Just Fluff and Stuff

All the Pretty Colours

A/N Part 2 of My Heart Will Go On

Three sets of eyes stared at me as I wolfed down my food. I ignored them as usual. This had become a rather regular thing and I had never seemed to get the hang of the whole "embarrassment" concept. I mean, food was great! Why the heck should I be embarrassed to be enjoying it. The people who owned the joint had gotten over it, ever since the first time I came in and ordered a Peanut Ripple waffle cone.

I moaned over the one in my hands as I crunched down the last couple of bites. Then I licked my fingers, wiped my face and stared longingly at the counter as I waited for the other three people at the table to jog out of their staring and finish their own servings. The boy I had met from the hospital was sitting across from me. We were friends now.

His name was Killian, but most of the people I had met who already knew him called him Killer. I suppose from the outside he looked rather fierce. When he and Dex had run together they had gotten in quite a bit of trouble, and not all of it so innocent. It explained what Dex had meant when he was talking about ruining his chances, although Killian had always managed to keep his grades up and stay out of the worst of the trouble himself.

It was strange to me, feeling like I knew Dex so well when we had probably never actually met. That time in my room had connected us in ways I still didn't understand. I felt weird around Killian, but I didn't really know what that was about. I also felt comfortable around Dex’s old friends. It was like I already knew them in some strange way. Some of my new habits coming out of the hospital seemed to be familiar to Killian and he was always commenting on it.

"Creepy right?" Killian said to the other two. They both looked a little freaked out and were absently eating their own ice cream.

"How's it even possible?" One of them mumbled. Killian shrugged, mystified himself.

"Who knows. He's been doing that stuff since I first met him. Should see his scars though, they are wicked." He replied absently. He always ordered Chocolate Brownie Crumble in a chocolate dipped cone. I thought it was too much chocolate but I knew I would get a glare if I dared to say it. Hazards of only having chocolate and vanilla as an option for ice cream going on eighteen years I suppose.

"What? What did I do?" I looked at him innocently. He rolled his eyes and tossed the last of his cone down the hatch. I bounced my leg and tapped a rhythm as I waited for him to finish and tell me what it was all about this time.

"You did that thing again. When you tap out his favorite songs on the table or your leg. I swear you probably don't even notice you are doing it." Killian muttered. I was surprised he had stuck around me as long as he did considering all the times I creeped him out. I smiled and shrugged. It wasn't as though I could even stop myself from doing it if I didn't notice I was doing it at the time.

"Whatever. Are you done? I want to get home and finish the math sheet so I can play video games. Do you want to come over? We can finish the game we were playing Saturday." I looked at him hopefully. He chewed his lip in an adorable way and glanced at the other two.

"Yeah sure. I'll text my mom and let her know I will be really late." He replied. The other two were talking about someone I didn't know that well, so I ignored them.

"Tell her you are staying over." I gave him the puppy dog eyes. He gave me a long suffering look. I stuck out my bottom lip and pouted. He rolled his eyes. I made my lip quiver and nearly managed to force some tears. He huffed and threw up his arms.

"Alright! Fine. I'll stay over. Let me pick up some clothes at my house first though." I grinned and nodded enthusiastically. He laughed at my sudden change to all smiles. We got up and said goodbye to the other two. I followed him out to his car and got in. He looked at me strangely from the driver's seat.