"Oh, really?" he asked playfully, looking over at her. * * * She seemed uncertain, biting her lip. "I... I don't know. I didn't think we'd find anything." * * * Her house was wild. There was no other word for it. Loud rock music could be heard coming through the front door, which was ajar. The porch was sagging, but there was graffiti all over it. Rambling roses climbed up the building's peeling paint and the lawn was unkempt, with the gate door leaning off its hinges. Fina flushed in embarrassment. "Yeah. Thanks."
She squinted at him. "Yes." *** "Do we tell the police? Do we find out whose locker this is?" He looked panicked. "Both?" *** He scratched his chin in interest as he took the helmet back..
"What if I were to kiss you?" he asked quietly, raising one eyebrow. "Would you be fooled then?" * * * "Calm down, just..." She took a deep breath. "Just calm down. We gotta find out who this locker belongs to. Did you take a picture?" * * * She hugged her field guide and gave a quick nod. "Thanks for the ride."
She frowned at him. "You wouldn't do that." *** "Yes, I did. What if people thinks it's fake?" *** He gave her a small smile. "No problem. If you ever need a ride, just let me know."
"Oh really?" he teased, tipping her head up gently to look at him with the tips of his fingers. * * * "It might be," she said with a frown. "Some sick prank." * * * She hesitated before returning the smile before heavy metal music began to boom from her house. She cringed, her brows furrowing. "That's not good. I gotta go."
A strange expression crossed her face and she looked a little upset. "Stop." *** "Why would they keep it in a locked locker?" *** He laughed good naturedly. "Alright. I'll see you at school."
He blinked in surprise, dropping his hand and tilting his head. "Are you okay?" * * * She hesitated. "You're right. We need to go check the office." * * * She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear before heading inside, moving through the open door and closing it behind her.
She pulled away from him, folding her arms. "I don't like that." *** He nodded, his brows furrowed. "Let's go." *** He watched her go before putting on his helmet and heading home.
He frowned, looking worried. "*squee!*. I'm sorry, Sparky. I was trying to be funny. You know I don't see you like that." * * * She hurried away, looking nervous, a strange expression for her normally blank face.
She sighed, looking uncertain. "That's okay. I'm going to head home." *** He followed her, looking back at the scene for focusing ahead
He looked upset that he had been inconsiderate, his wings fluttering uncertainly. “I swear I don’t see you like that, Theo. You’re my best friend.” *** They got into the office and Theresa began rooting through the file cabinets.
She laughed slightly, obviously defensive. She would have been hot to the touch as this point. "No I'm not. You have other peopleyou've known for much longer." *** He stood nearby, watching warily.
He frowned, tilting his head. “Well, yeah. I’ve known my biological mother since I was born, but that doesn’t mean that my adoptive mother isn’t my true mom. I really like spending time with you.” *** “Could you look in those cabinets over there?” she asked, still distracted by the files.
She didn't say anything, a frown on her face. "I.. I'm just going to go home." *** He nodded, going and look through the cabinets.
He folded his arms, looking upset now as well. He was either unable or unwilling to meet her gaze. “Fine.” *** She was quiet before she gasped, her eyes widening and glowing a bright blue.
She couldn’t seem to hear him, her breath hitching and her eyes tracking something in front of her that wasn’t there. After a few moments, she blinked and the glowing died down. She grabbed Maverick’s hand and pulled him down the hallway. “We gotta get back. Now.”
“Someone’s in the building with us. They’re trying to hide evidence,” she said frantically, beginning to run towards the locker.
