Rise and Fall- The Fight Inside

You Asked For It

"Really?" Ryland asked. 

"Certainly. It's pretty common, dark brown hair. It was the piercing blue eyes that tipped me off. Those are some pretty rare eyes you have their Ryland." Arielle told Ryland. 

"Your eyes are nice too. I've never seen green eyes before. Well, I have, but never with black hair." Ryland stuttered.

Arielle laughed. 

"Thanks. So, how about we go and get your father back." Arielle suggested.

"Yeah, how about that." Bailey grumbled. 

"Do you have a problem, Bailey?" Arielle teased.

Ryland liked the way she spoke. Her voice seemed soothing and her personality was interesting as well. 

"Quit hitting on my brother and let's get a move on." Bailey admitted. 

"Why? He's pretty cute." Arielle resonded.

Bailey hissed, rolling her eyes, and folding her arms. Ryland, still surprised that she called him cute, stood in the middle of it all. 

"So, you like me?" Ryland flirted.

"Oh god." Bailey tisked, walking back to the ship.

She knocked on the door, waiting for Reagan to answer as if it was a house.

"Oh, Bailey. Where is your brother?" Reagan asked, opening the door.

"Over there flirting with the little priness." Bailey growled.

"Oh, what does she look like?" Reagan asked, her curiosity peeked by Ryland's intrest in a girl.

"Long, stringy, black hair and really ugly green eyes. If your so curious, why don't you just go look for yourself!" Bailey barked.

"Not to worry, Bailey, I'm certain that we can find a boy for you." Reagan laughed. 

Reagan opened the door slightly to get a look for herself. She smiled as she watched Ryland slowly lean in for the kiss.

"He is Grainger's son." Reagan whispered. 

Reagan snuck back inside, making certain that Ryland hadn't noticed.

"Let's go get your father, she said." Bailey mocked.

"Can't you just be happy for Ryland. He has been in a comma for a long time and it was a maricle for him to wake up." Reagan pointed out.

"I know, I know, but can't he put his love life on hold for a day or two until we can rescue dad?" Bailey argued.

"You have a point but, he deserves to be happy." Reagan remarked.

Bailey sighed and plopped down on the sofa. She stared at the walls that were covered in family pictures.

"Is that dad?" Bailey asked Reagan.

Reagan came around the corner to look at the pictures. She walked up and pointed to a picture of a little  boy standing next to a woman and a man.

"That is Grainger," she stated, pointing to him in the picture.

"That is my mother, and that is my father." Reagan finished.

"Wow. My dad was young in that picture." Bailey expressed.

"Yeah a lot of things changed since then. Back when this picture was taken, my parents were still alive." Reagan snapped in a meloncally tone.

"And what is that?" Bailey asked, pointing to another picture.