I'm posting at midnight!!!! ...Well, actually, it's 11 o'clock over here, but that's not the point.
I've been having a lot of fun with my story lately. I'm adding a ton of different twists in my mind, and I can't wait to write them all down... I can't type fast enough, lol. Need to work on that....
I'm sorry to those that can't see my bg (Sage)!!!! I submitted it as a wallpaper, though, so if you want to go see it, I think it'll load up better there.
Okay, today, I had too much sugar xD I had the rest of a frapuccino with vanilla ice cream, and I just had a root beer.... Heheh... So I'm really hyper now ^.^
Yes, I'm done boring you! You didn't think I'd torture you much longer, did you?
Hahah, well, here it is! It's a little longer than most of my chapters, so I hope you can throat it ^-^"
C'ya later, everyone! Hope you have a great day!
After what felt like a five-hour trip, Terrence and Kitty came walking out of the mall.
"Thanks!!!" Kitty said.
"You've said that a million times already!" he said, trying not to look at her.
Her clothes were very stylish, but they were a little bit revealing. The top of her red shirt folded over beneath her clavicles, just barely hanging onto her shoulders. Thick plastic straps held the outfit up mostly. It reached down to her ribcage, then split in two, a white piece of cloth covering only until her naple. Either side of the red cloth then ribbon-ed out, the backside going down to her knees.
She wore hip-huggers, very tight, and a flashy silver belt that knotted instead of buckling. The belt was like thick, silver strings held together by four strings circled around them -- it took a lot to keep Terrence from staring at her.
"You know, I've never really worn anything like this!" she said, holding two large bags also filled with clothes.
Terrence then looked over at her and blushed a little. "You sure you want to toat your bags?"
She looked down at them. "Oh, I forgot I was holding them." She smiled. "Nah, you bought them for me!"
He looked away again.
"....Terry? ...Is there something wrong? You don't think my outfit's a little much, do you? I'll change!"
"Oh, no.... That's okay." he smiled. "You seem happy with it." he then looked in her eyes, ignoring her flashy clothes. "They look cute on you..."
She stopped walking as he did, stepping on her tip-toes even though she now wore pumps. He bent down and kissed her lips, letting his lips glide over hers. She dropped her bags and put her arms around his neck. He breathed a little faster and kissed her more passionately. He slid his arm around her waist, then jerked back away from her.
Kitty opened her eyes and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
He didn't say anything. He just reached down, picked her bags up, and started walking back to his car. She walked over to him and looked at his face.
"...." his eyes looked distant. "...Don't ever do that again."
"Terrence...is fine." he said, turning away from her.
She stopped in the middle of the road. Terrence had gone from a really sweet guy to a jerk in an instant, and she didn't even understand why. She didn't care right now, though; so she sat in the middle of the road with her arms wrapped around her knees.
Terrence loaded the stuff up in the trunk and looked back at the store and saw Kitty sitting in the road.
"What are you doing?!" he slammed the trunk and walked over to where she sat.
"...." she didn't answer for a moment, but then her eyes glazed over. "Why did you do that?!"
Terrence looked shocked, then perturbed.
"You just.....you make me feel so happy, and then you turn around and make me feel like crap!" her face hardened and she didn't want to let him talk. "I actually thought......I thought you liked me, for one moment...."
He looked angry. "Of course I like you! Just get out of the road!"
"No!" she said, her eyes not letting the tears escape.
"Kitty!" he said, his voice commanding.
"No! I'll just go if you want me to. Just.....stop fooling around...." she shut her eyes, turned her head up to the sky, and let the tears fall.
That was it. He melted right on the spot. Soon, he was putting his arms around her to carry her, and he brought her over to the car. He opened the door and seated her, buckling her up.
He then jumped over the car, using his hand to boost him halfway over, then opened the door and jumped in.
She had turned her head to look out the side window and didn't move at his voice.
"It's fine. It really is......." she stopped, then looked out the front window. "I understand, Terry.... You've probably been through a lot....."
The conversation just dropped, and it was a silent ride home. As soon as they unloaded her things into the room, Terry tried to start another conversation, but didn't succeed in doing so.
"Hey, Kitty...I'm sorry-"
"I'm fine." she stated blandly.
She had no interest in talking to him, and at that point, neither did he. He stalked out of the room, dragging out a bag.
What the heck was that?! God, I'm such an idiot.... I can't believe I did something so incredibly stupid!
He fumed and cussed inwardly, but kept all those thoughts in his head. Walking back and forth down the hall, dragging his bag behind him, he counted up to five hundred, each foot-step a number, and then opened the door.
Kitty stood there, surprised and very shocked, then turned around to face the wall, wearing only a pair of black slacks and undergarments. Terrence stared for a moment, paralyzed, then turned around while blushing hard.
"I'd appreciate it if you closed the door..." she said quietly.
"Oh, sorry!" he said, then tried closing the door with the bag blocking it from shutting. He then kicked the bag back sharply into the room, sending it to the other side. "Darned....bag..."
He placed both of his hands on the door directly in front of his chest, hung his head down, and sighed.
"Whatever....I don't care." Kitty said, flipping her hair back. During the time he was trying to close the door, she had slipped on a trim, black and white tank top.
He turned around and looked at her, then he turned away. She walked toward him a few steps and sat down on the bed. Jerking roughly, she pulled her hair back into a very tight ponytail, trying not to miss a single hair, put the rubber-band in, and let her hair fall.
Terrence glanced back at her and noticed, for the first time, something was entirely different about her. It wasn't just her attitude or her new clothes, either. Her hair was now, instead of a striking red, a light blonde color.
"What did you do to your hair?!" he exclaimed. It was a completely different look, and her hair was also no longer curly.
"...." she looked away. "That's none of your business."
He shook his head, then he sat down on the other side of the bed. "Wow....."
Kitty blushed and looked at the mirror, trying not to look at Terry in the reflection.
"Did you dye it, or what?" he asked, almost dumbfounded.
She stood up and started to fold some of her clothes and put them inside the bags they came in. She stayed silent for a long time, but she soon found her voice.
"These powers are more extraordinary than I thought..." she stopped. "I was very surprised myself....."
He arched an eyebrow and shook his head. "What, now you're gonna say it's because you were ticked off with me?" he asked incredulously.
"..." tears sprang to her eyes, but she held them back determinedly. "No, actually. I'm not going to say anything. It would do neither me nor you any good."
She walked toward the door and opened it. Looking back at him once before exiting, she walked out and let the door shut softly behind her.
There's no point. I no longer look the same.... he might not have even noticed, but my eyes have changed too.
She walked beside a mirror in the hotel hallway, then ran down a stairway. She looked both ways before choosing to use the right exit. It was the main exit and less obvious for Terry to try to find her.
He probably thinks I'm stupid. I've seen all the movies. It always happens the other way. He won't find me, though, and, if he does, I'll be able to change myself....skin color or whatever.
She smiled to herself, thinking what Terrence would look like when he tried to find her...if...he tried to find her.
Bolting out the door, she headed down the street to a nearby phone booth. She quickly walked into it, slammed the door shut, and slid a dime in.
I want to talk to them.....just tell them I'm all right...
She plunked in the numbers and listened to the rings before someone answered.
"Yes? Gates residence. Speaking?" her father's voice.
Her vision immediately blurred at the sound. She made a sobbing noise, then tried to respond.
"Oh, Dad, I missed you so much!"
On the other end.
Her father looked puzzled and slightly confused, then smiled.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I think you have the wrong number." he said gently.
"No, Dad, wait!! You couldn't have forgotten me! I'm Kitty!!!" she started to sound desperate. "Please don't hang up! I just want to hear Mom's voice..."
"Mrs. Gates is in the mental institution right now. Um...who is this again?"
She almost burst into tears. Instead, she hung up the phone and rubbed her eyes. She jarred open the door and walked out with a heavy heart. It would have been better if she had not spoken to him at all.
Now, there was an empty place in her stomach surrounded by a terrible pain, making her double over and use her hands for support. Looking up, she saw something blurry.
Great. I'm crying again! ....Oh, now what?! Is my skin going to turn blue, then I'll explode?! I hate this life!
She struck the metal light pole nearby and cursed, not because of the new pain in her hand, but the pain inside her head and heart.
Standing up, she felt someone brush up against her. She turned around too late, because whoever it was had put a cloth full of ether to her mouth and nose, allowing her a full breath, then thrusting the cloth in their pocket. She immediately fell unconscious, the ether being too much for her systems. The person then carried her off, acting like nothing had even happened.