Come on!" Riff smiled, beginning to run towards the water. Dalia stared in shock, but followed after him. The pair laughed as they ran through the sand. Stopping at the edge of the sand and water.

"Wow..." She muttered, smiling at the feeling of the salty water flowing against her feet. Her eyes glanced down, as the sand glued itself to her. Riff smiled, watching as Dalia just stared at the waves crashing against her legs.

"It's beautiful." She smiled, looking up at the sparkling water. "Yeah...it is." He whispered, his eyes glued on her though. Dalia took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the salty water. 

A/N: AAAAAH!!! We're almost 10 parts in! That's crazy, and guess who's book got over 350 views?! THIS ONE! Thats honestly crazy, I know I say this alot, but thank's to everyone who reads, comments, follows, votes, etc.

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