~~~Saturday Morning~~~
My eyes fluttered opened as I woke up from such a restful sleep, and I saw a wall. I turned on my side so I could finally see Sylar, a smile plastered on my lips, but I saw I was in my room. Confusion splashed into my brain, making me start to wonder if I just dreamed it all up, just like all the rest of the dreams.
Suddenly my phone on the bedside table shrilled into life just then, startling me out of my wits. I rolled my eyes and grabbed at it groggily. "Hello?" I asked into the white holding piece, impatiently, wanting to go back 2 sleep and dream of Sylar once more.
"So how did it go last night?" Christina's light cheery voice answered and it just made me wonder if I just fell asleep after they left last night.
"Umm . . ." I started dumbly, as I sat up in bed and barely noted the twinge of pain in between my legs.
"What? Did something go wrong? What happened! Tell me!!!" She demanded urgently.
I took a deep breath, that seemed to last forever, and took the plunge. "I don't know if I fell asleep after you guys left or not. Cause I think I was dreaming the whole thing up. . ." And of course while I said this, all I could think of is Sylar's kisses, and his wet tongue touching my lips. Ugh! I got to stop thinking.
"Oh sugar . . ." she giggled wildly. "You left alright . . . I saw you walk in that house. Marie and I stayed behind to make sure you did. And you did, honey." My eyes widened in surprise, it did all happen!!! So you going to tell me what happened or what? Sounds like it got intense." With that said, I blushed pink. She didn't know the truth about it. I knew she was just joking, won't she be surprised. I giggled. "what? Tell me!" She demanded once more.
And I did and silence met me when I was finished. "Huh . . . I never expected that."
"Me neither."
"What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"I don't know. I know I'm going to try to figure out who he is, so I can love him totally and completely."
"Good luck honey. You're going to need it." I sat there for a moment thinking, when Christina chirped in my ear, "Maybe we can trick him or trap him!" And of course my thoughts were leading to that very thing.
~~~That Night~~~
"So how are we going to trick him?" Marie asked tentatively.
Christina only grinned. "First we need to know what he's like." She then turned to me, "Tell us every thing! What he's like, what you know of him and so forth!"
I blinked a few times from her bluntness, but started to think. I didn't even know how to begin. I looked around Marie's room for any clues that might stand out in my mind, but none came. I looked down at myself, in my pj's , which were a tank and sweat pants, and really thought about him.
"Okay . . . why don't we just start from the beginning? Just tell us, what happened! Like, when it first began . . . and everything!" She turned to Marie slightly and said, "I'm just dying to know what happened in the school's pool!" They both giggled at that, I only glared at them and smiled sheepishly.
"Well . . . umm . . ." I started, "It's a long story." I giggled and told them everything, and I mean everything. When I finished they were holding each other's hands and stared at me in awe. "So he's sweet, considerable, stubborn . . . and he loves me." I giggled once more.
Christina blinked, sighed and finally said, "Wow, you really have fallen head over heels in love with him. Well, we got a lot of work to do!"
"Okay . . . well, let's work with his description." Marie reached behind her and grabbed her notebook underneath her cotton violet bed. She wrote something down on random sheet of paper as she asked, "What's his hair and eye color? Lean, muscular, short, tall, what?"
"Umm . . . light dark hair . . ." I giggled foolishly. "Bluish-green eyes, tall, lean and muscular, but not that muscular. Not like body-builder." I answered and she wrote some more notes down.
"But yet he could lift you and carry you up the stairs? Yeah . . . okay." Christina didn't believe me.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"How much do you weigh?"
"A hundred and thirty-six pounds. Are you trying to say, I'm fat?" My eyes were wide with disbelief and teasing. I was about to throw a tan and light purple pillow at her when someone at the door knocked.
"Come in!" Marie giggled out.
Sly opened the door the rest of the way and strode in. "so who's fat?" he asked with his brow quirking up.
I rolled my eyes and glared evilly at Christina. "Nobody." I answered.
"Hey! Could you help us out?" Marie asked him quietly.
"Sure. What's up baby Marie?" He asked with a smile and plopped down between Marie and me.
"Well Casey has been having guy troubles and well . . . is trying to figure out who this guy is. But we can't figure out his identity. Help?"
"So this is the Sylar problem?" He looked up at me, then down at the notes Marie wrote. "Light-dark hair? What does that mean?" He glanced around at us.
I answered, "Well, everytime I see him, he's in shadow, so . . . I don't really know." I looked down, embarrassed.
He sighed. "Hmm. . . what about this muscular stuff?" He looked up at me again, a question and a dare in his eyes.
Wait a minute! A dare?
"Well, he was able to carry her up the stairs without breaking a sweat! So he has to be pretty damn muscular!" Christina said to him, while my eyes shot ice darts at her.
"So this is where the fatness came in?" He chuckled to himself. "Well, feel how strong I am." He flexed his arm and we all felt his bicep. All of us, of course, could tell he was strong. But how strong was the question.
"This doesn't mean you can carry casey up the stairs and down!" Christina pointed out to him.
"You want to bet?" He challenged.
"Without breaking a sweat! You're on!" Her eyes gleamed with malious glee.
"Whoa! Wait a minute! Why does it have to be me?" I shouted t defuse their plan, as Sly stood ready.
"Because it was you with Sylar, remember?" Christina laughed.
"Ugh!" With that, Sly helped me up from the bedroom floor.
"ready?" he asked sweetly.
"Ready when you are." My sentence rose to a sqeak as he picked me up. I glared at Christina and Marie over Sly's shoulder and I saw they were grinning from ear to ear. Sly then carried me down his house's stairs and carried me right back up again. I was amazed he was like Sylar, he didn't break a sweat. He dropped me on my feet in front of my jaw-opened friends. Now it was I who was grinning.
I shrugged off a chill and realized that Sly had made me comfortable and relaxed in his arms. I never felt that before expect for Sylar. I then looked back at Sly and wondered.
"Girls!" Sly's and Marie's mom peeked her head out of the kitchen door yelled. "The pizzas are here!"
"Oh!" Christina and Marie both exclaimed and ran downstairs.
I waited up for Sly and asked, "So . . . were you born muscular or did you have to build it?" I was curious, and flirty. I couldn't help but smile.
He chuckled and answered, "It's on my father's side of the family. They're all tall and muscular. I really don't have to build it, because it's already there. But I do sometimes go to the gym to tone it." He explained as he walked down the stairs with me.
