A few minutes later and my nose was stuffed with tissues. Ace and I sitting on the bed with a gap in between us. My stomach started to grumble, he looked at me "right, you have to eat."
He said as if it were unnatural, I stared at him confused. He ignored my questioned look, "I'm gonna see if I can find anything." He got up from the bed and put on his shoes.
I followed his lead, "what are you doing?" He questioned "I'm following you." He looked shocked but it changed, quickly. "No way are you going out there" he said, "why not?" I challenged.
He looked at me dead in the eye, I looked back at him. We stared at each other for a few minutes, until he broke away. He sighed "under one condition" he said.
Oh no I thought to myself, "don't do anything cute, or stupid." I stared at him in disbelief, he looked at the floor. "What wh-" "Just promise me that" he interrupted, "I promise." "Good, lets go" he opened the door and led the way.
I instinctively stayed close behind, remembering my first night here. We come into to this familiar bar area, two men sat at the bar.
Talking about something, but I didn't understand. "Morning Ace" one man said, the other faced away from Ace and I. The other man peered around Ace with a shocked face when he saw me.
"Why do you have a little man following you?" The man questioned. I took offense to this, Ace chuckled as I crossed my arms. "Haven't you heard about HER" Ace exaggerated.
The man laughed "What do you mean HER I only see two nice young men." Ace glances in my direction and laughed a little. I crossed my arms and my face turned a shade of pink. I thought he said I looked cute, liar.
Ace and the man continued to talk as I looked around the room a little. It seemed like an actual bar, with the bar stools, dim lights, beers and whines galore.
It was weird to see a nice looking bar in a gang's base. But then again I'm not surprised either. Ace then grabs my shoulder, frightening me. He laughed again, "here" he handed me a back that read pop tarts.
My eyes beamed with happiness, I loved pop tarts they were probably the only thing that made me happy back at home. Besides my dad's horrible corny jokes, my face then fell to a sorrowful look.
"You alright there young lady?" The man Ace was talking to asked. "Yeah, I'm good" I lifted my face and let the bad memories fall. I smiled and thanked Ace and the man. "I'm Joey by the way" the man added.
"Well it was nice to meet you Joey." My eyes then wandered, and I had completely forgotten about the other man who sat at the bar. I looked at Ace and back at the man, "Oh yeah, um this is Reaper I'm sure you remember him."
I looked at him and the memory came back, he stood up from his seat and walked to another room beer in hand. Joey shrugged, "welp I gotta got Ace, see you around" Joey left leaving me and Ace alone, together.
I looked back down at the pop tarts and smiled at him. He smiled back "you really are a weird one." We both laughed, we were getting along for once. It was nice to see him smile, it suited him. "Anya?"
Ace snapped me out of my gaze, "yeah?" "You sure you okay" Ace wondered "yeah perfectly fine, want one?" I stuck out a pop tart in his direction, but he declined.
"you need to eat, your hungry" "and you aren't" I argued. He shook his head, I sighed and placed a pop tart in front of him. He shook his head again this time looking at me with a smirk.
I took a bite of mine and over exaggerated, just a little "MHMhMhMH! ThIs iS sO tAsTY" he laughed but still declined my pop tart. I rolled my eyes and finished my pop tart. Ace took the pop tart and put it in one of cupboards and said it was safe keeping.
I rolled my eyes and we headed back to the room. He plopped himself back onto the bed, I followed his example. We laid there for what seemed like hours, probably the most relaxing 23 minutes of my life.
But Ace rudely interrupted it with, " you really do look like a boy" I slapped his arm as he continued to laugh. I felt so embarrassed because I actually thought I looked cute. Ace then turned to me and grabbed my hand along with my attention. "But your my little boy"
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Lost Toy
Teen FictionOne night, a girl struggles to sleep. She's trying to go to sleep when she is awoken by a thunderous problem. Fear builds up inside her, as her has been invaded. The safety of her home taken away just as she was taken away. She ends up in unknown...
