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Does anyone out there... (Part II)

Journal Entry: Thu Feb 5, 2015, 11:44 AM

Does anyone out there actually like to draw hands?  Or feels confident doing so?  Or has done so before and wants to show it to me?

I'm finishing the editing on my new book and I just have this cover picture in my head.  All black, white title and a greyscale or black and white picture of a large pale hand reaching for a tiny female hand.  I wanted the cover to be simple and I know how hard hands can be but I figured it was worth asking.  Of course you would be compensated for allowing me to use your picture in the cover... and if you have a rough sketch, I could def give it a look... and if this journal entry bores you, please pass it by.

Haha, hands people!  Looking for hands... something like this sorta, but just the hands:

Do you trust me? by Bethelina  Sketch for Glkthread by Bethelina

Picture by Matsuri Hino
Coloured by Satinels
CSS by 16thSquadSanseki


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C.E. Wilson
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So it really is funny that I stumbled upon this website. It's so great to know that I'm not the only one who enjoys G/T movies and G/T writing. :-) I hope that people enjoy my stories because I really do enjoy writing and getting feedback.

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“So... can I get you something to eat?  I don't like to brag but I have an 'in' with the owner.”  

Luke tucked his wallet back into his jean pocket with a smile.  I don't think he had yet to pick up on the fact that 1) I didn't care, 2) I wanted to go home and 3) I was still planning on reporting him to the No Hate Alliance.

“Oh come on Maya,” Luke said again, leaving over the table for a moment.  “I just told you some major news.  Aren't you going to say anything?”

“I told you.  We're not going to have some kumbaya moment just because we both come from cross-species families.”  I shook my head.  “I want to go home, Luke. I promised Ronan was going to meet me at the park and I didn't show up.  He's going to wonder where I am.”

“I saw him.”

“You... what?”

“As I was... escorting you from the park,” Luke went on.  “I saw him.”

“And what?  Did you say anything to him?”

“I might have.”

My face paled.  “What... what did you say to him?”

“Just that you were gonna be late and to try back at 6.”

I jumped up from my seat.  “You... you what?  How could you say that to him?  What's he going to think now?”

“I don't know,” Luke said.  “And frankly, I don't really care.  Do you actually like that guy or something?”

“That's none of your business.”

“Hey, I told you something private about me.”

“That was your stupid choice,” I said.  I tried to glare at him.  I didn't understand it.  Why... why were so many giants more than ready to give me information that I just didn't want?  I didn't care if Ronan's real name was Ronnie.  I didn't care that Ronan was a special.  And I certainly didn't care to know about Luke's half-family.  But then... something dawned on me.  “I'll tell the whole school about this if you don't let me go.”

His confidence finally settled.  Thank.  God.

“You... you wouldn't,” he muttered.  “Maya, I told you this—”

“Why you told me is your own problem,” I said.  “I didn't ask.  I didn't want to know.  I don't care that your father is a human.  You hear me, Luke? I.  Don't.  Care.  Why would you even tell me in the first place if it's something you want to be kept a secret... wait a minute... how are you keeping that a secret?”

He frowned.

“It is a secret, isn't it?” I challenged.

“Only a few people know,” Luke said.  I guess at this point he realized that he was pretty screwed.

“Does Evans?”

His face darkened.  “N-no.  He doesn't know.  He just knows that my dad's a real hardass.”

“Is he?”

“He is.”  He looked away for a moment and staring up at him, I almost felt bad.


“You shouldn't have told me,” I couldn't help saying.  “Despite us having that in common, Luke.  You... you were horrible to me.  To all humans.  I don't even know how you're getting away with so many secrets.”  It was hard to think about how many secrets lingered around Luke.

Dating humans for fun.

His stepfather being a human.

I wondered what else lurked behind those friendly blue eyes.

“How is your dad even scary?” I couldn't help asking.  He looked surprised.

“I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore,” he said.

“Call me curious.”

“You mean you want more ammo to use against me.”

“I guess you'll never know,” I said.  “Speak.”

“Do you... do you remember back in the day when humans and giants were kept pretty seperate?”

“No,” I said.  “I was too young and so were you.  Get to the point.”

“There was a particular human,” Luke went on, “Sunny Days.  Do you remember reading about her in the papers?”

“The first human to fight to have her marriage legalized with a giant,” I said.  “Once again, Luke.  Everyone knows that.  Get to the point.”

Luke started to trace a long finger around his coffee mug.  “Well, there were always rumors circling around her.  About being a special.  How it was rare, but it happened. They said she was a charmer on giants.  That she had the rare ability to get giants to do what she wanted.  There was always a worry that her husband only fell in love with her because of that.  Human specials are extremely rare, but they're out there.”  He smirked.  “I wouldn't be surprised if you were one.”

I narrowed my eyes.  “Not biting on that,” I muttered.  “What does this have to do with anything?”

“I think my stepfather is a charmer.”  His eyes flickered up to mine.  I gazed back with a blank expression.  “So... don't you think anything about that?  Don't you have anything to say?”

“I... I don't care, Luke,” I said.  He looked hurt and for a moment I almost relented.  But I wanted to go home.  And though Luke seemed like he was having a rough time and just needed someone to talk to, I had to remember who he was.  He worked with a pusher.  He had his friend charm humans into liking them.  He called us simple.  And yes, though he said the same thing about giants, I was sure there was more to the story than that.

“Not at all?” Luke tried.  I could see desperation in his eyes.  “He might have charmed my mom into dating him.”

“That's his and your business, not mine.  Luke... I want to go home.  I don't want to stay here.  Cohawk isn't the most friendly of towns for humans.  It's yellow light for a reason.  And it's going to start getting dark soon.”

“You'll be fine if you're with me,” he said.  “I'll protect you.”

“Geezus, I don't want to be protected.  I want to go home.” I checked my watch.  “It was five minutes long ago.  I want to go home.”

“How can you just blow this off so easily?” he snapped.  I could tell that he was starting to lose his cool and his patience, but honestly I didn't care.  I didn't ask for this.  “I'm telling you that my father is a human.  That's he's a special.  That he might have charmed mom into marrying her!”

“And what does anything of this have to do with me?” I snapped back.  “I don't care!”

“I told you we had things in common.  I wanted to apologize to you.”

“And so you have,” I said.  “Apology excepted.”

“Don't you want to know anything about me?” he asked.  “About why my dad hates who he is?  About why he forces everyone in the family to carry the name of the Republic of Conservative Giants even thought he's a human himself?”

“I don't care about the Republic,” I muttered.  “I know what being a Conservative giant means.  And no, I still don't care.”

He slammed his heavy fist on the counter.  “Well, why not?” he snapped.

“Don't think that I'm going to be intimidated by you!” I shouted.  Several giants in the diner turned their attention towards us but I focused on Luke.  If he was going to 'protect' me as he said, than I might as well take advantage of it.  “You thought that just by handing over some random information about your family that—”

“It's hardly random.”

“It's random to me because I don't see the point.  I don't care.  I don't know how many times I can make this clear to you.  I don't care.  You did some horrible things and you think I'm suddenly going to think you're a not so bad guy and you have a deep past?  Luke you're...” I trailed off, knowing how much this was going to hurt him, “... you're a bad person. You do bad things.”

He stiffened in his seat.  “You... you don't know anything about me.  Not really.  Not yet.  But I'm trying to tell you—”

“You don't have to win me over,” I said.  “And you don't have to explain yourself. If you want to act like slime and trick humans into dating you for fun or to get some sick kick with that asshole, Evans, be my guest.  Just stay... stay the hell away from me.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket.  I looked up at Luke.

“You may as well get it,” he grumbled.  “I guess this isn't going anywhere.”

“I guess it's not,” I said.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Ronan.  It was hard not to smile.  “Hello?”

“It's good to know how much a promise worth Maya Jones is worth.”

“Ronan, you don't understand,” I started.  “I...” my eyes flickered up to Luke.  What I said next could change everything.  I had to watch my wording.  Despite everything I still didn't want Luke to get in so much trouble.  Not yet.  “I... uh... I fainted at the park.”

His voice changed immediately.  “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine!” I squeaked.  My eyes drifted over to Luke's.  He looked as surprised as Ronan sounded.  “I'm okay, really.  Someone picked me up and took me indoors so I wouldn't get sick.”

“Are you at home?  Do you want me to come over?”

I blushed.  “I'm... I'm not at home,” I whispered.  “But... but I do want you to come over.”

Luke's eyes widened.

“Well, where are you?” I could hear him shifting around, even his steps rung heavily over the phone.  “Maya Jones.  Where are you?”

I swallowed hard.  “C-Cohawk.”

Movement stopped over the phone.  “Cohawk?  What the hell are you doing in the next town?  Stay where you are.  You know about that places' reputation.”

“I'm with someone,” I said.  “Another giant.  I think I'll be okay.”

“Isabelle?” he guessed.

I shook my head.  “Uh... no.  She wasn't the one who found me and brought me here.”

“Maya...” Luke said in his booth.  His eyes flickered up to the waitress from before who was watching the scene unfold.  I'm sure she was wondering the same thing.  Whether she should come over.  Cohawk really didn't have the friendliest reputation when it came to humans...

“Maya Jones!” Ronan's voice brought me back to the present.  I heard a door slam.  “I'm coming to get you.  Where are you?”

“What is this place?” I asked Luke.  “What's it called?”

He frowned.  “He won't like it,” he said softly.

“Who the hell is that?” Ronan snapped.  “Are you with a guy?  Do you know him?”

“He's from school,” I said.

“Well, who is it?” he asked.  “And where are you?”

“Where are we?” I asked Luke again.

“The red, white and black diner,” he muttered.  “But he won't like it.”

“The red, white and black?” I said over the phone.

“Of all places in Cohawk and you're there?  Does your dad know?”

“N-no,” I stammered.  “Not exactly.”

“So why didn't you call him?”

“I... uh... I didn't have my phone right away.”

“Who are you with?” Ronan asked again.  “I'm on my way.  Who brought you to Cohawk and that redneck diner of all places?  Who.  Are.  You.  With?”

I bit my lower lip.  It was now or never.  “Luke,” I said quietly.

Silence.  Footsteps.

“Luke.”  His voice didn't question.  He knew.  “At the park.  Luke saw you passed out at the park and... now you're in Cohawk.  With him.  At the redneck diner.”  I swear I could hear the disapproval in his voice and without warning or reason my eyes started to answer.  Luke looked at me with a nervous frown.

“Yes,” I said.  “That... that's who I'm with and that's where I'm at.”

“Maya Jones,” Ronan said.  “I'm only going to ask you once and if you're nervous to answer me because he's there, I want you to tell me.  Did you actually pass out in the park?”


“Did Luke really bring you to Cohawk?”


“Did he bring you there without asking?”

I pinched my eyes shut.  Luke couldn't hear the questions, but I'm sure he had an idea of what was going on.  “Y-yes.”

Ronan sucked in a large gasp.  “He took you,” he said lowly.  “I saw him leave the park, but I didn't think... I'm on my way.”

“Ronan, wait!” I started to squeal but the phone disconnected until I had a chance to calm him.  The anger in his voice was hard.  I worried for Luke.  “He... he's on his way,” I said.

“And what exactly did you tell him?”

“Only the truth,” I said, tucking my phone back into my pocket.

“And what was that?”

“That... that's my business,” I said.  “You shouldn't have brought me here.”

“I had to talk to you—”

“But that doesn't mean I had to talk to you,” I said back.  “He's on his way and after he picks me up, I don't want you to talk to me ever again.  I don't want you to look at me.  In fact, I want you to pretend that I don't exist.  I don't want to have anything to do with you and I don't care about your weirdo father and his hate of his own race.”  I shuddered.


“Prove you're not a monster by listing to a human for once in your life,” I said.

“I always have to listen to a human!” he said.  “My stepfather—”

“Is your stepfather,” I said.  “You should still listen to him.”

“You don't know him.”

“And I don't want to.  And I don't want to know you, either.”  I lowered my eyes.  “I'm... I'm sorry, Luke, but that's how I want it to be.  I won't report you to the No Hate Alliance, but I will if you ever touch or grab me again without asking.  That's not just me, Luke.  That's the law and you're not above it.”

“Maya, if you only knew the whole story...”

“Everything okay, here?” Viv appeared at the side of our booth like a giantess angel, here to take me away from this hell.

“We're fine,” Luke grumbled.  “A friend of hers is picking her up.”

“Oh good!” she said.  “Another human?”  she looked over her shoulder.  “Though it is getting a bit late...”

“No, it's a giant,” Luke said.

“Her father?” Viv tried.  “I'd love to meet him.  A father of a human daughter...”

“Her friend from school,” Luke said.  “We're fine.”  He started to wave her away but I ran to the edge of the table.

“Actually,” I said.  “I wouldn't mind waiting for him at the front desk,” I said.  “Do you mind?  You work the register up front, right?”

She nodded hesitantly.  “Uh... s-sure,” she said, looking over at Luke.  “I can watch her until her friend comes.  If that's okay with you, Mr. Walters.”

“It's not fine.”

“It's not your choice,” I said.  “I don't want to spend another moment sitting at this table with you.”  I turned up to Viv and tried to smile.  “I'd like to wait for my friend up front, please.”

She nodded again.  “Sure thing, lima bean,” she said.  “Uh... how exactly do you want me to get you there?  Don't tell me you intend to walk?”

“You may carry me,” I said, flashing a look at Luke.  “Thank you for asking.”

He flinched and looked away with a red face.  “Fine,” he grumbled.  “Wait up front.  But I'm not leaving until O' Connor actually shows up.”

“He will show up,” I said.  “Don't bother.”  I crawled into Viv's awaiting hand and she pulled me up slowly with a giggle.

“It's been a while since I've held a human,” she said.  “Pardon me if I'm a bit jerky.”

“You're fine,” I said, smiling up at the kinder, older giantess.  “Thank you.”

I didn't look at back at Luke as Viv walked to the front register and set me down so I was on immediate display for all giants who walked inside diner.  Luke was probably pissed, but he stayed true to his promise and didn't leave.  As the minutes passed, the diner started to get more and more filled with massive beings.  Some looked at me and smiled.  Some frowned.  Others looked surprised.  And a few looked downright disgusted.

“Try not to mind the older folk,” Viv said.  “They're just not used to seeing you guys around here.”

“Nothing to worry about,” I said, though my voice trembled slightly.  “R-right?”

“I don't think so,” Viv said with a shrug.

“You don't think so?” I croaked.  I was beginning to wonder if sitting with Luke was a better option.  He had said that he wouldn't let anyone bother me and hell... he did own the place.  I checked my watch and wondered how long it would take a sixty foot giant to walk to a town one hour away in human standards.  I saw the back of Luke's head in the booth.  He remained in his booth, but he remained in the diner.

I hated that Luke's blond tuft of hair was the only reassuring thing I had as the minutes ticked by and the diner because fuller and louder.

I swallowed hard.

Hurry up, Ronan.

“Everything alright, Mr. Walters?”

“Oh yeah... she's fine. Just fainted in the park.”

“Are you sure?  She looks so pale...”

Chuckling rung over my head.  “I'm afraid that's just her color.”  Another laugh.  “Don't worry, she'll come to soon.”

“And you said she fainted in the park?”


“Oh man... the poor thing.  Is she not used to seeing giants?”

“She's more used to it than many.”

I blinked several times as the voices continued to talk over my head.  I didn't recognize the one at all... but the other one... the male.

“I'll make a fresh batch of coffee for when she wakes up,” the female said again.

“That would be great, Viv.  She's probably going to need it.”

The woman giggled.  “You're such a gentleman, Mr. Walters.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Luke?”


My eyes flashed open and I was met with the underside of two chins speaking over me.  One woman. One male.

One was Luke.

“Look!” the female exclaimed, dipping her head.  “She's waking up.  Oh good.  I'll get that coffee.  Don't want her to freak out too much,” she said, scampering away.

Luke's chin lowered after she departed.  “Are you alright?” he asked.  I couldn't stand the soft concern in his voice.  I rubbed my eyes and tried to figure out just where the hell I was but nothing looked familiar.  I jerked up.

“Now, now,” Luke said, going to cup his hands near me.  “Slow down.  You don't want to faint again, do you?”

“Don't touch me!” I screamed.  I scrambled away to get away from those horrible hands.  The same hands which tried to help Evans push me.  “Don't you freaking dare touch me!”  I found my footing and looked around.  To my surprise, Luke lowered both hands to the table and looked around.  His blue eyes finally landed on mine.  I must have looked like a wild animal.  “Where are we?” I snapped.

“Calm down,” he said again.

“Kidnapping!” I screamed.  “Help!  Help me!”  I ran to the edge of the table and looked around.  There were no ladders.  No ladders.  No escape.  “Help!”

“Maya, are you out of your mind?” Luke asked, trying to box me in again with those hands.

“You kidnapped me!” I wailed.  “You took me without asking!  I'll report you to the No Hate Alliance!  I don't care what deal you struck with Ronan, this is too much!  I've been kidnapped!  Please!  Help me!  Someone!”  Several giants looked my way, but most shook their heads and returned to their meals.  “What's the matter with you people?  Did you hear me?  I've been kidnapped.”

“Maya, if you'll just listen—”

“I'm calling my dad,” I hissed.  I whipped my cell phone out from my pocket and immediately I was hit with two missed calls.



No Ronan.

I frowned and tried to shake off the sting of the fact that he didn't call.

“I'm calling my dad,” I said again, turning my back to Luke.  As soon as I started to dial, two giant fingers plunged into my vision and plucked the phone over my head.

“Now listen, Maya,” Luke said, as I snapped my head around.  “I didn't kidnap you.”

“You took me, without asking,” I hissed.  “That's kidnapping.”

“You were going to pass out.”

“I didn't ask for your help.”

“I took you to a public place,” he said, waving his hand around for effect.  “Obviously I didn't kidnap you.”

“You didn't have my consent,” I hissed.

“I doubt you'd be so obsessed with consent if another human had helped you instead,” he snapped back.  His blue eyes narrowed and I grew frightened all over again.

“Please!” I screamed to a waitress coming near our table.  “Call the police!  Tell him to give me back my phone.  I've been kidnapped!”

“Kidnapped?” the waitress stopped at our table and dropped off a giant-sized mug and a human-sized one.  Both were steaming and both smelled amazing, but I tried not to focus on that.  “Oh sweetheart, you'll be alright.  You just passed out in the park.  Mr. Walters here brought you in so you wouldn't chill to death.  The temperature is dropping like crazy out there for you little ones.”

“I'm not little!” I shouted.

The waitress' face grew pink.  “O-oh... of course not,” she said.  “Sorry about that.  I don't talk to many humans.  I meant no offense.”  She looked towards Luke.  “Is she going to be alright?”

“She's going to be fine,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I most certainly am not going to be fine!” I growled.  “I want my phone.  I want to get the hell out of here.  I want to get away from you!”

“Maybe you should just let the girl go,” the waitress said.  “Let her call her dad.  Maybe it's a bit unnerving being around all the giants.”

“Her father is a giant,” Luke said.  “So I doubt that would make much of a difference.”

“It would make a difference!  My dad never tried to push thoughts on me!  My dad never kidnapped me!  And my dad certainly never tried to date me to prove that humans were—”

“Do you mind giving us a few moments?” Luke interrupted before I could get out my last words.  I noticed he had dropped my cell phone into the front pocket of his shirt.  I frowned as the waitress bristled.

“Maybe you should just let her call—”

“Five minutes,” Luke said.  “If I can't calm her down in five minutes, come back to the table and take her away yourself.  I'll give her back her phone.”

“I'm not going with another giant!” I screamed.

“Viv?” Luke tried again.  “Please?”

She nodded reluctantly.  “Five minutes,” she said softly.  “That's... that's all I can give you, Mr. Walters.  I know well, but that... we can't have humans coming in here screaming about kidnapping.  It looks bad for business.”

“I get that,” Luke said.  “Time me.”

“Right,” she said, softly.  She turned her attention to me.  “The coffee's fresh, button.  Take a few sips and hopefully you'll start feeling better.”

“I'll only feel better when I get the hell out of here,” I growled as the waitress left the table.  “And where the hell is here anyway?”

“Take a few sips of coffee,” Luke said.  “You'll feel better.”

“Is that a command?” I snapped, eying the coffee just the same.  “Or are you going to force me?”

“I'm not a pusher, Maya,” Luke said.  “I can't push you to do anything.”

“But you can ask others to do your dirty work?  Give me my phone.”

“I will.  I meant what I said to Viv.  Just give me five minutes.  Five minutes, Maya.  That's all I'm asking.”

“Give me my phone or I'll scream.”

“Will you listen to me?”

“Give it to me!” I yelled, thrusting my hand out towards him.  “That's mine.  You already stole me, you want to steal my phone too?”

He frowned.  “I was only trying to help—”

“Then help me... by giving my phone back,” I said.  I jerked my hand again.  “Now.”

His frown grew more pronounced, but eventually he reached into his pocket with two fingers and found my phone.  He held it out towards me before holding it up again.  “Please,” he said.  “I meant what I said online.  I just wanted to talk to you.  If you'll just listen—”

“You listen to me,” I said.  “The phone.  Now.”

Miraculously the tiny cell phone dropped into my palm.  I curled my fingers around it and brought it closer to my chest.  I stared up at Luke, expecting him to look angry, but he still remained calm... worried even.  With shaking hands, he reached over to grab his mug and took a long gulp.

“It's still hot,” he offered.

“Shut up.”

He slumped a bit.  “You're really going to be like this?” he asked.  “When we spoke online—”

“When we spoke online, I thought you were Ronan,” I said over him.  “If I knew... who you were... I would have blocked you in a second.”

“I guess I can't blame you for that.”

“You shouldn't.”  My eyes flickered to the steaming mug, my cell phone and then back towards Luke.  “Why didn't you just tell me who you were?”

“I thought you knew,” he said.  “But looking back on it, I guess I should have been surprised that you were so open to meet with me.”

“Because humans are simple creatures, right?” I said.

“It's more complicated than that,” he said, nodding towards the cup again.  “Drink.”

“Speak,” I said, commanding him like an overgrown dog.  Which he was in my eyes.  “Where the hell are we?”

“We're in Cohawk,” he muttered.

“Cohawk!” I screamed.  “That's over an hour away!”

“For you,” he muttered.  “It's where I live.”

My brows furrowed.  “I thought you lived in Peaceburry.  Most of the giants who go to school there, do.”

“I don't,” he said.  “I... I like having a place to come home to everyday.”

“What?” I asked.  “This dump?”

He frowned and took another sip.  “Yeah, Maya.  This dump.”

I rolled my eyes.  Seriously, who was this guy?  Where was the guy who asked his friend to push humans and laughed about how simple they were?  Who was this calm and collected giant who seemed stung by every word I said?  I glanced down at my phone again and finally tucked into my pocket.

“Five minutes,” I said, taking a few steps towards the cup of coffee.

“Thank you.”

“Don't thank me yet,” I snapped.  “I still haven't decided whether I should report you for kidnapping.  You can't do that!  You can't just pick people up off the street and take them to another town an hour away!  That's wrong!  Can't you see how wrong that is?”

“I had to talk to you.  I thought you knew it was me.  I said we'd meet in the park and we'd go someplace I feel comfortable.”  He leaned back in the booth a bit.  “And I feel comfortable here.”

“And what's here, exactly?”

His face grew soft.  “My dad's diner,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes.  “Your dad?” I asked.  “You mean the strict bastard who no one's ever seen?”

He shook his head, surprising me.  “No.  My first dad.”

“Your first one?”

He nodded and looked away.  “This place belongs to him.. and when he... uh... passed.. he left it to me.  So I guess technically it's my diner.  But Viv and Ted basically run the place.  Viv was the waitress who brought the coffee.  Ted works in the back.”

“Is this not a human friendly place?” I dared to ask.  “I don't see any ladders yet.”

“It's really expensive to turn a place from giant only to co-ed,” Luke explained.  “We haven't the money and Cohawk doesn't have many humans.”  He shrugged.  “I still hope to make enough money to turn this place around.  Not that you'd believe that.”

“I don't,” I snapped, finally taking a sip from the mug.  At least the coffee was good.  I tried to soften my expression a bit.  “So your dad's dead?” I asked.

“Y-yeah,” he muttered.  “About ten years ago.”

“Ten years?” I groaned.  “You mean you've been coming here and calling this your place...”

“Since I was eight,” he said.  “What can I say?  I had to grow up quickly.”

“I'll say,” I muttered.  “I am sorry, though.  For your dad, I mean.  I know how much it can suck to lose a parent.”

“I know,” he said.  “That's kinda why I wanted to talk you.”

“If you think that we're going to have some sort of kumbaya, moment because we both have dead parents, you're wrong, Luke.  In case you've forgotten, I don't like you.  I don't trust you.  I don't want to be here.  And I still think that reporting you to the No Hate Alliance would be a good thing for you.  Maybe you'll learn that humans aren't so stupid and helpless after all.”

“I never said humans were stupid and helpless.”

“No.  You just said they were simple creatures.”

“In a way, they are.”

I sucked in a gasp.

He held up his hands.  “B-but... but so are giants!” he quickly tacked on.  “We're all simple creatures... really.  If you think about it.”

I swallowed my coffee and traced my thumb over the rim.  “So is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”


“You said we had a lot more in common than you thought.  Is this it?  You stole me from my home, brought me to a yellow light human town... Cohawk, and want me to talk about how our parents died?  Is that it?”

“It's more than that.”

“So what is it?” I asked.  “The clock is ticking.”

He set his mug down.  “I'm not a pusher, Maya.”

“Thank God.”

“But I am a mild blocker... like your stepfather.”

I glanced up.  “How do you know that?”

“Because...” he grumbled.  “He caught me blocking thoughts from him.  Just as I caught him trying to read mine.  The whole thing was complicated.  It gave me a headache.  It had been a long time since I ran into a giant reader.  Your stepdad is freaking strong.  I don't think I kept it out.”

“Kept what out?”

“My secret,” he said.  “The secret I'm so desperate to hide from my friends.  The reason I live in Cohawk and not on campus with my friends.”

“Some friends,” I hissed.  “Luke, seriously, get to the point.”

“Let me show you a picture of my family,” he said, going to reach for his wallet.  I started to roll my eyes.  “I have a minute,” he said, trying to smile a bit as he pulled it out.  He held a poster sized picture in front of me.  “That's my mom,” he said, “and that's my dad.  The one who bought the diner.  That's my older sister Twyla and and that's my older brother Collins.”

“Yeah?  So What?”

He tucked the picture away.

“This is a picture of me and my stepfather,” I said, going to reach for another picture in the massive leather wallet.

“Your mom remarried after you dad died?”

He nodded.  “Almost immediately,” he said.  “Honestly, I think she was seeing my stepdad even before my real dad passed.”  His expression darkened for a moment.  “My stepdad... he's not a good person.  He... hates who he is.”

“Get to the point,” I said, beckoning him with one hand.  “What's up with the picture?”

“This is my family now,” he whispered, showing me a new picture.

They were all there.

Luke.  His friendly but chubby mother.  His model-esque sister and his brawny older brother.  I narrowed my eyes.

“That's great, Luke,” I said, looking up at him.  “Congrats, but—”

“Look harder,” he whispered, holding the picture closer.  “Look at my face.”

I shrugged.  “You look pissed,” I said.  “Which I'm starting to get—”

“Look at my brother's shoulder.  It's right next to mine.”

I rolled my eyes, but turned my attention back towards the picture.  And then... vertigo hit me all over again.

“That... that can't be right,” I muttered.  My eyes flashed up towards Luke.

“I told you we had more in common than you thought,” he said remorsefully.

“But he...” I reached out and finally tugged the picture closer to my face.  It couldn't be... but it was there... clear as day.  “You mean your dad...

“Stepdad,” he corrected.  “I only call him my dad so my mom doesn't get pissed.”

I went on. “...the asshole who's strict.  The one you're afraid of...” I swallowed hard, “... the one who hates himself so much...” The coffee mug slipped from my fingers.  Luke snapped the picture out from my sight and tucked it back into his wallet.

He nodded.  “Y-yeah,” he croaked out.  “He's a human.”
Overprotective Fourteen
Dun-dun-dun!!  Haha some of you saw this coming a mile away, but for those who didn't... surprise!!  Lol... don't worry, there's more to this conversation, but I have a baby who needs some attention and grocery shopping to take care of.  So for now... hope you enjoy this latest development!!

“I really don't need you to walk me to school, Garrett,” I said with a huff.  Despite my complaining, I rode on his shoulder as he strode towards campus in the early morning light.  The air still smelled like dew and I shuddered a bit from the cold.  Fall was coming to an end and the dreaded winter season was coming.  Giants never seemed to mind so much, but as humans... it was becoming more and more difficult.

“I didn't know that they moved Saturday detention to seven in the morning,” he said softly as he stepped over a morning jogger.

“The only teacher who could take the slot said it needed to be 7-12 instead of 8-1,” I huffed.  “It's not a big deal.”

“Hmmm... well... I feel better walking you to school this early in the morning.  It's still almost dark.”

“Well, Garrett, I'm not gonna fight with you,” I said.  “I can't believe how much the temperature has been changing the past week.  It's gone from summer to fall and already cruising into winter.”

“Are you chilly?” he asked, nudging me closer to his neck with a shrug.  “Stay close... oh!  Excuse me,” he said, nodding at a woman walking dangerously close to the giant sidewalk.  He watched her sniff with a horrified expression.  “This is why I want you on the human sidewalks,” he couldn't help muttering to himself.

“Oh it's fine,” I said.  “That woman was dumb.  I stick close to the walls.”

“Good girl,” he said, stopping a few feet from the campus gates.  He looked around.  “The door's open,” he said.  “Which teacher is giving the Saturday detention?”

“New guy,” I said.  “Mr. Broderick.  Theater teacher.”

“Theater?”  My dad pursed his lips.  “I forgot they hired someone knew to replace the human woman.”  He shook his head.  “Who else is serving with you?”

“I don't know.  Probably the idiot who pulled the fire alarm on Monday,” I said.  “People who showed up late to class.”  I shrugged.  “Shouldn't be so bad.  I can get some work done and depending on the teacher, we can usually talk quietly.  This is more of a time suck more than anything.”

“You want me to pick you up?” he asked.

“Nah.  Remember, I'm free?” I laughed a bit as Garrett's hand came to claim me.  Two or three humans shuffled past towards the building, giving us a strange look.  I guess we were an odd pair.  NO matter.  “I figured I'd go to the diner—”

“Alone?  I can come—”

“I'm just getting some take out,” I said.  “I actually want to stop at the store and get a new coat and scarf and maybe spend the day at the park.”  I remembered that I was meeting Ronan at four.  After a clipped conversation I let him know that detention times had been moved and we agreed to meet at three instead.  I was looking forward to I.

“Well... alright,” Garrett said as he set me on the ground and bent down to one knee.  “You'll call if there's any concerns?”

“Sure thing, dad,” I said.  God.  The way his face lit up when I called him that.  It was priceless.  I had to wonder why I didn't call him dad more often.  It was always such a mix.  I liked calling him Garrett though too.  I shrugged it off and pulled my backpack tighter over my shoulder.  “I'll see you later, okay?  I shouldn't be home too late.”  I knew this wasn't exactly true, but I could always make something up about running into Isabelle.

“Good luck, my little rebel,” he said with a smile as he straightened back up.  “I'll see you later.”

“See ya,” I said, giving a shy wave before turning towards the school.  The sun was just beginning to make itself known over the horizon.  I had checked the weather and it wasn't calling for rain.  It was just so dang chilly!  I shuddered openly and ran towards the giant entrance of the building, keeping true to my promise to Garrett and staying close to the walls.

“Room 103,” I said, looking at my detention card.  I walked down the empty halls, surprised to hear my little footsteps echo.  It was so strange to be in such a large building when it was empty.  I blinked, remembering the whole confrontation with Luke and Ronan and Evans.  Honestly it still gave me chills.  I tried not to think of that, or my behavior towards Ronan after the incident.  I was horrible to him.

But I planned to make it right.

“Good morning, and welcome to Saturday detention,” a voice said as soon as I entered the room.  The young theater teacher sat at the front desk.  He looked hungover and it was hard not to laugh as he motioned for me to take a seat.  “We'll be here from 7-12 and so long as you're quiet... you can talk.  Quietly.”  He narrowed his eyes.  “Take a seat close to the front, please.”

“Y-yes, sir,” I said, walking past his massive desk to find one of my own.  I noticed he must have moved all the human desks to the collection of giant ones towards the front of the room. I scrambled up a ladder and took a seat and sighed loudly.

“Good morning and welcome to Saturday detention,” his bored voice called several more times before the strike of seven.  He introduced himself and indeed, this was Mr. Broderick.  He was a giant, but he was young.  I wondered what school he went to to become a theater teacher.  Giants rarely moved on to college, but it was happening more and more.  It was hard not to smile.  Poor Garrett.  He was past the college age long before it became an option for his kind.

“Tardiness is annoying,” Mr. Broderick huffed as he straightened up from his chair to close the door as one last student filed in.

“Sorry,” the giant grumbled.  “Some girl's cat was stuck in a tree and—” the voice stopped suddenly and I lifted my head, eyes widening.

“Ronan,” I said softly, tilting my head.

He swallowed hard and looked away.  “Where do I sit?” he asked the teacher.

“Towards the front,” Mr. Broderick went on in a bored tone.  “You can talk, but quietly.”

“You... you can sit here,” I said, pointing to the large open chair next to me.  I searched his eyes for some sort of friendliness but I couldn't find any.  I slumped a bit in my seat.  “Or not.”

“It's... it's cool,” Ronan said.  He took a few long strides towards the desk and collapsed into the chair with a heavy sigh.  He set down a large cup of coffee on the desk next to him.

I couldn't help arching a brow.  “Cat in a tree?” I asked in a teasing voice.

The corner of his mouth quirked upward.  “Amongst other things,” he said softly.

“So here we are,” Mr. Broderick said one last time as he also collapsed into his chair.  “Saturday detention.  Times have been moves so we are, in fact, here only until twelve and not until one.  No violence. Two bathroom breaks.  No tablets.  You may work on your homework for other classes, you may read.  You may talk... QUIETLY.”  He narrowed his eyes around the room.  There were five of us.  Four humans and Ronan.  I couldn't help but smirk.  “Get to it,” Broderick said.  “The clock starts now.”

I turned my attention towards Ronan again, but he was already reaching for a book.

“Aren't you going to ask what I'm reading?” I said, still trying to tease him.  At least he was talking to me again.

“No.  I wasn't,” he said softly.  He set his large book on the table.  I tilted my head to read the spine.

“A Brief History of Time?” I asked drily.  “Are you serious?”

His dark eyes flickered to mine.  They were so cold.  It was hard not to lose a bit of my chill attitude when those eyes settled on mine.  I lowered my head.  “S-sorry,” I muttered.  I guess he wasn't kidding about not wanting to talk to me in school.  I suupposed I could wait.

“No,” Ronan said softly.  “I'm... I'm sorry.  I'm... ugh... I know I'm being a dick, but I just needed some time to think—”

“No, I get it,” I interrupted.  “I know what you said.  I remembered the conversation from earlier.  I just had to be patient.  “I didn't mean to push you.”

“You didn't?”  He glanced my way and his eyes looked a little surprised.

I shook my head.  “No... and like I said... what happened Monday... was a mess.”

“It was.”  His eyes warmed.  “I've been looking forward to seeing you, Maya Jones.”  His eyes crinkled a bit in the corner.  “All week.”

“Me too.”

“But like I said, I just needed some time to think.  You were so... it just wasn't what I was expecting.  But I get it now.  You don't want a white knight.  I get it.”

“We don't have to talk about it now,” I whispered.  “We can talk after detention, remember?”

“Afterwards?” he asked, tilting his head.

“At three?” I reminded him.  “In the park?  We're meeting up?”

“We are?”

I nodded, smiling widely.  I seriously couldn't wait.  “Yeah.  I hope you don't mind though.  I want to stop by the diner and pick up some lunch.  I'd ask you to come but then I have to head over the shoppe I like.  I need a new coat and scarf.  It may not be that cold for you guys, but it's freezing for me.”  I tried to smile. “So three?  At our spot in the park?”

“Three,” he breathed.  “Cool.  I look forward to it, Maya Jones.”

I blushed.  “Me too.”


My new peacoat felt like heaven after I strode out from the coat shoppe.  A nice new coat for the winter.  It was a bit bright – I didn't know how Garrett was going to feel about the Crayola yellow peacoat and hot pink scarf covered in black lace, but I didn't care.  The moment I put on the two together, I knew they were a perfect match.  Shame it took so long though!  Still... I checked my watch.  I was going to be early.  Good.

I broke out into a jog, sticking close to the walls of mammoth buildings as giants strode past.  Detention had been awkward with Ronan, but it was over now and he seemed like he was willing to speak to me again without a computer screen to block us.  Thank goodness!  My smile grew wider as the park came into sight and my eyes scanned the area.  He wasn't there yet.  I checked my watch.  Still had a half-hour until three.

As I neared the massive gates, I looked around.  Now that the temperature was dropping, less and less humans filled the park.  Only a few giants were scattered around... including one in particular who I most certainly didn't want to see.  I swallowed hard and thought about walking back to the diner as my eyes landed on his sandy blond hair and lazy posture.

Luke Walters.

As I started to turn his head jerked up, spotting me immediately and he rose up to his feet.

“Maya!” he called, waving at me.  “Over here!”

Was... was he actually talking to me?  And in such a friendly way?  How dare he!  I narrowed my eyes, but didn't turn away.

“Are you seriously talking to me?” I asked.  I pulled my new yellow peacoat even more tightly around my chest and tried to look up at him from the distance.  It was hard not to be scared of him.  All I could remember was him crouching down and dipping a finger under my chin... right until Ronan showed up and broke everything up.  I wished he was early.

“Of course I am,” Luke said, taking a small step forward.  “Come here.  I saved us a spot.”

“I'm... I'm not coming over there!”

He tilted his head.  “Why not?”

“B-because!  You're... you're an asshole!” I shouted.  I looked around.  Where was Ronan?  It was early, but he usually hung out by the park on Saturdays... to see me.  So why of all days did he have to be late?

“But,” Luke seemed a bit confused as he took another step forward.

“Stay away from me!” I screamed, backing towards the gates.  He froze in his spot.

“What... why are you acting like this?  I thought... I thought we were gonna talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” I screamed back.  “Seriously, leave me alone.”

“Come... come on, Maya,” he stammered.  His face looked confused.  “I thought we were gonna talk.”  He checked his watch.  “Three o' clock, right?  I know I'm a little early, but you said three.  I wanted to be here after your detention.”

My face dropped.  No.  It couldn't be.

“What did you say?” I asked with a dread dawning on my features.

“I thought we agreed to meet in the park at three?” He tried again.  “I'd take you somewhere we could talk...”

“Wait, wait,” I said.  I felt myself growing dizzy as my back collided with one of the massive iron gates.  Luke came towards me again with a worried expression.  “Y-you?” I croaked.  “I was talking to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You!” I screamed, jamming a finger up at him.  “Are you the one who I talked to on Skype the other day?  You're... you're LiesWiseRoCg?”

He nodded.  “I thought... I thought you knew that.  You didn't know that?”

“NO!  No, I didn't know that!  I thought!  I thought you were Ronan!”

His expression darkened.  “Why would you think that?”

I clutched my forehead.  It was getting spin-ny.  I felt sick.  “The initials,” I muttered.  “RoCg.”

“Oh,” he said.  “Uh... no.  That's something my dad makes us put at the end of our screen names.  It stands for Republic of Conservative Giants,” he said.  “Oh God.  You thought it meant Ronan O' Connor?”

“Yes!”  I tried to steady myself against the gate but the dizziness wouldn't stop.  Luke took another step closer and I felt myself getting bathed in his shadow.  “S-stop,” I muttered.  “Don't... don't come any closer.”

“You don't look so good,” he said, dropping to one knee.  “Are you okay?”

“No,” I said.  “I'm not.  I feel like I'm gonna throw up.”  My eyes trailed up nervously to his.  “You?  It was really you the whole time?  LiesWiseRoCg?”  I coughed loudly.  “LiesWise.  LW.”  I trembled.  “Luke Walters.  It was you.”

“You really didn't know?” he offered again.  I saw his hand coming towards me.

“Don't touch me!” I screamed, trying to mold into the fence.  “Don't you dare touch me!”

“Calm down,” he said, looking around him.  “You're making a scene.”

“You're damn right I am!  You're... you're dangerous!  Keep your mind games outta my head.”

“I'm not a pusher, Maya.  I can't do anything...”

“Just... don't touch me,” I said, wobbling harder.  Where the hell was Ronan?  I needed him.  “All that talk,” I muttered.  “You said you wanted to talk...”

“I do.”

“You said we have things in common...”

“And we do, Maya,” he said.  “That wasn't a lie.  I think you got the wrong idea about me.  But when I found out your dad was a giant...”

“Don't talk about Garrett,” I said weakly.  My vision grew clouded as something familiar finally started to appear over the horizon of the sidewalk.

Tall.  Dark.

“Ronan,” I said, blinking hard.  I was going to faint.  I could feel it.  It was too much to handle.  I tried to shout out for him, but something blocked my mouth.

“Come with me,” Luke whispered.  “I'll take you someplace we can talk.”

“What?” I squeaked.  “N-no!  I'm not going anywhere with you!  Ronan—”

My shout grew muffled as I flew into the air and was suddenly surrounded by warm fabric.  

“Just... try to relax, Maya,” Luke's voice said from all around.  “I'll take you someplace warm so we can talk.  I swear I'll explain everything.”

“But... Ronan,” I said weakly as my vision grew black.  I rocked hard against the surface all around me.  Luke's steps pounded below.  “He's looking for me.  I told him I'd be here...”

“I have to talk to you about this first,” Luke said softly.  “Please... just let me explain everything.  You don't know...”

“I don't want to go with you,” I whispered as nervous tears started to fall.

“Just hush,” he muttered.  “I'm not going to hurt you.  Not again.  Just... relax, Maya.  Relax until we get there... I'll explain everything.”

I felt my body give up.  My vision went completely black.

I heard Luke grunt something after walking for a few moments... and Ronan's voice grunt back a curt reply.

Overprotective Thirteen
Another short chapter to lead to a longer one, hopefully.  Enjoy it!!

Thursday night.  I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that Ronan basically ignored me for the past few days – save for someone pulling the fire alarm, I wasn't able to get within ten giant sized feet of him.  He would look at me – smile and be curt and polite... but that was it.  I knew I had blown it.  I guessed my dad was right.  If crushes were easy, they would be called something else.

Isabelle frowned as we stood right in front of my house after another school day.

“I can't believe you're actually going to let that prick get away with it,” she grumbled.  “Why don't you just tell your dad what happened?  I bet he can get you out of Saturday detention.”

“I'm not tattling anymore,” I muttered.  “It's not a big deal.  It's five hours.”

“But that sub...” Isabelle said softly.  “What he said... it wasn't right.”

“I didn't see you standing up to him either, Izzy,” I said, trying to smile.

“You know this school.  They can call it co-ed all they want, but if you ended up with Saturday detention, I would probably end up suspended for three days.  They seriously have a no-tolerance policy when it comes to giants.  I'm sorry, though—”

“It's okay,” I said, looking ahead.  I could see Garrett's shadow in one of the large windows.  He was waiting.  But I guess he figured so long as I was talking to Isabelle then it wasn't such a big deal.  I scuffed my sneakers into the pavement.  “I wouldn't want you to get into any more trouble anyway.”

“Thanks,” Isabelle muttered.  “I just... I know how that principal is—”

“I don't want you to get another suspension.”

“Yeah,” she mused.   Her eyes flashed to my house and then back down at me before sighing heavily.  “And... Luke?” she tried.

“He's left me alone, Izzy,” I said.  “Don't worry about him.”

“And Ronan?”

This left me frowning.  “He's... he's still ignoring me.”

“He's such a weirdo,” she said in a crisp voice.  “I don't get it.  Really, I don't get the whole thing!  Humans and giants.  Where's the connection come from?”  Her eyes widened.  “N-no... no offense, Maya.”

I chuckled.  “For the last time, none taken,” I said, shaking my head.  “I know you don't get it.  Honestly?  I don't really get it either.  If Ronan really did like me – and that's a big 'if' now – I wonder why.  He said I was brave, but that's not a reason to like someone.  To stand up for them.”

“It's a good a reason as any, I guess,” Isabelle said, watching as a pair of giants went past.  The taller female reached to grab the smaller guys hand.  “Ugh, love is in the air,” she grumbled.  “I don't know why I can't get a guy.”

“Maybe you're not looking in the right place.”

“Like I'd ever date a human.”

“I'm not saying that,” I said, though I laughed a bit at the idea.  Izzy... she couldn't date a human.  She didn't have the patience.  I was shocked she was such good friends with me.  “Maybe Mr. Broderick is more your style.”

“The new theater teacher?  He's ancient!”

“He's twenty-four,” I said.  “Chill out.  And I see the way he looks at you.”  I waggled my brows.  “You are eighteen, now.  Fresh meat.”

“You're disgusting,” she sniffed.  “I'm not dating... a... teacher!”  she shook her head.  “Was he really looking at me?”

“You're so simple,” I said.  I wanted to laugh at first, but I remembered Ronan's warning about Luke and his friends.  They thought all humans were simple.  Maybe they were right.

“I can try talking to your dad,” Isabelle said.  “Maybe he'll let me come in for a bit, since I'm not one of your many giant suitors.”

“I don't have any giant suitors,” I huffed.

“You at least have one.”

“Hardly.  He won't even look at me.”

“Give him time,” she said.  “From what you told me, he's just pissed.  He needs to blow off steam.”

“He won't even talk to me online, Izz,” I said.  “I tried.  He ignores me.  I think... I think he's over it.”

“If he's making this much of an effort to avoid you, I don't think that's the case. Give him time,” she said.  “As for Luke and his buddies, I'm with your dad and Ronan about this one.  Just... stay away, alright?  Luke's family is a damn mystery.  Everyone talks about how strict his dad is, but no one's actually seen the dude.”  she shuddered.  “Ahh well... you sure you don't want me to try and talk to your dad?”

I shook my head.  “Nah, I'll be online.  Just hope on Skype when you get home.”

“Who says I'm going home right away?  Maybe I have a date!”

“With Mr. Broderick?”

“Not funny,” she grumbled as she took a step back.  “Seriously though.  Give weirdo boy time.  Give creepy boy space.  You hear me?”

“Thanks, aunt Izz,” I said, walking towards my house.

“Maya.  I'm serious.”

“So am I,” I said, stopping at the door to wave.  “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“See you.”

My father smiled as I opened the door.  “You're handling this grounding pretty well,” he said as I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack.

“Well, Garrett, this so called grounding as included two nights out for dinner, vanilla bean ice cream and the latest anime movie I've been begging you for.”  I arched a brow as I landed on the counter and walked over to the fridge.  “I'd hardly call that a grounding, wouldn't you?”

He flushed.  “Just trying to make things less horrible.”

“That's not how grounding works,” I said with a laugh as I pulled out a red can of pop.  I snapped the tab and took a long, cool chug.  Ahhh the sugar and bubbles.

“Just tonight, Friday and Saturday morning,” he said.

“I'm allowed to go out Saturday night?” I squeaked.

“That was the deal.  Serve the time, pay for the crime?”  His face looked confused by the end.  “I don't know the actual quote.”

“Garrett, you're impossible,” I said with a laugh as I climbed back to the ground.  Garrett watched me from his chair with a soft expression.  “I'm going on the computer for a bit.  I'll be back for dinner.”

“Movie, tonight?” he called.

“You're on,” I said, tucking my backpack over my shoulder.  I headed into my room and somehow managed to climb up onto my massive bed with a open can of pop in hand.  I flung my backback over the large comforter and went to retrieve my laptop.  I smirked as I noticed LizzyIzzy was already on Skype.

MayaJ2233 That was fast

LizzyIzzy Some of us don't have short little human legs, mortal.

MayaJ2233 You always have a way of making me laugh.

LizzyIzzy So how's your dad?

MayaJ2233 You know him. The grounding is brutal.  We're ordering later and watching a movie.

LizzyIzzy  He is a monster, yes?

MayaJ2233  The worst!

I laughed hard as I continued my casual conversation with my best friend.  I didn't know what I would do without her.  My eyes flashed to the screen as a familiar screen name popped on and I swallowed hard, typing to Isabelle.

MayaJ2233  He's online

LizzyIzzy Ignore him.  It's probably a test to see if you'll message him.

MayaJ2233  Or maybe he's online to talk to his friends.

LizzyIzzy  He doesn't have any.  Seriously Maya.  Ignore.  Him.  Make him message you.

I looked at the screen.  That member name was taunting me.   I couldn't help it.

I said hey.  I waited.  Nothing.  I frowned.

LizzyIzzy You messaged him, didn't you?

MayaJ2233  Guilty as charged.  I suck.

LizzyIzzy You do.  But I guess I can forgive you.  Weird or not, he's got a nice set of arms.  I wonder what it would be like to be held by those things.  Mmmm...

MayaJ2233 You're out of your damn mind.

LizzyIzzy  Yes.  Yes I am.  :-)

I chuckled and shook my head as I continued to watch the screen.  Was it so terrible to want a response from Ron18an59?  I had just about given up when a new message appeared on my screen.


I blinked.

LiesWiseRoCg Hey there.  Mind if we talk?

I quickly started typing to Izzy to see if she knew who this person was and she sent me an icon of her shoulders shrugging.  Damn her.  I looked at the name, trying to piece who it was.

LiesWiseRoCg I know I haven't been the nicest to you, but I'd like to clear that up.  Online.

I tilted my head.  Lies Wise?  I didn't recognize that... but the initials at the end.  RoCG.

Ronald O' Connor.

I broke out into a smile.

MayaJ2233  Izzy!  I think it's Ronan.  I think he's trying to apologize.

LizzyIzzy I thought you said you didn't know the name.  And isn't he already online?  Isn't he ignoring you?

MayaJ2233  I don't think so.  Maybe this is his way of reaching out.  I think he's trying to apologize.

LizzyIzzy Just be careful.  What makes you think it's him?

MayaJ2233  The name.  It has his initials at the end.

LizzyIzzy  Well that's good then. :-)  Good luck!  And give him hell!  My little sister is bothering me.  I gotta go.  See you later tonight or at school.

MayaJ2233  Thanks girl!  Byes!  

She signed off.  I couldn't believe it.  Finally, Ronan was reaching out to me.  I couldn't hide my excitement.  The cursor blinked, alerting me that his old screen name was online.  It was confirmed.  Maybe it was easier for him this way.

MayaJ2233  Sorry about the wait.  I was talking to a friend.

LiesWiseRoCg That's fine.  After everything that went down this week, I don't mind waiting a few extra moments.  How are you holding up by the way?  With everything that happened on Monday?

MayaJ2233  Better now.  Now that we're talking about it like reasonable adults.

LiesWiseRoCg I agree. Things shouldn't have went down the way they did.  I was an idiot to get caught up in all that shit.  Honestly, you and I.  We're not that different, Maya.  This is Maya Jones, isn't it?

I smiled.  It was Ronan.  Only he would call me by that name.

MayaJ2233 It is.  And really?  You think we have a lot in common?

LiesWiseRoCg  More than you know.  That's why I have this screen name.  I think it's more true to who I am.

MayaJ2233  A liar?

LiesWiseRoCg In some ways.  But I want to come clean.  At least to you.  Because after everything that happened on Monday, despite how I'm acting... I can't get my mind off of you. The whole thing just left such a sour taste in my mouth and I want to make things right.  Because like I said... we have more in common than I think you realize.  And I want... I want to share that common ground with you, because if I don't share it with someone, I think I'm going to lose my mind.

MayaJ2233  So talk to me at school tomorrow.

LiesWiseRoCg  I can't.

MayaJ2233 You can't?

LiesWiseRoCg Please understand.  I want to.  So badly, but there are things I just can't say in school.  I need to talk to you off-campus.  Especially with this piece of information.

MayaJ2233  So what do you want to do?  I'm... I'm free after Saturday detention.

Really?  Because that would be great.  I want to clear up things.  But... there is one thing I want to ask you.

MayaJ2233  What's that?

LiesWiseRoCg Please don't tell anyone about this conversation.  Please don't tell anyone that I want to meet you outside of school.  People won't like it.  I'm sure there are people in your life who don't want you to give me the time of day anymore.  Just... give me your silence until Saturday night and then I'll tell you everything.  And then... you can decide what you want to do with that information, okay?

It was hard not to smile at Ronan's vulnerability.  And he was right.  I could see Izzy and my dad throwing a fit about going out to meet him on Saturday after ignoring me all week.  But I had to see him. I had to talk to him.  I had to know what he wanted to say.

MayaJ2233  It's a deal.  I'm looking forward to it.

LiesWiseRoCg  Me too.  And even before I see you Saturday, I just want to say again.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry for everything that happened on Monday.  It wasn't meant to get so out of hand.  But for what it's worth... it's been on mind.  You've been on my mind.  It's driving me crazy because I wish I would have told you from the start why I was so pissed off.  I didn't know we had so much in common.  Ugh... but I'm rambling.  I gotta go.  Family stuff.  Where do you want to meet Saturday?

MayaJ2233  How about the diner?

LiesWiseRoCg  No.  I can't go there.

MayaJ2233  Since when?

LiesWiseRoCg  I know a place.  Meet me at the park on Saturday at four, okay?

MayaJ2233  Sure

LiesWiseRoCg  Great!  Looking forward to it, Maya.  And please, don't take it personally if I don't talk to you at school tomorrow.  It just... it needs to be done this way.  I'll explain Saturday.  I have so much I want to get off my chest.

MayaJ2233  Until then?

LiesWiseRoCg Until then.

The name disappeared as quickly as it came and I had to admit, I was a little at a loss for air.  Ronan wanted to talk to me.  He wanted to see me.  I ran over the conversation several times, relishing in each word and each sentiment, one after the other.  There were so many things he wanted to say.  So many things we had in common.  I wondered if he was finally going to admit he liked me.  Despite his ignoring me, I knew he had a reason to and I was grateful that he still couldn't stop thinking about me.  Honestly, the same was true for me.  I couldn't get Ronan/Ronnie off my mind.  Not talking to him in school tomorrow was going to be so hard, but I would manage if it meant he would finally share something personal with me.

I smiled hard as I shut the laptop and started to countdown until Saturday.

Stinking detention couldn't come quickly enough.
Overprotective Twelve
Man... that's a lot of HTML work.  I'm pooped!!

Well... hope you enjoy this chapter!  I can't wait to work on the next.  :-)

My father was on the phone when I got back to the house.  I had taken the long way home, but I knew my dad was working early hours today so he would be waiting.  He was frowning.

“Saturday detention?” he asked when he saw me walk through the door.  His eyes widened as the person on the other side of the conversation continued to speak.  “That doesn't sound like her at all. Are you sure?”  He turned his back.  “That really doesn't sound like Maya.  I'll have a word with her.  Yes... I understand that it's non-negotiable.  She's not a troublemaker.  I'm sure there's a good explanation for this.”  He shifted his feet.  “Yes... I know.  I understand that.  I'm sure it wasn't anything personal.  I am her father after all.”  He paused.  “Hmm? Yes... that's true.  I took custody after her mother passed.  Human.”

I frowned.  I was willing to bet that damn secretary was snooping again.  She was a human herself, but she still had a hart time believing that my father was a giant and my mom was a  human.  It made me sick how people just couldn't accept it.

“This Mr. Stevens sounds like a bit of trouble,” Garrett muttered.  “Perhaps my daughter isn't the only one who... hmmm?  Yes.  Saturday.  Eight until noon.  I understand.  Good bye.”  He laid down the receiver of the heavy phone and turned to be with an expression to match.

“Saturday detention?” he questioned.

“Garrett... it wasn't my fault,” I said, storming up to him.  It stopped a few feet away and looked up at him, willing myself not to back down.  If I could handle Ronan/Ronnie, I was sure I could make something clear to my own father.  “That sub had a problem with humans—”

“I'm aware of Mr. Stevens' reputation,” he said.

“You... you are?”

“Of course I am.  They don't bring subs into a co-ed school without a vote from the community.  I voted against him.”  He frowned.  “But that doesn't excuse what you did.  Why were you messing with the class roster?”

“I didn't do it!”

“So what happened?” he asked, turning away and walking towards the living room.  He knew that I didn't like to be picked up unless absolutely necessary.  “Come sit with me,” he said, patting the arm of the chair he sat in.

I followed quickly and after a few awkward moments of jogging and climbing, I found myself perched next to his elbow.  “Garrett... I only did it because I know the guy and they messed his name up.  I lied and said I was the one who did so people wouldn't laugh at him.”

Garrett tilted his head.  “The name was wrong on the roster?”

“Well... no.  Not exactly.  The name was right.  But it's a name he doesn't like.”

My father's frown grew.  “Is this about Luke?”

“No,” I said firmly.  I didn't even want to think about that right now.  “It wasn't about Luke.”

“Was this about Ronan?”

“No, it was about Ronnie,” I said distractedly.

“Ronnie?” Garrett asked.  “Another guy?”

“No, no.  Ronan is Ronnie, Garrett.” He was starting to look bewildered.  It was hard not to laugh.  “Ronan's actual name is Ronald.  His mom calls him Ronnie.  That's the name on all the rosters and I guess all the full-time teachers already knew that.  But this sub didn't.”

“So you said you tampered with the roster,” Garrett filled in.

“Yes!” I said.  “I swear, that was all it was!” My face turned sour.  “But that stupid sub got all angry and started saying I was playing little pranks or something.”

“He said what to you?”  Garrett's expression darkened.  I hated seeing that side of him.  Garrett was usually so warm and kind... but you messed with is family... he changed into a different person.  Honestly, he was kind of like Ronan when he was pissed.  “Tell me exactly what he said.  I'll call the school back.”

“It's not a big deal.  He's just stupid—”

“What did he say, Maya?”

I searched my memory, willing myself not to focus on Garrett's intense expression.

“Can I at least ask something first?”

He softened.  “What?”

“What didn't you like about Mr. Stevens?  Why did you vote against him to be a sub?”  My eyes lowered.  “Was... was it bad vibes?”

He frowned.

“It is, isn't it?  Did you see something?  Like you saw with Luke?”

“I really want you to stay away from Luke Walters,” he said instead, trying to change the subject.  “There's something going on in that boy's family which he is trying really hard to block.  I can get a sense, but I can't dig deep unless he's around.”

“His family?” I croaked out.  I remembered how much Luke had freaked out when he thought his dad was going to find out about his prank.  Of course I couldn't talk to Garrett about this without telling him what happened in the hall.  And if he found about that... well damn.  I wouldn't be surprised if he sued the school.

“Yes,” Garrett went on.  “Just... don't get too close to that boy.  I talked to some of the guys at work about him—”

“Garrett, you didn't,” I grumbled.

“And I didn't like what I was learning.  Seriously, Maya.  I'm asking you.  I'm telling you.  Don't dig too much into that boy's business.”

“Yeah... sure,” I muttered.  Ugh, I hated lying to Garrett, but I couldn't help myself.  How could he think he could dangle this kind of information in front of me and not expect me to snoop?  “It's... it's not serious, is it?”

“Not in the way you're thinking,” Garrett conceded.

“His dad doesn't hurt him?”

“His dad?  Hurts him?” Garrett looked surprised.  “No... no I don't think you need to worry about that.”

“So why would he...” I trailed off, not wanting to reveal too much.  Luckily Garrett was going into tunnel vision about what happened with Mr. Stevens.

“What did he say to you?” he asked again before leaning over the chair to pick up a pad and pen from the coffee table.

“It wasn't anything so serious.”

“Maya.  Please,” he said, locking his eyes on mine.  I could feel the tension at how he wanted to protect me.  Ugh, maybe Ronan was right.  Maybe I did expect too much.  Maybe I did just assume Garrett would bail me out of everything.  It hurt.

“I don't remember,” I lied.  Everything Mr. Stevens had said to me rung heavily in my head.

Inappropriate... even for a human.

Little ones... making trouble.


Little antics.

But I couldn't bring myself to say them because what bothered me the most wasn't any of stupid Mr. Steven's accusations, it was the accusation from Ronan.

You expected it. You took it for granted.  Took me for granted.

You said you don't want a white knight but you obviously expect everyone to take care of you.  Me... and probably your poor stepdad.

“It's nothing,” I muttered.  “I'll just serve my Saturday detention.”

“For something that you didn't even do?  For standing up for someone who didn't even appreciate it enough to stand up for you?”

“He did stand up for me,” I said.  “You... you don't understand.”

“So help me understand,” Garrett said with searching eyes.  “Tell me what happened.”

“I don't have to tell you anything,” I said.  “I'll figure it out.”

“Figure what out?  Maya... talk to me.”  I could hear the pleading in his voice, but I just couldn't  let it loose.  I couldn't tell him what happened with Ronan and me.  I couldn't tell him my suspicions about Luke.  I couldn't tell him about the pusher.  I couldn't tell him anything!  My eyes burned.


Weak again.

Always weak.

“I'm... I'm going to the park,” I said, standing up and going to the ladder.  Garrett watched me wordlessly for a few moments, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, he spoke.

“No you're not,” he said.

I looked up at him.  “Huh?”

“You heard me.  You're not going to the park.  You... you're grounded.”

“For what?” I hissed.  “Garrett, you can't be serious.”

“If you won't talk to me about what happened, then I just have to take what the school said at face value.  You messed with the class roster...”

“But I didn't!”

“But you're taking the fall for it.  Which means you have Saturday detention.  Which means that you're grounded until you serve it.  No park, no diner, no nothing until after Saturday.”

“Garrett, you can't be serious.”  I tried to laugh it off and started to walk towards the door.  “I have to talk to Isabelle anyway.  She's waiting.”

“You're not going,” Garrett said, rising to his feet. “Maya, I would advise you not to push me on this.  You won't like the results.”

“What... you're taking a stand now?”

“I'm your father,” he said.  “It's my duty to take care of you.”

“You're not even my real father.”

Garrett froze, looking down at me.  I could tell the comment stung and immediately I wanted to take it back.  My lip quivered as I watched the words sink into him.  

“You can talk to Isabelle online,” he said softly.  “But you are grounded.  You will come home right after school for the rest of the week.  And if you don't come... I will find you.  I won't take away your computer so you can talk to whomever you like until Saturday.  But no going out on a weeknight.”


“Now, Maya,” he said, pointing to his room.  “I know how much you hate being picked up, but if you force me to, I will.”

“Oh... because you're a giant, you think it's so easy?”

“If I had to do the same thing if I was a human, I would,” he said.  His voice was still soft with hurt.  “Please don't make me do it, Maya.  You won't like and I won't like it.  Don't... please don't force me to do something which could effect our relationship.”  His eyes looked desperate.  He knew damn well if that if wanted to stop me from going out, he easily could.  But at what price?  Him plucking me off the floor and taking my ladders away?  If the thought felt sour in my mind, I couldn't imagine how it was for Garrett.

“Fine,” I croaked, storming past his shoes.  “I'll... I'll stay in my room.”

“Thank you,” he said.  I heard his shoes shift as I walked to my room.  “It's... it's only for a few days.  And if you talk to me about what happened—”

“Not gonna do it.”

“Then I'll lift the punishment,” he said. “Maya...” his steps rumbled on the hardwood as he easily caught up to me.  “Maya I know this doesn't seem fair.  But you have to understand that it's hard for me—”

“It's hard for you?” I croaked, stopping in front of my little door.  “What about it is hard for you?  You want to punish me?  You can.  You want to stop me from going out?  You can.  It's so easy for you.  All of you.”  My eyes watered.  I wasn't only talking about my father now.  “It's so easy for you giants to just rush in and help.  It isn't fair.”  I touched the door as Ronan continued to haunt my mind.  “It's too easy.  It can't actually mean anything.”


I sniffed hard.  “I don't always want to be helped.  I don't always want to be saved,” I muttered.  “I just... I just want to know it's real.”

“What's real?”

I shook my head.  “Nothing, Garrett.  I'm sorry... ugh... I'm so sorry.”

“For what?”  Fabric shifted behind me as Garrett crouched down.  Something hesitantly dropped over my shoulders.  I flinched, but the warmth remained.  Garrett's fingers curled around me carefully.  “What could you possibly be sorry about?”

“For being weak,” I whispered.  “For being a human.”

Before I had a chance to react, Garrett plucked me off the ground and slammed me against his chest.  It should have been awkward... but Garrett never made me feel that way.  He was a good man.  A good giant.  A good father.

“What... what brought this about?” he asked softly.  “Maya... you're not weak.”

“Yes I am,” I said.  “Compared to giants.  I'm weak.  Everyone always wants to help.  I know I should be grateful but it just makes me hate who I am.  I hate that you have to take care of me.  I hate that Isabelle always watches out for me like a mother hen.  And I hate Ronan—” I hiccuped the last name.  “I hate that you always have to take care of me.  And mom.”  I sniffed hard and buried my face into his shirt.  “I hate being a human sometimes.”

Garrett sucked in a surprised gasp at my last words.

But it was true.

I hated being a human sometimes.  It was hard to see yourself as an equal as the world continued to grow around you, making constant accommodations for these giants.  And though Garrett was kind, there was always that voice which reminded me that he would never see me as an equal.  I was always his 'little human daughter'.  I grumbled and sucked in another sob.

“You're not weak,” Garrett said at last.

“People keep saying that,” I said back.  “It's a lie.  I've been weak since mom died.”

“You're not the only one,” he admitted.  I felt him squeeze me a little tighter.  “I've felt like I've lost so much since she left us.  But you know what keeps me going?”

I sniffed again.  “What?”

“You, Maya,” he said, pulling me away from his chest.  His eyes were watering too.  It only made me want to cry more.  “Watching you grow into a version of the woman I fell in love with a few years ago.  Every day you look more and more like her.  You've always reminded me of her.  So whenever I'm feeling weak, I remind myself to stay strong so I can be the support you need to watch you grow into that same strong woman she was.”

I wiped my nose with my sleeve.  “I'm... I'm nothing like mom.”

“You're everything like her,” Garrett said with a light chuckle.  His free hand hand came up and caught some tears with the pad of his finger.  “You just need to understand that just because we're giants... and we want to help... doesn't make you weak.  Sometimes the most strength comes from knowing you have those who love and support you.  No matter what.”  He dared to smile.  “I'd love and protect you even more if I wasn't a giant, Maya.  It's actually harder this way because I have to find the balance.”

“The balance?” I repeated.

Garrett nodded.  “It's hard for us, too Maya.  As giants... those who want to be friends with humans.  We're constantly trying to find that balance of being a good friend and overstepping our boundaries.  We want to be there for you, but we don't want to smother you.  We want to make sure you're not hurt, but we want to give you the chance to fly on your own.  It's harder than you think for a giant to love a human.  Hell, to even be friends with one.”

I could see his point.  I wondered if Ronan was going through the same thing.  Hell, I wondered if he even wanted to see my face after what happened earlier today.  After school, he just stormed down the hall before I even had a chance to shout his name.  I frowned.  As much as I wanted to talk to Ronan and apologize for what happened, there was another giant who needed me more.

“Hey, Garrett,” I said, wiping the last of my tears.  “I know I'm grounded and all... but... you maybe... wanna watch a movie or something?”

He tilted his head.  “But you're grounded,” he mused.  “Is that allowed?”

“Are you seriously asking me?” I tried not to laugh.  I think it was the first time since mom had passed that he'd had to punish me.  And even then, he still wasn't quite sure how to do it.  I smirked.  “Garrett...” I groaned.

“Alright, alright,” he relented, standing up.  He kept me in his hand this time as he walked back to the living room.  “As your stepfather, I'm saying it's allowed.”

“Garrett,” I grumbled.


“You... you're not my stepfather,” I said.  I looked up at him and smiled.  “You're my real dad.  Always have been.  Always will be, okay?”

“You're sure?” he asked, reaching for the remote as he plopped down on the couch.

“Never been more positive,” I said.  “And I'm sorry for what I said.  I'm not mad at you.”

“So who are you mad at?”

“That... that's something I'll deal with later,” I muttered as he settled down into the cushions.  He lowered me to the top of the back cushions so we could look eye-to-eye.  “And I'm not mad.  Not anymore.  If anything... I'm mad at myself.”

“Oh?” he asked.  “I guess it would be pointless to ask to talk about it.”

“You'd guess right,” I said.

I couldn't bring myself to talk about Ronan just yet.  I'd already jumped the gun too soon with Luke and now it was biting me in the ass.  If Ronan's feelings were real, and he was being serious about me, I wanted to make sure I was ready to handle his feelings and what that would mean.  Could I handle another person wanting to find that balance to protect and care for me like Garrett did?  Could I ask Ronan to do that?  I knew that he at least must like me a little bit after what he did today, but did he still?  And would he ever actually say it?

Tomorrow.  I'd talk to him tomorrow about it if he'd let me.

Until then... this was time I needed to spend with Garrett.

“Garrett,” I muttered, leaning against his neck as he booted up some anime movie from the 1990s.  “You're... you're really a great dad, you know that?”

His skin warmed.  “That's not really what you're supposed to say after getting grounded,” he muttered, keeping his voice soft for my sake.

I smiled.  “I know, but sometimes you really help me see the big picture.  I don't even think you realize you're doing it.  And that's what makes you a great dad, dad.”

“I'm... I'm glad,” he said.  “I couldn't have asked for a better daughter.  Don't think for a second that you're nothing like your mom, Maya.  You... you're strong... just like her.  And whatever you're going through, I'm sure you'll figure it out.  Just know that I am there for you if you need me, okay?  Don't forget that I want to help when I can.”

“Thanks, dad,” I said, patting his neck.

“You're welcome, Maya.”

I would deal with all this Ronan and Luke stuff tomorrow.  For now... it was just my dad and me.  Giant and human... father and daughter.

And it was the best evening I'd had in months.


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