Hola! (Insert the Spanish 'How are you' here since it won't let me.)

FUN FACT ABOUT GRACE: Grace has been having a Pokemon addiction for two weeks and has been watching it on Netflex like it's the best thing in the world. Yet Grace can't remember some of the names of the Pokemon. Beware of Grace's constant talk about Pokemon.

Enjoy!

Edited.

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I sometimes wonder what it's like to be a dragon. How it is to soar through the air and have wings, scales and all. 

Even if I can ride a dragon to fly, I'm not a dragon myself so it really isn't the same. I want to expeirience the way a dragon sees, how it feels in the air, what it hears and smells.

"...answer?" Mom says.

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes several times to snap myself from my trance.

Mom sighed. "Your answer, Faye."

"Oh.." I look down at the problem on the lined paper, untouched and yet to be worked out. "Um.."

Mom shook her head, irked. "Please, sweetheart, pay attention. You still need education even though you aren't in school.

"I am getting education from the TTC."

"I meant regular education. Not including training and dragons."

I frowned at her. What's the difference? I do my math when I measure armor or blades, I do my reading when I read the Handbook and other stuff like that. I get my science when I expieriment with dragon posions and healing postions, and I get my P.E. when I train with swords and Leto. 

"It counts, though," I told her, "I go to the TTC every other day for eight hours a day."

"I know." She closed the textbook she found online. "But that does not mean you can stop your high school education."

"But this is just as important."

She frowned back at me and shook her head. "I know for you it is."

I glare at her. "Why can't I just go to the TTC?"

She sighed and glanced at the clock. "Well the session is over, so.."

I get up, grinning. "Thanks Mom!"

I go over and hug her, and she chuckles. "Don't wear yourself out!"

"No promises!" I call back, closing the door.

***

Five hours later, I step into the shower at home and wash off all the sweat and muck. Once I get out I put my wet hair into a tight bun and wrap my towel around me. I really didn't want to leave the steam-filled bathroom, because it felt nice. But I also wanted to read for a while. So I regretfully open the door and walk out, I start to walk to my closet when I hear a low chuckle.

"Jesus Christ!" I jump, turning around to glare at whoever was in my room. 

Of course, it was Jackson.

"What. The. Hell?" I grumble at him, making sure my towel was wrapped tightly around me before crossing my arms.

He chuckled again, which made my insides melt. Damn hormones.

"Just thought I'd come to talk to you. But you were in the shower so I decided to wait."

"Right." I roll my eyes. "Now shoo. I need to get dressed."

He was in front of me within seconds, his hands around my covered waist. His lips nearly touched mine. "Why? I've seen you like this before."

I glare at him, despite my shaking hands. "Because a girl needs her privacy once in a while, stupid."

His lips brush my neck. Good god, good god, good freaking god. I bit my lip and craned my neck, his lips pressing gentle kisses down it slowly.

I hate hormones. That's what I blame this on. Hormones. God damnit.

His lips were on my shoulder now, his breath wavering down my bare shoulders. I shivered with delight and felt goosebumps on my back. "You're amazing."

"You're an asshole," I whisper back, trying to not lose sense. 

"You're beautiful," he murmured this time, his lips brushing my cheeks. Then they landed on my lips. I groaned and wrapped my bare arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss. 

I felt like I wanted him, but at the same time I wasn't ready. I sigh and pull away. "I need to get dressed."

Looking as dazed as I felt he nods and turns around, steadying himself on the bed post. I walk to my closet and get dressed, the lingering touch of his lips on my neck, shoulders, and lips. 

I pad over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek into his shoulder. "I love you."

He turns to face me, his forehead resting against mine. "I love you too."

******

"So you didn't do it," Lucy said, playing with Quince's fingers thoughtfully.

"Well, no," I reply, resting my head on her shoulder. I missed hanging out with Lucy and Quince, but Quince and i have been training and haven't had time to hang out all together.

She snorts with laughter, and Quince hits her shoulder. "That's not nice, Luce."

She smirked at Quince. "I've known her for years. I get to make fun of her."

"You're supposed to support her," Quince retorted, chin on Lucy's shoulder. "Not make fun of her."

"That's Lucy's way of support, though," I said to Quince.

"Thank you." Lucy wrapped her arm around me.

Quince scowled playfully.

"Jealous?" Lucy teased.

"No," Quince said.

"Yes you are." She kissed Quince's cheek. "Don't worry, though, Faye totally belongs to Jackson. She's like my sister anyways."

"Too true," I agreed hugging Lucy.

Lucy smiled, patting my head. "Good Faye."

"I'm awesome, I know," I joked.

Quince laughs. "Nah. You're evil."

I gasp, my eyes wide. "That's not nice, you..you.."

Quince and Lucy raise an eyebrow at me. 

"I'll get back to you," I muttered, scowling down at my shoes.

They chuckled at me, much to my protest about not having a great comeback yet.

*********

"Can't you just try to make it stand still?" Jackson grumbled, his reigns on the horse tight.

"Trust the horse, you idiot."

"Horses hate me!" he protested.

"Nah, they just smell your fear."

******

Okay forgive how short this is, please. I know it's not good, I know it switches scenes, but right now I'm getting over writers block.

GASP. WRITERS BLOCK? ON THIS STORY?

Unfortunately, yes. I do plan on thinking of ideas to make my writers block go away.

READ THIS PLEASE:

I made a new story (Le sigh, I know) called Sacred Hearts. Please check it out when ch. 1 gets posted. :)