OH YES. This story is not abandoned. Here is the long awaited (by few) updated! -------------------------- Teddy's POV It doesn't take me long to get away from home. Granted, I was 20 miles per hour over the speed limit. The tires sped over the asphalt that represented Wyre Street, sending sprays of loose gravel behind them. The weather is remarkably nice today. I can't help but roll down the windows and take in the dry, warm air. There isn't a cloud in the sky to block out the sun, and I think I even see the birds returning from their winter vacation. It's surprisingly warm for a Spring day, which was good because I bought a new pair of shorts last week that I wanted to model ever since. The wait was excruciating; I don't claim to be a hipster but I do have a knack for fashion, and my designer sunglasses don't do anything to compact that label. Despite being in a rather glum mood I can't help but smile. I jam to the radio, of course listening to nothing other than the music that was produced before the 1990s. It all went so downhill, but Queen never ceases to raise my spirit. Singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, I eventually arrive at my destination, which is nothing more than the local elementary school playground. I don't know what it is about this place, but it's always where I go when I need to sit down and really think. The children are just boarding their buses when I park and walk over to my favorite swing set. The swings are, and always will be, my favorite playground equipment. They give me an inexplicable bliss that's so simple, only a child could really understand it. The odd detached soaring that allowed my mind to wander was probably the reason I came here, subliminally, to remember that feeling. I sit in the last swing on the right side of the swing set, the swing that I remember that was my favorite when I was a very young and joyous child and push off. I close my eyes and let everything melt away, everything that was a distraction seemed to be distant and fuzzy. I don't know how long I swung like this, without opening my eyes, the red and yellow insides of my eyelids changing as my altitude varied. The sound of a child's voice coming from a little bit away. I slow down, opening my eyes to the harsh sunlight. I blink a few times, and find who else but Ashley, with a young boy who looked quite a bit like her, yet with an untainted innocence, and a spray of freckles across his nose. "Hey Michael lets go over to the jungle gym!" Ashley's warm, joyful voice carries throughout the playground. The boy bounds over to her, taking her hand upon contact. As they begin to stroll towards the jungle gym, Ashley notices me, her face illuminated by the love one shares with their family...the kind that Angel looked at me with, last time I saw her. "Hey Teddy!" She shouts over to me, her lips curling into a slight smile. Hey Teddy? Shouldn't this girl hate me after today? In any case, I may as well play along. "Hey Ashley!" I yelp back, dismounting the motionless swing and saunter over. "What brings you to this fine establishment?" I question, a broad and friendly smile on my face. "I could ask you the same!" She laughs kindly. What kind of game is she playing? "I'm just here spending some time with my little brother. I've kind of been in a bad mood today ever since Brad dumped me, so I decided why not cheer myself up and give him a treat and take him here?" Her voice is steady, no show of emotion. "What're you staring at?" She asks jokingly before giving me a little nudge with her free hand. "Huh?" I need to stop analyzing every word that comes from those pretty pink lips. "Oh sorry, I was just surprised that you were so friendly towards me after today." No point in lying. "Oh that. It was entirely my fault, and now that Brad has broken up with me, I see things a bit more clearly now." she smiles just as a red minivan pulls up to the parking lot. "Hey look, it's mom, Mike, tell her I'll be home soon." "You aren't coming home with us?" He looks up at her. It's funny, at only what looked to be seven, he was still pretty short on Ashley who reached maybe five feet, give or take a few inches. "No, I think I'm going to stay and enjoy the nice weather a bit longer," She replies with a genuine smile. I can tell that she really loves him. Michael hugs her, and with a goodbye runs to their awaiting mother, who waves at us. Ashley turns on her heels and confronts me, the friendly smile gone. "So what's the deal between you and your sister?" Her voice is sharp now; menacing. "What do you mean?" I can't believe that she's implicating to the relationship between me and Angel, but it seems as though she did. "You know what I mean. I saw your eyes, the way you looked at her, and the way she looked at you. That wasn't the look you give a sister. I certainly don't look at my brother that way." "I do—" She cuts me off. "You do know. And I'm damn sure I could easily prove it with this picture." She pulls out her phone. There, on the screen is a picture of me and Angel, embracing romantically, when we'd thought nobody was looking. When we'd thought Ashley had walked away. "Yeah, that's right. I saw you two." I'm upset now. My guard is up and I can feel my trapped animal instincts arise. I feel like I'm trapped in a corner. "Well what are you going to do about it?" My voice has an unusual edge to it, and my face morphs into an expression or discontent; eyes squinted and nostrils flaring. "Oh, it's not what I'm going to do. It's what you're going to do so I don't do anything." Her face takes a cynical expression, and before I can, reply her lips are against mine. I could feel the heat of her body, the slow, unexcited beat of her heart, the mild heat with faux passion behind it. "You're going to help me make Brad so jealous that he'll want me so bad, he can't stand it. One kiss at a time. Now take me home." She avoids eye contact and stands up, before strutting towards my car. Damn, she has a nice ass. We approach my car and I hop into the driver's seat. Ashley, however, stands outside the passenger seat window with arms crossed. "Don't you know how to treat a girl? Come open my door." Her voice is indignant, as if she was a lady and not some another stereotypical high school whore. I sigh and remove myself from the car, walking around the front to her side, where I open the door. Damn this blows. I mean, she's hot, and this whole jealousy thing could work to my advantage too, but Ashley is a major bitch. I mean come on, opening her door for her? This isn't the Medieval times. Chivalry is dead. I'm trying my best to restrain myself and drive the speed limit as we drive down the road. I just want her out. I want her gone so bad, and I just need time alone to think. What can I do? There's nothing I can do. There has to be some way out of this! My thought process is interrupted by a new sensation around my groin. My foot shifts downward and we increase in speed, as Ashley's hand rests on my shorts. She squeezes before pulling her hand away. Did that just happen? And I'm so lost in my own thoughts, trying to analyze every action, every word, every facial expression that she makes, that I don't even pay attention to a speed limit. My foot steadily pushes the gas pedal further down. I turn my head in Ashley's direction, to see her smile seductively at me. And at that moment we hit something. ——————————— A RoyQin© Story. What could Teddy have hit?!
OHMYGOODNESS- Ashley is a derp. If Teddy could've magically hit her with his car I'd be so happy :,)