13A/N: Hey, so my first story! Hope people review. Seems like everyone's forgotten Dragon Booster. Anyway this is me pretending Kitt and Pyrrah have made up after the Fanning the Flames incident. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Booster.
"Hey, Kitt!" Artha waved wildly to his crew member.
Kitt turned her head to see him running towards her. "Hey," she smirked, raising an amused eyebrow. "You OK?"
"Wha-?" He panted. "Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'm fine."
"All right," Kitt shrugged "So, what do you want to ask me?"
Artha did a double take. "How did you know I wanted to ask you something?"
"Well, you didn't run all the way here just to say hi, did you, stable boy?"
"Will you go to the Academy's dance with me?" he blurted out.
Kitt's jaw dropped. Of all the things she was expecting him to want to talk about (the race he lost earlier today, for example), this wasn't one of them. "Huh? Oh. Sure," she managed to say.
"Great. Great. See you then." Artha bounced nervously. "I- uh, bye."
Kitt blinked. "'Kay," she watched him leave, st ill kind of shocked. Where had that come from? And why in the name of Magna Draconis hadn't she said no? It's not like they flirted or anything. He was hot, he really was. But still. He could have given her a heads-up or something. Maybe a "Hey, Kitt, you look great today," or a "Nice hair, Kitt." Anything.
"Hey, Katie." Pyrrah came out of nowhere and poked her shoulder.
"Don't call me Katie," Kitt replied automatically.
"You're spacing out," Pyrrah said, ignoring her.
"Stable boy just asked me to go to the Academy dance with him. Why do you find it surprising that I'm spacing?"
"He-what?" Pyrrah did a double take. "Wow."
"That's one word for it."
"Did you say yes?"
"Yeah," Kitt half smiled at Pyrrah. "Wonder what he looks like in a tux..."
"Yeah...you're drooling."
"Shut up. I am not."
"Uh-huh. C'mon let's go pick out your dress now so you don't obsess over choices at the last minute."
"I don't obsess! I just think. Intensely. Out loud."
"Sane people call that obsessing." Pyrrah informed her smugly.