The run had felt good. All of the tension of the day had been left on the paved track with whatever could have been left to be washed away later in a hot shower. Now freshly showered and humming along to the music that blared in her headphones Angela decided to walk home; having hopped off the bus in the more metropolis area. Preferring to not ruin her good mood with having to deal with the bitch of her foster mother. All in all today was looking like it was going to be a good day...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">CRASH</span></span><br/><br/>The sound of a large window breaking managing to get through her headphones, as fate would deem it just when the song ended and another was queuing up. In a bit of shock she watched as the new odd looking feral from her class slid across the floor, apparently he had been what had shattered the window. There he sat on the floor working on composing himself when Cody followed after him from the diner, â€œWhat the fuck?â€ she swore aloud to herself, not expecting an answer but feeling the need to say something none the less.<br/><br/>Then a stick of man had Cody spun around and knocked out before anyone could so much as blink. The focus shifted from Cody to that weird feral and before Angela knew what she was doing her feet were moving and she found herself across the street kneeling beside Cody with Mitch. Poor kid was in a panic with his leader down, not sure what to do with himself or how he could help.<br/><br/>â€œGet out of here before the cops show up...I'll get him out of here...â€ she told him in a hushed tone as she draped Cody's arm across her shoulder before standing and lifting him with her. There were murmurs in the crowd about what she was doing and who was she? Yet she ignored them all as she focused on getting Cody out of there. Still not sure why she was even helping him in the first place? Perhaps it was because of their history? That a bit of the love she felt from him before was still there? Or maybe it was a matter of helping out a fellow human? Regardless of the reason she was helping him, she was though as she moved down the busy streets she realized that having a plan of some sort would have been a good idea. Well no time to sit and gripe about that, she needed to get them off the streets and give him a chance to recover without people bugging them. But where?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">One awkward bus ride and several blocks later...</span><br/><br/>Angela was resting with her back against the dampened post, a light breeze blowing through her hair as she looked out at the ocean from where they were hidden beneath the pier; Cody lay on the sand behind her. This place had been special to them, probably why it was the only place she could think of taking him. Certainly she could not have brought him home, that bitch would have called the cops on her for sure and while that would not have affected Cody with his parents connections, that would have been the end of her life. Even the option of his home was out of the question, while they knew Angela and would probably not have freaked out about seeing their son in such a state, they were never really hands on parents, something in her gut told her that Cody would rather not have to face them. So with little else presenting itself to her fate guided them to the one place where they use to spend a lot of time together. A place where they could be happy together without the world pressing down on them.<br/><br/>At the thought of all that this place meant to her a memory made her lips quirk into a small smile as a light blush graced her cheeks.<br/><br/>â€œThinking about our first kiss?â€ came the gruff voice of Cody from behind her.<br/><br/>Angela sighed and nodded, â€œUsually do when I come hereâ€<br/>â€œCan't believe you still come here....alone...kind of sadâ€ bitterness in his tone as he scoffed at her.<br/><br/>â€œ'Gee Angela thank you for saving me from the cops. I don't know how I could ever repay your kindness' 'Oh it was nothing Cody just helping out an old friend' 'Still thank you from the bottom of my heart'â€ she mocked a conversation between the two of them as she turned to look him in the eye before moving to grab her book bag. Though it was there that he reached out and caught her arm at the wrist, holding her till she looked up to meet his gaze once more.<br/><br/>â€œThanksâ€ he said to her softly.<br/><br/>Sighing Angela pulled lightly at her arm, to which he slowly released. Free from his grip her arms crossed as she hugged herself somewhat and gave a shrug, â€œLike I said no big deal....just helping an old friend...â€ eyes down cast to watch as her sneaker kicked up a bit of sand.<br/><br/>Cody clenched his fists then slowly unclenched them, â€œWhy do you do that?â€ tone still and controlled.<br/><br/>â€œDo what?â€ his tone making Angela look back at him.<br/><br/>â€œTHAT! JUST FUCKING BRUSH ME OFF LIKE I AM NOTHING!â€ he snapped suddenly. The anger in his tone making Angela uncross her arms and go on guard.<br/><br/>Taking a good look at him Angela now noticed how his pupils were still somewhat dilated, with the whites of his eyes tinged in redness. â€œCALM THE FUCK DOWN! DUMDASS TWEAKING AND SHIT! UNLIKE THAT BITCH FERAL I CAN AND WILL BREAK YOUR ARM YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON ME! UNDERSTAND?â€ her treat honest and sincere as she kept the eye contact with him until he stalked away to punch at the post she had but a few moments ago been resting against.<br/><br/>â€œCody, what is going on with you?â€ she asked after giving him a moment to pace and punch at the post a bit.<br/><br/>â€œLife! Whatelse?!â€ he said stopping to open his arms in a wide gesture, â€œMy whole fucking life! This place! My parents! Those disgusting ferals! Everything!â€<br/><br/>â€œSo you think drugs will make it better?â€ she asked him, her hands lowering though she continued to keep a cautious eye on him.<br/><br/>â€œYes...No...I don't know! But they make me feel good and they make me strongâ€ the last word accented with him raising his tightly clenched fists. â€œDid you see me throw that animal out that window? He was like a rag doll in my hands. Just some weak pathetic animal that I put in its proper placeâ€ his tone so off, so not like Cody, at least not the one that she knew.<br/><br/>â€œRight...and putting them in their place is now worth fucking up your body? I am betting you got that shit from some street dealer. You know what they put in that shit?â€ she asked him though she continued on without getting him a chance to respond.  â€œProbably shit that will kill you sooner rather then later. And for what? Just so you can toss a couple of fleabags out of windows? End up in jail or worst...â€ the sympathy and love she still felt for him evident in her voice.<br/><br/>â€œWorried about me huh Angel?â€ his voice taking on that tone that she remembered so fondly.<br/><br/>Sighing she turned from him, â€œWhy do you have to call me that? And say it like that?â€<br/><br/>â€œLike what Angel?â€ his somewhat breathy voice came from right behind her, the heat of it even being felt lightly against her neck.<br/><br/>Slowly she turned to look up into his eyes, the thought being to ask him when did he get so fast, but that question was forgotten when their bodies lightly grazed each other. When his hands came up to cup the sides of her face she could do nothing but stare at him, â€œI have missed youâ€ his tone making her knees weak. Before she could gather thoughts to speak his lips were against her own, instinct driving her actions as her arms went about his neck and she found herself kissing him back.<br/><br/>For how long the kiss lasted Angela was not sure, but it was about the time that her back hit the damp cold sand and hands began to roam that what small bit of sense was left managed to find its way to her voice.<br/><br/>â€œN..no...Cody...stop...â€ she said in a shaky tone as the kiss final broke, at least in regards to their lips.<br/><br/>â€œDon't be like that Angel...you know you don't want me to stop...â€ Cody said against her ear in a breathy tone, before his mouth went back to teasing her neck.<br/><br/>Angela had to stifle moan as she grabbed his shoulders and began to push him back, â€œNo...I meant it. Stopâ€ her voice holding force behind it.<br/><br/>Cody growled and pushed back against her, â€œHow about you stop being such a tease and just relax?!â€ he snapped back.<br/><br/>The anger and animal like tone to his voice made Angela panic as she realized he was still high and not really thinking straight. Getting her synthetic arm into a better position she gave a good push and got him up off her. Scrambling to her feet and getting her bag she slowly backed away from him Cody, â€œGet yourself home and sober Cody. This is not you....this is not....just get homeâ€ she said at last before she turned and ran, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes.<br/><br/>All the way home she ran, even when night fell upon the city fully she ran. She just wanted to be somewhere that she felt safe, where she could just cry in peace. Opening the door to what was her home she made a B-line for her room, fate blessing her with what would seem to be an empty home, if she had taken the time to notice. At that moment she did not care, all she wanted was to be in her room and just cry. Which is what she did once finally got in there? Door bolted shut, she dove onto her bed  to bury her face in her pillow and just cry.