Hey everyone! So, unfortunately, this is the last chapter. I made it extra long- there is no episode of RvB but rather a trailer. I wasn't going to spend nearly 12 mintues that would turn into near in hour is I tried to convert that into words. But I made up for it with a song thrown in there.One more thing-I changed a word in the song because I didn't want to get bashed for putting it on my story. Enjoy!
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(Christian, about a year and a day after being brought back to his home dimension and time)
"Here you go, one novel is checked out to your name.", I said with a small smile as I handed the book to a pretty redhead with honey-hazel eyes. The woman's ruby red lips curled into a smile as she blushed. 'Oh, no, another one?', I thought in annoyance. "So, are you free tonight, handsome?", she asked with a wink and bending ever so slightly so that I saw a generous amount of cleavage. Her tone of voice was a sickeningly flirtatious.
Internally, I cringed at the woman's perfume-it was stinking up my personal space. She wore a blue short-sleeved polo shirt and khaki dress pants with shoes to match. "Sorry, but he also has night shift.", said another female voice.
This woman had jet black hair, and jade green eyes. Her lips were small, pouty, and a bit pink. She had small breasts, a thin body, and she was very much like South when it came to her ass. She had on a 'AC/DC' tee-shirt and basketball shorts with ankle socks and sneakers. I blushed as I thought, 'South...', and said, "That is true, so I'm sorry, but I will have to respectfully decline your offer."
The redhead snarled as she jabbed a finger to the raven haired woman. I sighed for the umpteeth time today. "You either take your book and go, or I will call the police for harassment charges.", I said in a seriously calm tone with a drop of killing intent directed to the redhead. They both froze visibly and the redhead grabbed the book and stuttered, "Y-you haven't seen the last of me!" I snorted as she ran as fast as her legs could into a busy street.
All a sudden, there was an accident on Blanding Boulevard with a dead redhead. "You are one scary guy, Christian.", stated the raven-haired woman. I retorted, "Be that as it may, just be glad that I was able to get you a part-time job here, Cortana."
"I thought I told you to call me 'Anna'."
"I thought that I didn't care much."
I stood up and tossed the keys to Cortana. I gathered my motorcycle keys and told her, "Lock the place up. Call me or George if you get into a hairy situation." She nodded as I walked out the Library door. I walked through the calm parking lot and found an all black custom Harley Davidson. The handles weren't raised nor were they lowered on the front wheel.
There was a single headlight on the cycle. The bike itself was very sleek, with two side bags to hold things in. I inserted the keys into the front of it. I turned them and the ride roared out it's ignition. I pushed forward after I put on my helmet that covered my face and pulled the orchid visor down.
(Paint Shop, few moments later)
"You sure that's what you want to do with the bike?", asked the autobody artist. I nodded. He sighed and said, "It'll be a few hours until it's done." I nodded again silently. I flipped a switch on my helmet and saw the dark blue glowing symbol for Bluetooth. I smirked. ' It's good to know people who can implement Bluetooth into bike helmets along with headphone speakers.', I thought.
