Love...Scott/Hope
(Told From Scott's Point Of View)
Training Together; Man, that's always been crazy...
Hope is trying to teach me how to kick then duck, without landing on my ass...
Mostly she's throwing me on my ass.
"Up!" She kicks me in the chest, "Then duck!" She bends the knee of the leg she didn't just kick me with, the other one going straight out.
"Helpful," I roll my eyes, "Except I know what to do, I just can't do it!"
"Then keep trying," she gets up.
Crap.
Working together isn't so bad!
Hope has been explaining why growing past my regular size is so exhausting, but I'm completely zoned out, she's just so...
Wow...
It's hard to focus when she's talking some times, especially when I don't know the words she's using.
"Scott!" She yells at me.
"I was listening! I swear!" I cry, "Do you...smell something?"
"Your shirt!" I look to my sleeve to find it caught fire from one of the chemical warmer thingy.
"Oh My God I'm On Fire!!!"
I uh...I can't tell you about the “other stuffing” cause...this is a family place...
But it's great, she's a--"Crap!"
"What are you doing?" Hope crosses her arms.
"Absolutely nothing!"
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