I took a long deep breath as I stood outside Wanda's bedroom door, my hands shaking as I ran through all of my rehearsed words, lightly pulling down my cropped tank top before lifting my fist up just as the door flew open, clearly making Wanda jump as her abilities encased her hands.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked quickly.
"Sorry I was just about to knock," I laughed slightly.
"You've been stood here for 10 minutes, I thought I heard someone," she replied, dropping her arms down to her side.
"I was- I was waiting for-"
She nodded, "yeah I'll go for drinks, where are we going?"
"What?"
"Thats what you're waiting to ask, right?" she smiled slowly.
I nodded slowly.
"Then yes," she smiled back, "give me a few minutes to get ready."
"Okay," I exhaled with a smile of my own.
"Is this like a friendship thing ..."
I felt my smile grow as I shook my head, "I'd like to take you on a date if that's all right with you?"
"That's all right with me," she laughed out her nose with a nod, "do you want to come in, I won't be long."
I nodded and stepped inside, looking around at the light purple decor, a guitar on the left hand side next to her TV with a few Haim posters on the other wall.
"You play guitar?" I asked, running my finger lightly over her shelves as she made her way to her wardrobe.
"I started learning when I was younger, thought I could pick it up again as I don't really have anything to do when we're not training," she replied, throwing a pair of black baggy jeans on her bed.
"I always wanted to play an instrument," I told her.
"Maybe I could teach you when I'm confident enough," she smiled sweetly as I turned to look at her while she pulled her leggings down to put on her jeans, her eyes on the task at hand until she looked up and realised I was staring at her.
My eyes quickly shot back to the photos on her shelf and she laughed slightly.
"What do you do when we're not training? Apart from being a pain in the ass that is," she smiled teasingly as our eyes met again.
"Ballet," I answered quickly.
"Ballet? You?" She checked, raising her brows as she put a leather jacket on over her black top.
I nodded, "for as long as I can remember."
"I can't see it," she laughed out her nose, "you don't seem like the type to do ballet."
"Why's that?" I smirked, hands on my hips.
She shook her head slowly, "I dont know, I had you pegged as a writer or something."
"Definitely not creative enough for that," I laughed slightly, "you ready?"
She nodded and looked around her room once more, patting her pockets before looking back at me and smiling.
"I think I'm ready, do I need anything?" She asked.
"We're going to a bar, what would you need?" I laughed out my nose.
"I don't know, do you have your knives on you?"
"I always have my knives on me, that's an unfair example," I smirked, opening her bedroom door, "let's go."
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The Prophecy
Fanfiction"I'm not a good person," I told her, my hands on her shoulders, "I've done things you can't even imagine, you don't want to love someone like me." "I can't help it," she laughed out her nose, searching the both of my eyes with a small smile, "I wish...