Izzy-the-Rabbit

I sighed. Another day in this fuckhole of a school. I was sitting in her homeroom, waiting for class to start(I hate math.) The sooner it was over, the better. I sat up from my leaning-on-the-desk position as someone I didn't recognize walked through the door. "Class," Mr. Milana, the teacher, announced, "This is our newest student. Chris Redfield." I directed my gaze on him. He was muscular and tall. He had dark blonde almost brown hair. His eyes were a sparkling blue. "Hey." He looked directly at me when he said it. I blew him off. Just another jock to hit on me. Fuck that. Yeah, I had a DD size chest and a pretty face. But I didn't have

When Jill woke the next morning, she snuggled close to Chris. She laughed quietly to herself, happy that she hadn't moved away in the night. He was lying on his side, was snoring softly and had one arm slung over her in a possessive manner. She didn't mind at all. Instead of waking up fully, she nuzzled closer. Jill had enjoyed their date. It showed how much he knew her. Their conversation during it echoed in her head. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Chris?" she whispered. "Yeah?" he replied, his eyes on her face instead of the stellar presentation. "How'd you know I'd like this so much?"

Chris sat down, looking across the room. Seated in a heavy chair was a woman. She was handcuffed to said chair and unconcious. She had short brown hair and wore a tight red shirt with a black skirt. He had no idea who she was. He was worried because of the large cut on her leg. He had thought she might be infected. That's why he had handcuffed her to the chair (after bandaging her leg of course). He approached her. Using the end of his shotgun, he turned her head so he could see her face better. She had soft features and a almost unnoticable tan. All in all, he thought she was pretty. He stepped back as she groaned. She slowly woke, shakin

Chris glanced at Jill, who was napping on the couch, before returning to packing the guest room. It wasn't a huge room, but it was the larger of the two guest rooms and perfect to put a nursery in for the baby. The house was too big for them alone. It was much more suited to a family like the one Leon had with Ada. A family that included children needed a big house. Not a husband and wife on their own. But now, Chris reminded himself, but now Jill was pregnant. They were finally having their first child together. While Jill had been excited at first, she had become almost indifferent to the idea of a child. The stress that was still attache

That'll be the last straw (But I think we have more in the back) It's weird to think Last year I was alone But it's different now (When did that start?) Summer After After... I don't want to think of that But it's different They're there Really? Yeah, I guess One physically The other mentally So different Inner voices talking fighting dying Whatever War and peace I think If I have a son His name His name will be Warren Peace -insert last name here- That's what he came from Because That's what I feel like Sometimes

~Month later~ It was late, nearly eleven. Brielle had already fallen asleep and was curled up in her bed. Jill and Chris though, were still awake. Jill was sitting in a warm bubblebath that Chris had drawn for her. He, meanwhile, was getting ready for bed. He was over the sink, shaving away his five o'clock shadow. "Chris, we have to talk," Jill stated. "What about?" He asked as he dragged the razor carefully down the side of his face. "Brielle. You've been avoiding her," She told him knowingly. She hadn't been able to be around both of them for more than five minutes. He frowned. "What makes you think that?" "Well," she started, "When

"Are you mine? Are you mine? 'Cause I stay here all the time, watchin' telly, drinkin' wine. Who'd have known? Who'd have known when you flash up on my phone, I no longer feel alone." - Who'd have known, Lily Allen Jill slipped into the house, very quietly shutting the door. She slipped off her shoes and her feet made no sound as she tiptoed to the living room. Chris was napping on the couch, his feet up, arms behind his head. She smirked as she looked down at him. Then an idea came. She sat on him. "Gah, what the-" His eyes opened and he realized who was seated on his stomach. "Oh. Hi, Jill." She smiled. "Hey." She shifted so she was lying

Little Ribbons Cid sat down at a bar stool. He was at 7th Heaven at around 8 o'clock at night. He had had a crappy day and was planning on washing it away with a few glasses a beer. "Hey, Vince." Cid greeted Vincent who was in his usual seat nearby in a corner. Vincent nodded in reply. "Hey, Tifa, can I 'ave a beer?" He asked her. "Sure." She replied. She set down the can in front of him. "Thanks." "Hey, Tifa!" Yuffie said as she walked up to her, "Can you help me tie this?" She was fumbling with the ribbon that was around her upper arm. It had caught on something and come untied. Tifa took the ribbon in her hands and quickly tied it in