Ricky
The whole way there, Blue sat with her eyes glued to the streets outside, fascinated. It was just a mess of city cars, buildings and old back streets, but I guess it’s the whole ‘one man’s trash blah, blah, blah’ theory again. When we came to a halt outside ‘headquarters’ I had to shake her and tell to get out.
It made me smile when she showed the exact same awe at the inside of our building as well. But I couldn’t let her gape at the apparent glamor of it all for long. Stephan had set up a meeting in the living room, a mandatory meeting, so I had to attend.
And so did Blue.
I found her outside, sitting on the steps, head in hands, and shoulders shaking. She was crying?
“Blue?” I asked cautiously. She looked up, straight at me. Her eyes were red and tear tracks stained her face. She had been crying. Guilt settled down into the bottom of my stomach.
“What?” She snapped. All the words I was going to stay flew away, and I only wandered one thing.
“Are you okay?” Her expression softened.
“Yeah…yeah, just, you know, overwhelmed.” I smiled.
“Understandable.” She smiled back at me.
“Just the whole…surrealness…of it all.”
“Surrealness isn’t a word.” She sniffled a laugh.
“It’s my word.”
“Just one thing.” I bent down and sat next to her, “You’re still pretty cut up about the Pig thing, huh?” Blue nodded, and then without warning, she burst into tears. A mass of uncontrollable sobs shook her body. Unable to control myself, I pulled her against me and put my arm around her shaking form, hating the sound of the pain in her voice. She buried her head into my chest which muffled her cries. Even when she stopped, when her sobs resided to sniffles, I continued to hold her for just as much as for her benefit as mine.
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Blue
I have to admit, I was kind of disappointed when Ricky told me we had a meeting to attend.
I really hated meetings.
Never the less, when Ricky led me inside, I followed. I was met by the intense stairs of Ricky’s friends. The dim lighting didn’t help my nerves. The one sitting in the middle, Stephan, motioned for me to sit down. As I did, I saw Ricky roll his eyes as he sat down in an arm chair. Montana, from her spot next to Stephan, winked at me, and I managed to pull off a smile. The girl on the other side on Stephan, the blonde one, was still staring at me.
“Right,” Stephan said, his dark eyes trained on me, “I’m Stephan.” Surprised, and caught a little off guard, I mumbled something. He smiled, and then continued. “I’m kind of the leader of this little gang.” That statement was met with a plethora of protests.
“Uh, excuse me?” Montana asked, “The leader?”
“Yes,” Stephan replied, a hint of humour in his expression, “The leader, that’s what I said.”
“Who said we’d agree?” The blonde girl asked.
“Well I’m the oldest, it’s a given.” Stephan told her plainly.
“That isn’t a factor in leadership!” Ricky protested, “Harry was younger than Ron and Hermione, and he was most defiantly the leader.”
“But he was the chosen one, that kinda trumps age.” Montana said.
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Top Dogs
Paranormal“Wait. What’s going on?” I was totally confused. “We’re rescuing you” Ricky said, his blonde hair spikey. “You were serious about that?” I asked him. “Yep.” He said, his handsome features grinning. “Now hurry up before they notice” I looked at him i...
