I Need a Hero (Lani)
Feb 7, 2012 18:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Adrianna Carstyn on Feb 7, 2012 18:28:10 GMT -5
It'd been a while since she'd gone out to the club. Being cooped up in her dorm to avoid life had become her hobby. Running was different, she'd gone out running to strengthen her ankle. And had hoped to avoid social interaction. In the end, she'd had little success with that. But it wasn't all bad. She'd met someone who was nice and understood things a lot better than she expected anyone to. And she had helped him understand his power better. It could have been worse. She had gotten lucky with him and maybe developed a bit of a crush. (Shh, she doesn't know that yet.)
Adrianna needed to get out. Away from her depression. Things with Craven were okay, but not the same. She couldn't go to him to talk. She couldn't bring up any other guy around him. He was being difficult so she hadn't hung out with him much. Not that he enjoyed clubbing much anyway. Robbie was a possibility, but she doubted he'd want to deal with her psychotic mood swings. She was at a loss of people to hang out with.
Then she remembered the recent contact that had been put in her phone. One Lani Hunter.
Since she'd met him, they'd texted a few times when she was bored and even talked on the phone after she discussed her mother's illness with the at-home nurse. He was helping her through the news that just kept getting worse it seemed. Having dealt with something similar, he had helped more than anyone else would have. They had a good friendship, more understanding than intimate, which was entirely new for her. And she was ready to tell him more about her life. Her past in particular. They often discussed small things, such as favorite colors and foods. Nothing more had come up. But she was ready for more.
So, she sent him a text asking if he'd like to hang out in the club district with her. It was unlikely that he'd even say yes. And when he did, she nearly dropped her phone out of shock.
Adrianna had taken her time getting ready. Her hair had taken a long time to do considering she was used to straightening it rather than letting it fall in waves down her back with a thick clip pulling it back out of her face. She had yet to find a jacket, but didn't really have time to. The knock on the door indicated that he was early and in her nervousness, she'd forgotten the jacket altogether. They headed to the club and she sat fidgeting the whole way. Every once in a while she'd glance at him, itching to reach out and touch his hand. But unbelievably, she didn't. Yet.
Adrianna needed to get out. Away from her depression. Things with Craven were okay, but not the same. She couldn't go to him to talk. She couldn't bring up any other guy around him. He was being difficult so she hadn't hung out with him much. Not that he enjoyed clubbing much anyway. Robbie was a possibility, but she doubted he'd want to deal with her psychotic mood swings. She was at a loss of people to hang out with.
Then she remembered the recent contact that had been put in her phone. One Lani Hunter.
Since she'd met him, they'd texted a few times when she was bored and even talked on the phone after she discussed her mother's illness with the at-home nurse. He was helping her through the news that just kept getting worse it seemed. Having dealt with something similar, he had helped more than anyone else would have. They had a good friendship, more understanding than intimate, which was entirely new for her. And she was ready to tell him more about her life. Her past in particular. They often discussed small things, such as favorite colors and foods. Nothing more had come up. But she was ready for more.
So, she sent him a text asking if he'd like to hang out in the club district with her. It was unlikely that he'd even say yes. And when he did, she nearly dropped her phone out of shock.
Adrianna had taken her time getting ready. Her hair had taken a long time to do considering she was used to straightening it rather than letting it fall in waves down her back with a thick clip pulling it back out of her face. She had yet to find a jacket, but didn't really have time to. The knock on the door indicated that he was early and in her nervousness, she'd forgotten the jacket altogether. They headed to the club and she sat fidgeting the whole way. Every once in a while she'd glance at him, itching to reach out and touch his hand. But unbelievably, she didn't. Yet.