This is a series of cute little things I think of. It is based of the book Lockwood & Co (which I haven't finished the series yet). I hope you enjoy. I've got ideas from other wattpad users.
ON HOLD
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I feel someone shift next to me. I can't remember anything. Then it all hits me. The source, inscription, Kipps, the kidnapping, being SHORT! I open my eyes only to close them immediately after I realize how comfy feel like I am laying on a warm, fluffy marshmallow. Oh, then I must on top of George. I know I am correct because a moment later I am thrown off of him.
"Ow, George, you know you could tell me to get off of you instead of you THROWING ME OFF OF YOU!" I yell as I open my eyes.
What I see is not the most pleasant thing you can see if you wake up. Actually, it's the worst thing that you could wake up to. Quill Kipps. I am not with anyone else but him. Wow. Wait, I thought as my mind started to race like race cars. Where am I?
"You are in my apartment, and PLEASE don't call me that again." He says with a chuckle. "You are so adorable as a five year old." He whispers. Eww, just, eww.
I get up immediately and try to find a door. He reacts by grabbing my thin, fragile arm with his big, thick hand. His hand is so big he can wrap his meaty fingers around my wrist 3 times. See if that helps you visualize how small I am. He pulls me back on the couch with a gentle thrust of his arm. I yelp as a blinding, white pain courses through me.
"What's wrong, little one?" He sneers, emphasizing the 'little one'.
I turn away from him and pull up my huge sleeve of my shirt, witch hasn't changed from my fifteen year old shirt. I gasp softly. My arm-scars have been reopened. They start dripping crimson blood.
"When the hell did you get THOSE?" He asks with a slight voice raising.
"When I was little my dad-"
"Why are they here now?" He cuts me off as he picks me up like I'm a child.
The cuts still hurt like hell, so of course I have to wince as he picks me up. He carries me into the bathroom and sets me down on the counter. He gets a cloth and wets it with a faucet. He wipes the cut with surprising gentleness.
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Once he is done he wraps it in bandage and pins it with a bobby pin. He takes me into the living room and sets me on the couch. I realize something.
"Where are George and Lockwood?"
"The little ones are still asleep in the guest room."
Why did you take me out here?" I ask with a hint of uncertainty in my voice.
"You were waking up, and I thought-" He was cut off by a hollow banging.
I jump up again, but Quill doesn't stop me. I run to the sound of the banging. I reach an all white door, which I think is the guest bedroom.
"LUCY, ARE YOU OUT THERE?" I note that it was both Lockwood and George.
"I'm right here! Don't break the door down!" I say as I try to reach the door knob.
Kipps' door knobs are all higher up then normal doors, so I can't reach it. He comes up behind me and laughs at me.
"Shut up!" I say
"Your so adorable!" He laughs as he opens the door. I get tackled by George and Lockwood stumbling out of the door. We all fall to the ground. They get up immediately and push me back against the doorframe.
"Why are we here?" Lockwood snarls, but since his voice is so high pitched, it just sounds so cute!
"I just wanted to see if you guys were exactly as you were when you were little." He exclaims. "I am correct. I measured you and I looked at your records. You guys should be getting home by now, but as to seeing that Lucy can't open the door, you might want to stay a while longer." He said.
"I am NOT THAT SHORT!"
I feel heat rushing to my face and I stomp my foot. They all laugh. Then, George stops laughing. All the blood drains from his face.
"What did you do to her?" He screams, well, squeals.
