Thread: How to Ride a Night Mare [Quin x heartless]

Good luck, gal! Dorito said, hugging her friend tight before drawing back and shaking her black finger at the other teen. And remind him to wear a Kipped or a condom. You can get preggers even from your first time. It was stuff she knew Star knew but she was kind of on Cloud 9 already and might not be thinking all too clearly when it came time for Jay to perform. They both knew Mrs. Charlotte had gotten pregnant with Alex when she was younger than they were but it was definitely not the ideal situation. Enjoying the fresh air and late afternoon sunlight, Eric hunched over the family vehicle with the hood propped up. Charlotte went grocery shopping the day before and told him it was making odd noises, so, he was determined to check it out for her and make sure it was working properly. It was his day job after all. Under the hood, the auto's innards were a collection of commandeered parts, some kippie made and some newly manufactured car parts. The engine worked with the dream technology to heat up rain water and turn it into steam to make it move. Literally propelled by clouds and dreams, the particular make of the vehicle used to be a combination of a couple of different brands, now a unique little Frankenstein's monster. Even while he worked, letting his mind tinker at the problems and his hands move to perform the necessary actions, Eric's thoughts drifted. Hearing Star's greeting, the blonde man lifted his head and called out to her. Hey, wait a second, he said with a small nod, tossing his long, single braid over his shoulder as he stood up straight. C'mere, I wanna talk to you. Sniffing casually, he wiped his hands off on his rag and gave her a squinted frown, waiting for her to approach him before he continued. I wanted to talk to you about last night. Now wait a second, he said, holding up his hand in a calming motion at her, his facial expression showing that he anticipated her resistance to this topic being brought up again. Listen, I feel bad and I shouldna yelled. That wasn't a 'sorry'. I don't want you to feel like I'm attacking you or that I don't support you. Because I do. You're smarter than I ever was at your age and you're very strong. I admire you a lot, Star. Eric gave her a somber look, his hands on his hips and biting the inside of his cheek as he literally chewed over his words, figuring out what to say next. I'm not good at this whole feeling thing or letting things go. You can ask your ma and daddy David. It's been about me the whole time I've known her and it always will be, even as I try not to take shit personally. That whole, 'letting you grow up' thing is still kickin' my ass because I just can't... you're still my little buddy, watching The Kippie Wanderer stories on tv or playing pirates in the bathtub. Looking away from her, he rubbed a hand over his trimmed facial hair and cleared his throat with a soft grunt. I just see things sometimes and it makes me scared for you. Bullet holes and corruption stains in some of the autos that come to my shop and these people and kippies were out... there . And David sometimes dealing with bullshit Western people who just get up and walk out of the office when they hear how hybrids have equal status here. I've done a lot, we all have, to make sure you never had to feel scared or ashamed for the mark you bear. I get it, you want other people to have that too and that's great, I love you to death for thinking and feeling that way. But... I know what we had to go through just to get that here and I don't want you to see it, to have to deal with that ugliness. Scratching his head, he sighed and said, I dunno. I'm rambling. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry and I love you. Enveloping her in his arms, Eric hugged Star, planting a kiss on the top of her head. I hate fighting with you. I feel like such a fucking monster. See more