“Not that tie,” he corrected.
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“Because it looks like a mistake,” he said, with his hands on his hips.
“It has style,” Firecracker said.
“Not my style,” Clark informed her.
He *is* a hick at heart, isn’t he?
“Fine! Pick your own ties,” she snapped, pulling it over his head and dumping it back on the display.
Yep, now she’s mad.
“I just wanted you to have something to remember me by,” she whispered.
Hurt. Which is worse than mad. He really put the foot in, didn’t he?
She turned around and pinned a black feather on his t-shirt.
“What is this for?”
“So you can fly.”
Okay, I didn’t remember that one till the FDK thread
“Make me curl my toes, and I promise you I’ll never forget you.”
Firecracker screamed and then ducked.
She still hasn’t gotten the idea of the ride, has she?
As the water came towards him in a torrential rush, he exhaled, pushing some of the water forward and over the seat in front of him, drenching his hot little Firecracker.
Clark!
“Great,” she grumbled. “I warned you that you didn’t want to see me wet,”
Okay?
Through her pastel lavender t-shirt he could see a hot pink bra.
Awwwwwwww
“You’re glasses are fogged again,” Firecracker laughed, removing them. “Only this time, I don’t have a dry shirt.”
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“Spread your arms and close your eyes,”
Scanning down the front of her, he dried her shirt to barely damp, and no longer see-through.
So, now he can breath again?
Now, he was caught right under it. He winced as another loud explosion rocketed the air.
Oh boy.
Firecracker set her hands over his ears, trying to deafen the sound. He gazed down at her big doe eyes staring up at him.
Oh boy.
With each one Clark sank lower to the ground.
Oh boy Oh boy. She *will* never forget him.
“It’s just fireworks, Clark. You’ll be okay,”
You don’t have to be afraid. Your uncle Nor isn’t coming. Shhh… Shhh…
She pulled his head to her, so that one ear pressed against her chest and the other one was covered by her arms surrounding it.
Before long, all he could hear was her soft voice and the beat of her heart with the occasional thunderous boom, which didn’t seem so bad now. He could feel her fingers running through his hair. It felt wonderful.
Well, it *that* wouldn’t distract him, nothing would.
She shrugged. “My sister used to react the same way whenever our parents fought.”
Yep, he’s going to so end up in the nerdy friend box.
Clark didn’t know about her but, while his toes weren’t curling, he felt as if they were floating.
Umm…Clark?
