The Soap.. :D
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Peyton didn't like Josh. He was to touchy-feely. She bit her lip and nodded.
"I guess we do. But, do we know where he is?" She asked. She sat on the couch next to Bella, the youngest of the flock. -
"Of course. He's in Paris...you know him, he always needs romance in the air. No doubt the reason why he chose to hide in France." Lena loved Josh. Not in the touchy way, but as a brother. Losing Josh, would mean losing hope, something Lena couldn't live without. Though Josh liked Peyton, Lena couldn't help but be annoyed: he's so lovable, how can she NOT like him?
Lena goes to Lilly, her only biological sister left, and pats her head. "Besides, even if we didn't know, we'd be able to find him, with Lilly's tracking gift and all. No worries" -
Peyton sighed.
"But he's so freaking touchy-feely. I mean, and he likes me. How can he like me? Lena, your prettier, I don't get it." She realized what she was saying. "Sorry, I just got off topic..." Peyton closed her eyes and a layed her head back. -
Lena smirked. "Josh doesn't like me because I'm too impersonal. Really, do I look like a god damn romantic to you? No. He likes you for your flair. You have a certan je-ne-sais-quoi, as the French would put it. Besides, you're the likable one."
Lena knew that there was only one boy who was right for her: Roger. He loved her, and she loved him. But, him being a Witecoat and all basically ruined their chances.
"Besides, what's NOT to like about you? I'm surprised anyone would like us, considering Sonia and all."
Leana glanced at Sonia, that golden-haired beauty who's power was -- dare I say it-- to appear as the incarnation as the Goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite. Talk about slim chances when competing with her. -
Peyton laughed, looking at Sonia. Her face was flushed red.
"Yea, I guess... But, oh, I don't know. I'm just so overwhelmed. With all of this. We need a freaking break." She said sitting up and looking around her flock. "Sometimes, I feel as though I shouldn't be the leader..." -
"A break? A freaking break? No, we don't need a break: what we need is a strategy. Running and hiding isn't helping, is it?"
Lena was nervous, but she never showed it. She wasn't the type to display her emotions across her face, for the world to see.
"And why shouldn't you be leader? You give them hope: that's what matters. Besides, you have me to keep you from going mad, if that helps." -
"Yea, yea. Okay, we need a stratedy. Running isn't helping, and we aren't really hiding. They know where we are because of that stupid tracking chip they put in me at birth, remember?" She held out her wrist and pointed to the spot where the tracking chip was. "And, me going crazy is the least of our proble-" She didn't finish because there was banging from upstairs. She heard Brandon, another flock member, from upstairs scream. There were voices, deep ones. Peyton looked at Lena with wide eyes and ran upstairs.
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Lena runs alongside Peyton, wondering who could be at the top of the stairs. As they enter the room where the they heard the voices, they see three men: Two tall and dangerous, one short and mysterious. Or should I say one boy and two men: Lena recognized the shorter one immediately.
Roger.
"Welcome to our lovely home, Mr., Mr. and Mr. Now, if you don't mind, would you get the f--- out?"
Lena automatically uses her abilities to control the wind, throwing the Whitecoats back, letting them fall out the open window. Roger, on the other hand, remains stationary. -
Peyton stared at Roger, then at Lena.
"Sh-it." She looked around. "Um, where in the hell is Brandon?" She shouted. Brandon was the 16 year old boy. Brandon liked Peyton also. Which can get pretty annoying.
No one answered her question. She hated that.
"WHERE THE HELL IS BRANDON?!" She shouted louder, looking around the room. -
"Oh, Ms. Forgetful, I remember you." Roger smirked. "I also remember Brandon's ability: invisibility, correct? He won't answer you, anyways: he's to shocked to speak, after seeing my perfect face." Roger, the sarcastic one. Another thing Lena loved about him.
"Shut up, Roger. Just...go. Please, why would you do this? Once upon a time, you were a part of us." Lena was hurt, even she couldn't hide it. -
Peyton narrowed her eyes and pinned Roger against the wall.
"You sick creep." She backed up and shouted, "Brandon, you come out from hiding. NOW." nd sure enough, Brandon come out with a freaked out expression on his face.
Peyton smirked at Roger. -
"I'm right, as always. Seems like nothing's changed." Roger winked at Peyton, which, beleive it or not, had a great effect on Lena.
"Oh Roger, that's where you're wrong: everything's chsnged. You being a no-good traitor and all kinda runied everything." Lena kept her voice steady and dangerous, something she was extremely good at.
Roger turned over, pinning Peyton against the wall. "Really, Lena? No good? Now, even you aren't that great a liar." He took Peyton and twirled her around, leaving her dazed. "Tell me, Elena, how does this make you feel?" He continued twirling her in that classic, charming way of his.
"It makes me want to kick your ass for calling me Elena." Lena took a few steps towards Roger, using the wind to blow Peyton away from his grasp. -
Peyton fell to the floor. Brandon rushed over and knelt beside her.
"Peyton?" He said.
"What? I'm not dead or anything." She snapped. She sighed and got up, looking at Roger.
"Leave my house now, Roger. Before I snap your freaking neck." She said coolly. -
"Oh, Peyton: Nobody's stupid enough to break this work of art," he said, gesturing towards himself, "not even you." He walked towards her, arms open. "Now how about a hug, for old times sake? Mr. Irresistable has missed you."
"Don't touch her!" Lena screamed running towards him and pinning him against the floor.
"Ooh, feisty, aren't you?" He flinged her off, and out the window. -
"LENA!" Peyton and Brandon yelled at the same time. Peyton turned to Roger.
"You sick b------!" She punched his eye and kicked him where it counts. Brandon had flung himself out the window to catch Lena.
Peyton pulled out a gun and pointed it at Roger.
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