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Pen Your Pride

Two

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Two

I awoke to the sunlight streaming in through a gap in the curtains, causing me to squint as I glanced around the room; my room. I groaned as every muscle in my back and legs stung with an immense fire. What happened last night? I sat up in my bed looking around the room in utter confusion. My boots lay in the corner by the door, caked in mud, my rain coat still gleaming with beads of rain, draped over the chair. So I didn’t dream it, I really was crazy enough to go out into the middle of a storm alone. Weirdest of all, I was wide awake…at eleven in the morning. I threw the covers off, stood up and grabbed my phone, yep, definitely the morning.

“Morning Sunshine,” a voice said from behind me. I turned around sharply to be greeted by a tall, broad figure standing in front of me. I gasped but I didn’t scream. Instead all I could do was take in the sight before me. He was at least a head taller than me, his broad shoulders nearly meeting my face. He wore a navy wife beater which exposed his muscular arms which were still firmly crossed. My eyes lifted towards his strongly set jaw that was outlined by a dark, rough shadow of a beard. It was strange, although I was staring intently on his face, I couldn’t point out anything relatively interesting or distinct about it. It was almost as if his face was one I had seen before but also never at all. I wouldn’t be able to pick him out in a line up but at the same time I couldn’t take my eyes off him because he was so…different. The only thing distinct about his face was the carbon black bar that poked through his left eyebrow.

“Not easily scared I see. That’s good.” He stretched and sat back onto my un-made bed. “Not exactly the housekeeping type, are you?” he raised his pierced eyebrow gesturing to the scrunched quilt.

“Who are you, and what the hell do you think you’re doing in my room?” I asked. I was strangely not scared of the attractive but random stranger in my presence.

“Ah, there I go forgetting my manners again,” he said standing up and offering his hand, “Aidan.” I stared at his hand till he retracted it smiling. He roughly pulled the covers back onto my bed and lay back on it sighing. “So where do you want to start?  With that douche bag Archie, or are we aiming higher?”

“What are you talking about?” He cocked his head to the side amused.

“What? Don’t you remember?” he took my silence for an answer and got onto his hands and knees in front of me. “Please, just for once could something happen that will change my life. Come on! Give me your worst!” he mimicked. I took in a breath of realisation, taking a mild step back, to which he laughed. “I’m that thing that will change your life,” he said then laughed to himself, “and I’m pretty much the worst you could get,” he smirked standing up again.

“So-”

“I’m the magic fairy that’s going to make all your dreams come true?” he mocked, fluttering his eyelashes, “no, not quite, but I can still get the job done.” I shook my head violently. Surely I was still dreaming and this was some fucked up nightmare? “Uh-oh here comes Kill-Joy.”

“Huh?” I started but I was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

“Lola? Are you awake?” I heard Archie's familiar voice from the other side of the door.

“How did you-”

“Know that? Magic,” Aidan answered his fingers wiggling in front of his eyes. “So can you tell me what you want now or…?”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about-” Archie knocked on the door again and again, each time with more force. “But you have to leave!” I hissed.

“Sorry no can do Princess. I can’t leave till I’ve done what you called me here to do and that’s help you.”

“Help me with what exactly?” He shrugged walking over to my dressing table and fiddling with the perfume bottles.

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