Lost in Hollywood

A Fool's Wish

The doorbell rang while Hawk was in the shower.

Fucking Demetri! Hawk let out a silent curse, wiping shampoo off his face. Why did he always have to be too early?

After the training Hawk had mentioned to his friends that Mom was away all evening, and Demetri - Who still seemed to think Hawk would slip back into the Dark Side as soon as he was out of sight - had offered to come over and watch a Marvel movie. It was fine and all, Hawk didn't mind, he had missed Demetri too and his company felt like being back home - but why the fuck was he here already?

Muttering curses, Hawk rinsed his hair and grabbed a towel as he rushed out of the shower. The water was dripping down his naked body and the doorbell kept ringing, annoying the shit out of him.

"Coming!" He yelled while searching for a fresh pair of sweats. Why didn't Demetri just let himself in? It wasn't like he didn't know where they kept the spare key, under the garden gnome next to the door.

Quickly he pulled on his underwear and stepped into a pair of gray sweats, grabbed a T-shirt but didn't bother pulling it on yet as his hair was still wet and dripping water all over his neck and shoulders. He rushed down the stairs, yanked open the front door.

"Fucking Hell, Dem—"

That sentence died on his lips. It wasn't Demetri at the door. It was Sky.

Her green eyes widened at the sight of his shirtless body. For a heartbeat or so, her eyes searched his naked chest, his lean arms, his six-pack and blush painted her cheeks with the color of rose petals, it crept down her neck.

Wait— she likes to see me like this?

A smirk almost touched Hawk's lips, but he suppressed it as Sky took a stumbling step back, to get further away from him, and drew her eyes off his body.

"Can you put something on?" Her voice came out thin, her jawline turned hard.

Hawk's cheeks heated, he ran a hand through the wet strands of his hair, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit— Yeah, sorry— I thought you were Demetri."

Hawk realized he was still grabbing the T-shirt in his hands, and hastily pulled it over his head. His upper body was still wet as the water kept dripping from his hair, gluing the shirt to his figure, but it couldn't be helped. If Sky didn't want to see, she could always look away.

Which was exactly what she did. She kept her eyes on the wall next to Hawk, and the only thing that told of any emotion was the burning of her cheeks.

"Umm, you want to come in?" Hawk's voice came out raspy, a bit broken.

"No. This— this won't take long."

Sky wrapped her arms around her body as if she was cold, and even if the night was warm, she was shivering in her bright red Disney Christmas sweater which had a picture of Minnie Mouse. Her hair was free, unruly, a cloud of red flames that flew around her face as the wind came in from the Ocean, and a nameless longing squeezed the air out of Hawk's lungs.

He couldn't believe she was here.

After what had happened at the dojo—

Well, he had thought he would never see her again. That she would quit karate, change schools, that she would move to fucking Yemen to get the fuck away from him. But no, she was here, short and slender and beautiful in her mismatched clothes, so familiar to him that it took all he had not to reach out and pull her into his arms.

But he had no right to do that. Not now, not ever again, because—

The memory of the last time she had stood here just like this, slashed through Hawk's gut like a sword.