Re: Savannah/Marty
Savannah pulled back, pouting as she looked at Marty. "Now, why am I evil? I thought you'd like that. Doing things you like isn't evil. You want to confuse me." The hand on her hip seemed to confirm that it was a very good idea, so there was no reason to be evil at all.
She leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. "This is weird. Us, sitting here, it's normal and that makes it strange," she said, not sure what she even meant or why she was telling him. "I didn't think we'd ever get normal again, or maybe this has become normal. I rarely think about home or my friends anymore." There was no time to worry about things so far away. "I haven't done a stunt in months." She still did her tumbling and stretches, refusing to lose her skills just yet. "The only time I really think of home is when I talk to Tim, and if you mention running off with him again, I will hit you. I still can't believe you thought that. Really! Being Baptist doesn't mean that I'm a redneck. Do you seriously think that I want to raise babies in a trailer, playing with empty bottle of beers for fun? You're such a dolt some times," she said, grinning.