Survival: The Escape
And we'll see...my target is 75k for this one...a bit steep but hopefully doable.He hurried over to her, slipping through the crowd as fast as he could. Her eyes lit up the moment she caught sight of his own.
“Hello!” she said, smiling brightly.
“Morning!” he said.
“I beat you to the Wake-Up today,” she said crossing her arms, a smug smile on her face.
“This is grave news indeed,” he said, a very serious look coming over his face,” I believe the world is going to end tomorrow.”
“Oh come on, I have woken up early before,” she protested, swatting him on the arm.
“No you haven’t,” he shot back,” I always have to wait to see that wonderful smile of yo…”
A throat cleared next to them.
Harry turned to see Aria coming up from behind Daisy.
“That’s enough flirting for one morning, Harry,” she said, winking at him.
“We were NOT flirting!” chorused Harry and Daisy.
Once the door was open, she made her way inside as silently as she could. Harry was standing, facing the wall and waving his arms around. She had to stifle a laugh. Is the idiot actually practicing a speech to give in the meeting? Lemme surprise him a bit. Although that might make him scream and that would be bad. Maybe some other time. She made a soft tapping sound against the hard concrete floor, tapping it seven times in the signal that they had arranged earlier.
He whirled around, a blush coming over his face. He tried for a smug smile as he crossed his arms and walked towards her.
“I told you I wouldn’t fall asleep,” he said, a smug smile firmly in place.
“Hmm…interesting strategy for doing that,” said Aria, trying valiantly not to burst into laughter.
“I was just trying to figure out the dimensions of the wall, that’s why the waving hands and all,” he said, smug smile vanishing.
“Sure you were,” said Aria, rolling her eyes.
“Yes I was.”
“Oh come on. I’m not that stupid. You were practicing your speech.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“It’s not even a speech, it’s more like a talk,” he said, crossing his arms and frowning at her.
“So you were doing it,” Aria said, smirking. You can't argue with me.
“I never said that,” he said, quickly.
“But…”
“Hey aren’t we supposed to be like somewhere else in five minutes,” he said, pointing at the door.
“I guess we are,” agreed Aria, nodding.
“Uh so,” said Harry tilting his head towards the door.
“So what?” asked Aria, milking the situation just a bit.
“Let’s go,” he said in a stage whisper.
“I am so telling mom what happened though,” Aria said,” don’t think that I’ll forget it.”
“You are so mean,” said Harry, changing tactics suddenly, eyes wide and putting on his best puppy dog impression.
“That stopped working when you turned ten Harry, act your age already," she said.
“Oh come on, how does Daisy get away with that all the time, but not me?” said Harry.
“Because she’s got you wrapped around her finger,” replied Aria, ducking out of the door as he lunged for the nearest heavy object.
“The new door looked a little thin,” she began.
“It looks really flimsy,” added Harry quickly, before going silent again as she sent a glare at him.”
“As I was saying the door was quite flimsy and at first glance you would think that it was something much weaker that was built in a rush.”
“It looked like someone could punch through it if they tried hard enough,” added Harry again. Aria sighed. Looks like he found his tongue pretty fast. Honestly, when that idiot starts on something that he is passionate about he doesn’t realize where he is.
“Yes. It looked very thin,” she repeated. Gods, why have we not said anything besides the fact that it is thin? What must they think of us? Why aren’t these words floating out of my mouth like they are meant to?
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