Cricket And Tilly Novels & Stories

“Ugh! Expecting you to commit a mistake intentionally is like waiting for pigs to fly or for Chris Evans to propose to me.” “Well, there’s a reason why it’s called mistake, Tilly. You’re not supposed to do it in the first place, and please leave poor Captain America alone.” Tilly sighed, finally giving up on me. “We’re humans. We’re supposed to make mistakes. Lots of it.” She grabbed me by my arm and forced me to turn around. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. Just checking if you’re hiding some wings there. Feels like I’m always talking to God’s apprentice when I’m with you. You sure you’re not Virgin Mary?”

a tiny Steele. Clark coughs. "Can we please stop talking about my brother's anatomy?" He covers his eyes as if Atlas was in front of us and he needs to shield his sight. Tilly's laugh fills the room. She has one of those deep, loud, jackal laughs that turn heads not with its pleasantness but because it sounds absolutely diabolical. I love my friend but I've seen her chuckle and make a baby cry. "SOOOOOO...." Tilly purrs, "Clark and I want to take you out for a celebratory lunch to toast the completion of your first day at work."