Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Welcome to Thelo ❯ My promise to Myself ( Chapter 2 )

Okay lessee what's on Sir Ed's agenda...

1) Okay, I just want to explain why this chapter will be bad. Yesterday (Saturday), I spent the whole day typing chapter 2 of this story. I was going to post at 2 am, HOWEVER, the silver dust cover of my floppy came off, and my computer would not open the story. So I LOST THE FIRST COPY CAUSE I DIDN'T BACK IT UP! So just I'd like to apologize ahead of time for this chapter!

2) Sir Ed would like to thank you for taking the time to write such wonderful nice reviews. They all just made my day. Please keep on writing them! Thanks again *deep deep bow*

3) Disclaimer: Sir Edward does not own CB, in French that means Sir Ed n'a pas Cowboy Bebop, in pig latin: BC nwo ton seod drawdE riS, in Spanish...eh u get the picture.

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Chapter 2: My Promise to Myself.

I couldn't move, my head kept on shouting 'Get away ! Go! Say something!', but I just couldn't. My heart had climbed to my throat and I could hear it pounding in my head. Good job, Faye, pure genius. Come on feet move, come on mouth, speak!

I AM SO SCREWED! SOOOOOOO SCREWED!

The guy just smirked and pulled the sketchbook out of my hands, then preceded to shove all the books that were on to the table into his book bag. Finally I found the words to say.

"Are those your books?" The guy stopped, and turned around. He was tall and lanky, with green messy hair, brown eyes, and an olive complexion. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. His overall looked simple, but something about that made him cute. I'm sure many a girls dream about a date with him, that is, until HE OPENED UP HIS DAMN SARCASTIC MOUTH!

"Nah, these aren't my books, they just have name written on the front cover." His smirk seemed to match his laughing eyes.

Now let me explain something to, when somebody is so rude to me when I am completely caught of guard, example: right now, I can get really pissed off and say some pretty mean things to the other person.

My fists were clenched and my green eyes were snapping with anger, "Well, excuse me, I wasn't the idiot that left their books here."

He dropped his book bag and walked closer to me, " Me, the idiot? Your the one who thought it was okay to go looking through my sketchbook. Didn't you ever hear of invasion of privacy?"

"I was looking for a phone number, haven't you ever heard of being a good citizen?!" By this time our voices were rising far above the "Library voice".

"Oh of course, because my phone number is definitely in the middle of my sketchbook in one of my favorite drawings."

"You asshole!"

"Bitch."

"Lunkhead!"

"Whore!"

"Dumbass!"

"EXCUSE ME!"

We both were interrupted by that voice and turned to and screamed, "WHAT?!"

The library went from the normal soft buzzing of people's voices to dead silent. The 'ahem' came from the head librarian, who was now looking over spectacles and tapping her high heeled foot on the carpet. "I am giving both of you three, I repeat, three seconds to close your mouths or else you both will receive after school detentions. Three."

"But he-"

"It's all her-"

"Two."

I growled and gather up my books. It's all his fault! That little bastard almost got me a detention! And on the first day of school! I made my way to one of the exits as I watched the guy exit from another exit.

What a Goucho!

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Ah, history, my favorite subject. Finally something other than that idiot boy.

As I entered the room, I heard someone call my name and wave me over.

"Electra? I didn't know you are in this class!"

Electra smiled, "Yeah, I am. The teacher is awesome. His name is Mr. Black and my brother had him freshman year as well. Oh and I think my friend Sp-Faye is something wrong?"

Now, I'm a very expressive person most of the time, so when I'm feeling pissed off I'll tell you why. Like now. "I had THE worst lunch on the planet!"

Electra only nodded for me to continue. Has she really only known me for one day? It feels like we have known each other forever.

"So I was reading in the library in the, right? I then I found this sketchbook, and decided to look through it to find a number. The pictures will beautiful and all, but then I met the artist AND HE WAS A TOTAL ASSHOLE! Sarcastic, rude, a complete lunkhead. So we got to raising our voices, and that completer dickhead got ME kicked OUT OF THE LIBRARY!!!"

I was panting now as she gave me the oddest look I have ever seen, before mumbling to herself, "This guy sounds really familiar."

"What?"

"Oh forget it. Besides I'm sure the guy feels like a total loser now.," she said before her face suddenly changed to surprise and happiness, "Oh there you are, the bells about to ring. Here I have someone to introduce you to. Spike Speigel meet Faye Valentine."

I smiled and turned, a friendly "Hi, nice to meet you," began to escape my lips but stopped when I saw a pair of chocolate eyes...

Brown Eyes.

Lanky body

Annoying smirk

AND THAT DAMN HAIR.

"YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" We both jumped back as if we had touched hot coals.

I growled, " Me? Me! I'm in this class!"

"Well, so am I!" No! No! This is like my worst nightmare coming true!

Electra sighed as she leaned her head on her hand, "Faye, I'm assuming that the lunkhead who was an asshole to you is Spike Speigel." My only response to her question was the deepening of my scowl.

Spike turned to her, "Me the asshole, this...girl went looking through my sketchbook!"

"I told you I was looking for a name!"

"In one of the pictures. As If!"

"Listen, If you weren't such a dumbass to leave your books on a random desk, we wouldn't be in this problem! This is all your fault!"

Electra laughed nervously, "Um...guys, class has started and Mr. Black kind of wants y'all to quiet down now...actually never mind this is way to much fun to watch."

Spike slammed his book down on my desk, "Just admit it you did something wrong and you were a bitch about it."

"Hell no! I did nothing wrong!"

"Ok, Spike and...Faye, please stop arguing or I'm going to-"

"I can't stand you!"

"Well same here!"

"Hey..."

"You are a complete moron, and you have no clue how to treat a girl!"

"Girl, what girl? Last time I checked I was arguing with a spoiled-"

"THAT IS ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU TAKE YOUR SEATS NOW!"

We now realized the third party in the argument and turned to face a Mr. Black who I could have sworn had steam coming out of his ears.

"If you guys do not stop arguing this instant I will give you both after school detentions. Is that clear?"

O,O *nod*

O,O *nod*

Mr. Black sighed and mumbled, "Oh man, I really hope it isn't like this for the rest of the year," before turning to the board to continue class."

I heard Electra giggle and turn back to her notebook as Spike and I continued our who-has-the-deadliest-death-glare-staring contest for the rest of the class.

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The bell for dismissal shrieked as I finished my warm up lap around the field. My last class was music, and the teacher was nice enough to let us leave early. This year in music they teach us about notes and stuff instead of making us sing. Which is lucky for me because I sing off-key. Not that bad but I can still hear it.

I sat down on the green grass and began to stretch. It was a hot day and I could feel the beads of sweat begin to form. I stretched out my legs before running another lap around the field. Then back down to the ground to stretch.

I've played soccer since I was about seven years old. My mom decided that I had so much energy that the only way to put it to use was by playing a sport. Once I started playing the sport, my coach put me on defense. I haven't stopped playing since.

I love the feeling of a game, the way you can't hear anything but your teammates' voices, the sound of pummeling feet coming towards of you, the way your mind moves as you think out your next movement.

During the fall I play soccer, then in the winter I don't know what I'm going to do, but in the spring I'll do track. I love to run.

I finished stretching just as Coach Gordan arrived. He smiled and clapped his hands, "Okay girls, let's do a mile jog and then we will start practice."

I heard many girls groan in protest to the run, but after receiving no pity from the coach, they all began the jog. I smiled as I made my way down the paved trail that wrapped around the school. I smiled at some of the girls as I passed them. Eventually my steps lightened and before I knew it, I was flying down the course, the running finally affecting me like it usually did.

Maybe this day will end on a good note, off key of course.

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"Charlemagne was king of the Franks, and helped education flourish during his reign. Done!"

I slammed my pencil down and put my history binder into my bookbag. It was only 4:45 and I had finished all of my homework. Okay, so it was the first day of school, but heck it is nice to finish homework early, isn't it?

I could smell my mom's cooking as it slowly entered my room. Mmm...Lasagna, possibly one of my favorite dishes. That and Chinese food. Can't get enough of that.

I slipped on my sneakers and walked downstairs, my mom was over a new kind of stew she was testing. She muttered, "Yeah, needs some more salt," and then proceeded to stir the stew.

"Hey mom, how is the restaurant coming along?"

My mom smiled, she really was beautiful. Her hair was a darker shade of my purple, almost black, it was cut short with her bangs hanging in front of her face, and she had blue eyes. "It's coming along slowly, they just redid the stairs and the floors. It wasn't that bad actually. Do want to come help me this weekend with the painting?"

I nodded, "Yeah, sure."

"How's school?"

I decided not to tell my mom about the whole library incident, I didn't need her to worry, "Oh school was good, I met a really cool girl named Electra. Hey, I think I'm going to go to the playground across the street, what time will dinner be ready."

"Oh, let me see...it's 4:30 right now...I'd give 35 minutes. Do you have your cell phone?"

I nodded, patting the pocket in which my cell phone was placed, waved goodbye, and walked out the door. It was still sunny outside, although you get this feeling that dusk will soon spread its fingers among the sky. The playground was across the street, and children still filled the bridges and bars and the playground, the parents watching from wooden benches, occasionally calling out a warning.

I moved across the playground, the soft wooden chips crunching under my feet. Ahead of me I noticed the jungle gym, a weave of bars that towered over all the other stations, a challenge that every child tried to do, a.k.a: a wonderful torture device.

As I walked past the kids that seemed to surround the jungle gym, I heard their whisper, their dares to climb the tower. Some of the dared kids would laugh nervously and shake their heads, other kids would jut their chin out and say, "Yeah I'll do it, watch me."

I chuckled, I was the kid who when dared would climb the jungle gym. I remember it, the way I had climbed what them seemed to be a never ending cliff, I remember hearing the bets on candy made below, and I'll never forget the feeling when I reached the top of that jungle gym. The wind combed away my wild free hair from my face, and I felt like I could fly, just jump off that hunk of metal, spread my wings, and fly. Of course, my foot slipped and I ended up breaking my leg, and I probably got the worst scolding of my life, but I never did forget that feeling of being on that jungle gym.

I found an old wooden bench and sat down, watching all the kids run around. I noticed one girl with flaming red hair, her arms and legs wiggling as if they had no bones. She wore a pair of biking shorts, a loose white tank, and wore a pair of green goggles. What an odd girl...

"Hey."

WHY?! WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I'M CAUGHT OFF GUARD HE HAS TO APPEAR?! WHY?!

"Woah," Spike's hands came up in a peace way after receiving my glare, "I didn't come here to argue, I came here to make peace."

Wait, am I talking with the same Spike a before. Whatever happened to the sarcastic jackass? I smirked, "Oh, so you are going to admit you were wrong."

Spike rolled his eyes, "Listen, we were both wrong, and if we keep on going at it like this, we're both going to cause destruction in the history room. Deal?" He stuck out his lean hand.

I eyed him suspiciously, but decided to for once trust someone. My hand gripped his, and the peace treaty was sealed.

We sat there for a few moments, both silent, before I decided I needed to know more about this guy. I turned to him and smiled, "Well, I guess if we are going to be friends then we need to know a little about each other."

Spike gave me a confused look before scratching his head. "Like what?"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh I don't know, how did you meet Electra?"

"Um, well, let's see, I think we became friends in like Kindergarten. We both were huge troublemakers and often shared the same time out. After a while we kind of made an alliance and became partners in crime."

"That must have caused quite a commotion."

Spike smirked, "You have no idea."

Spike actually lives two houses down from me, and is a pretty nice guy. We ended up talking for 35 minutes before I checked my watch and told I had to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

I walked across the street, and made my way to my house, my mom's dinner greeting me once I walked in.

Spike is a nice guy, and seems rather charming. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not in love with the guy. And I'll never be. Over the years a sort of promise has formed inside of me. I'll never fall in love. You place all this trust and love into one being and in the end you're bruised. So why should I even go through that? I've seen what comes out of love, and personally I haven't seen anything good.

It's a promise I've made to myself.

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YAY! CHAPTER 2 IS FINISHED! Well there really isn't that much to say now! R&R and go eat some ice cream! bye bye!