The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie.

The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie. [9]

Shyla's POV::

I threw myself through the air onto the double that was in the center of the room. After bouncing twice, I stretched out and breathed deeply. The comforter was plush and inviting, and I didn't have a care in the world at the moment.

"This is mine." I said, rolling onto my tummy and spreading my arms and legs to cover a majority of the bed.

"This is Sparta." Davie said, rolling me over. I squealed and fell off the bed. Sighing, I jumped up and rubbed my head.

"Douche..." I said, glaring at him.

"Awweeeh. Poor baby girl." He said in a baby-ish voice. "Do you need me to kiss it?"

"What I need is a BlowPop." I said, spinning my checkered wristband around my wrist.

"Then off to the candy shop we go." He stood up and looked me over. I looked myself over.

Black skinnies, I mean like skin-tight skinnies, and white low-tops on my lower half. A white tank-top with a dark grey GlamourKills sweatshirt over top covered my torso. Bracelets littered my skinny wrists and a plastic rainbow bead necklace hung from my neck. My hair was down, with my bangs clipped back.

Davie, was wearing medium blue shade skinnies, guy skinnies, so not absurdly skinny, with a purple Young&Reckless t-shirt. He had bulky DC skate shoes on and his hair was dropping in front of his blue/grey eyes. He was messing with the striped wrist band covering his left wrist.

I nodded approvingly.

"Let's go, sir." I said.

Opening the door, we both walked into the hallway like spies. ^-^. I ran ahead and jammed the elevator button. Davie had walked, which meant by the time he arrived on scene the elevator was there, I was in it, and I was tapping my foor impaitiently.

"Godddd," I said, "My grandma moves faster than you! She has one leg."

He rolled his eyes and I was slightly mesmerized. They were like the little camera picture slide things you have when youre little, 'cept the pictures were of different shades of blue and grey. One moment, his eyes appeared to be icey blue. The next, stormy grey. He noticed me looking and stated just before we were off the elevator;

"You have gorgeous eyes, love. They're green on a majority of the iris, but the outer edge is almost a carmely-brown shade."

Davie jerked me out of the elevator before I could disagree or compliment him back.

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We walked around in the brightly lit streets of 1-5AM Milwaukee. It was around 3 and I was trippingly tired. But I had to have BlowPops. They're my addiciton. So that was why Davie and I were roaming the streets of this city at such an... odd hour. Finally, after 3 other stores with no BlowPops, we came upon a 24-hour candy store. And I could already see the BlowPops. I drug Davie into the store and ripped a  multi-pack off of the shelf. I ran up to the counter, towing him, and dropped them on the counter. The attendant looked to be a convicted rapist.

He rung it up.

"Two dollars." His gravely voice said.

As I pulled the money from my back pocket, a woman burst in.

"On the fucking floor!" she screamed. I hit the floor, grabbing the suckers as I went down.

"Gimme all the cash. NOW." she said to the man.

Looking up, I saw his eyes were wide with fear. The woman was holding a pistol and... Wait a minute! I saw her at the airport! What the heck... Was she for real? Robbing a candy store? Americans these days. I shook my head.

"Don't you move, slut." she said to me. I glared at her.

"Slut?! I can keep my legs closed. Later gators."

Stupidly, I jumped up. Davie leaped to his feet behind me as I bolted for the door. He was behind me. When she fired, he got hit in the calf.

"Bitch!" I yelled, pulling him outside while also yelling for help. A man ran in a held the woman down until the cops arrived.

We rode in an ambulance that night.

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At the hospital, they asked all kinds of questions. I hate to lie, but I had too.

"How old are you?"

"20."

"What's his name?"

He's not unconsious... I thought.

"David."

"How do you know him?"

"He's my... Brother."

They noticed the hesitation.

"What are your parents numbers?"

"Our parents died."

They stopped asking me questions.

I went to see Davie.

"Hey David.." I whispered, seeing the nurse.

"Hey girly." He said, giving the nurse a rude look.

I giggled.

A doctor walked in.

"You can leave if you'd like. It  didn't go straight thorugh, it grazed the edge actually. It may hurt to walk, but we'll give you something for it.

We nodded. After getting a bottle of painkillers, the hospital staff put us into a squad car to head to the police station to answer more questions.

"What happened? Exactly." One officer asked us. I was falling asleep. Davie put an arm around me.

"She's tired. Can we answer these after we get some sleep?"

The officer looked unhappy.

"I suppose."

He gave us a number and practically forced us into a taxi. We arrived back at the hotel around 9-ish. We had a plane to catch at 4 this afternoon. I collapsed onto the bed and Davie climbed next to me. I didn't think, just snuggled against his chest. He sighed contendedly and put his arms around me. I slept with a smile on my face.

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"FUCK!" Davie's shout woke me up.

"Wha..?" I said, looking around.

"Its already 2:30. We're supposed to be at the airport in an hour. Damnit, Damnit." He was hurriedly changing. I opted not to change. To save time. I'd change at the airport or something.

"C'mon." He said, yanking both suitcases into the hall. I took the back-pack and went down the steps with him. He ran out to get us a ride and I checked us out. Into another taxi, and this driver drove like some crazy ass drunk. I felt like I was about to be in a 700 car pile-up. I gripped the edge of the seat tightly when he swung us into the airport's lot around 3:20. Davie threw him a twenty, (he gave Davie a mean look), and we ran into the airport and to terminal 5 this time.

We got onto the plane just as boarding was about to be closed. I landed in my seat and Davie bitched with some lady to sit by me. He wound up across the aisle. I didn't mind. I was still sleepy. I crashed within 20 minutes of take-off.