XxSkater2Girl16xX One-Shot Contest Story

SOOOOO, this is my one-shot for XxSkater2Girl16xX! It's a mix between Waist-Deep in Wal-Mart and APR/ASR :) Enjoyo!!! It ends on a cliffhanger ... but if I get enough votes/comments then I might add a little ending ;) Okay, read on! :D

Not a new song or anything, but it's super cute so yeah! :D Check it out!!! It's Fallin' For You" by Colbie Callait <333    -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->>

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ONE-SHOT

For “Waist-Deep in Wal-Mart” and “A Proscriptive Relationship”

Kissing Under the . . . Water Fountain?

            “Anthony, come back here, you . . . you . . . UGH!” I shouted, scrambling out from under the collapsed tent.

            His deep brass laughter echoed throughout the entire store, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. My legs strained as I tried to catch up with him. I panted hard but was unable to catch up; I called out again.

            “Anthony! Get you butt back here!” I cried desperately. “Help me fix the tent! Why’d you knock in down in the first place, anyways?”

            His loud voice boomed, “Because you were in there, Ellie! And you have to catch me first!”

            I groaned and huffed childishly. Instead of doing as he said, I plopped down on the ground with my legs crossed. My nose pointed up in the air snootily, and I felt extremely stupid.

            A few tedious minutes later, I heard his footsteps come towards my way. The rhythm of his steps told me he was at a jogging pace. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for his laughter that was surely to come when he saw me in my ridiculous position . . .

Five, four, three, t— OOMPH!

            “Ouch, holy crap, Anthony!” I moaned, clutching my head.

            My vision blurred in and out for a few seconds until I felt the pain reside slightly. Anthony was kneeling on the ground; his shimmering green eyes peered at me worriedly.

            “Are you okay, Ellie? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching!”

            I shook my head, but stopped when clanging noised bashed around in my brain. Slowly, I stood up, very aware of the blood trickling down my knee in heavy droplets. The putrid smell hit my nose and I keeled over, gagging.

            “Ellie! Ellie, are you sure you’re okay?” Anthony questioned nervously.

            I coughed. “Fine . . . it smells horrible, though.”

            He examined my bodily wounds carefully. I winced when his nimble fingers prodded my skull and rib. Anthony was smart enough not to feel my right knee, which was soaked with bright red liquid.

            Softly, he murmured, “I think your ribs and head are bruised. Your knee seems to be like the only thing bleeding. Can you walk?”

            I nodded and grabbed onto his strong forearm tightly to pull myself up. He wrapped left arm around my small waist tightly. His close proximity had me tripping carelessly: his unique scent had me drooling.

            “Do you want me to just carry you?” He asked.

            I shook my head ferociously. If I was this confused now, I wouldn’t be able to utter a clear sentence in his arms.