Dream Shifters

London

"Comfortable?" Richard asked from beside me. We had been travelling on a train through the London Underground for, well i dunno how long, but long enough for me to start whining. And trust me, that takes a long time.

"Are we there yet?" I winged, my head resting on his knees. He looked down at me with a smile painted on his lips, his crystal blue eyes dancing above me. He looked so content. Which is more than could be said for me.

"No," he laughed down at me, "be patient, Becca. You're worse than my sis, and trust me that is bad!" I felt like a young child being told off.

"Well, patience isn't my specialty. Really Richard, how long?"

"'Really Richard'" he mimicked, "that actually has a nice ring to it"

"'Really Ringing Richard'" I glared at him, trying to keep the image of wedding rings out of my brain. Unfortunately it wouldn't go. I almost found myself humming the brides tune to myself, 'Dum, Dum, De, Dum' until i came back to reality.

 "Not long now" Richard reassured me, luckily not seeing the image of wedding rings in my head, and better at estimating time than I was.

I heard the 'train’s voice' as i used to call it, calling out to us. It said, "Next stop, London. Would passengers please stay in their seats until the train has reached the station. Thank you." We stepped out of the train, onto the platform and began our walk towards the museum.

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"Now," Richard explained once we had left the platform, "according to Kala's map, the museum is..." he traced his fingers over a page of the atlas until he found the right place "...there" he said, his mouth triumphantly breaking into a heart stopping smile, only wavering slightly as he saw me staring over his shoulder.

He looked over his shoulder and saw what I was staring at.

A huddle of girls were gathered behind him, coming closer and closer. "Hey babe," one greeted him; I saw no recognition in his face. The 18yr old girl continued "you can find me anytime" she fluttered her mascara clogged eyelashes. This girl looked like a model. The rest of the group burst out in laughter. The girl who greeted Richard, had jet black hair, which she had streaked bright green, dark red lips, long varnished nails, a rib tight black top and green skinny jeans.

"He looks hot!" Her red haired friend commented. The laughter started to rise again.

Richard took no notice of them as he folded Kala's atlas into his pocket and took my hand. "Excuse us" he said politely as he walked forward. The girl stepped into his path and threw me a look like daggers. 

"What do you wonna do hanging out with a child like her," The model asked innocently "come have some fun with us" she offered mischievously.

"Oh, yes" her followers chorused excitedly.

"I said, excuse us" Richard stared straight into her face as he said this more violently.

The girl chewed on her lip. She obviously thought it wasn't worth it pissing off this guy. "Come on girls." she said plainly to her disciples "were going." Richard inclined his head towards her indicating that she had made the right decision.

When they were out of sight, he looked at me and said "Come on". We walked and walked not stopping until we reached the London Natural History Museum’s doors.