Skye
I woke up to agonizing pain. I rubbed my sore neck and looked at my bullet wound. He was sleeping like a kitten. His dirty blonde hair was ruffled in front of his face. I tried to sit up without making too much noise. The leaves cracked underneath me. Nice job. I said angrily to myself. I sat up slowly and almost screamed when a giant arm curled around my waist.
"Careful, Skye. Wouldn't want you to get injured again," he whispered. I sighed and fell back beside him. Even in the darkness of the forest his brown eyes glowed and shimmered in the dim moonlight. It made me wish even more we could have a normal relationship
"Why do you always act like I'm weak?" I asked softly. He looked at my shoulder thoughtfully, and locked eyes with me once more.
"I don't. You're brave, persistent, you don't stand out, but you push through life anyways. You're always picked at by others, and you're stubborn," he said smiling at the end. I lifted my uninjured hand and straightened his bangs out. I hoped we wouldn't have to ever run into Crane again.
"I could call you Bluejay, or maybe just Blue since your name is Jay ," I say, lying down beside him. He smiles wider and rests his head on his arm. I start thinking about all Crane had done. I didn't understand why, of all people, the men mugging the store chose to chase us after hundreds had fled the store when the ambush occurred.
"What if we see him again? What happens if he finds us?" I ask. His eyes lower sulkily and he shaked his head slowly.
"I'm not gonna let that happen, okay? I promise," he whispered. I nodded and turned over. My shoulder still burned from excruciating pain. I closed my eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts. All I could think about was Blue.
I felt something wet trickling on my face. I wrinkled my nose. A shot shoulder, and rain beating down on it. Perfect. When I opened my eyes, I didn't awake to rain. Blue was crouched over me. His hair was soaking wet and he smelled a little like a sewer. His fresh rain scent had died away.
"What is that-" I was cut off abruptly by his huge hand. Nasty tasting water poured into my mouth. I tore it away from my lips and gave him an ugly look. He took his hand off of my face and gave me an apologetic look. He helped me up and pointed to the men twirling in circles. They had guns in their hands, and I almost screamed. They had on black jackets with red lining lined across the edges.
"Just come on," Blue whispered, barely audible. I stood up and ran. The dead oak leaves under me crunched and cracked.
Good job, Skye, I say angrily to myself. The men whisk around and see us. Blue snatches my wrist and points at a small grey arc that was barely noticeable from the tops of the trees. He sprinted forward and almost ripped my arm off. I was jerked forward by his incredible speed and he guided me in front of him. We started getting deeper into the forest, and sunlight started to become scarce. I heard gunshots ring throughout the forest and echo throughout the trees. We kept running. I used to be ahead of Blue, but his perseverance was stronger than mine. He passed me gradually, and finally it got so quiet in the forest I could hear our heavy breathing. Somehow, we had started to run uphill. A few paces away, past the group of trees was the rocky ledge Blue had pointed out when we were on lower grounds. A big gap was in between where we were standing, and what looked like the entrance to a cave. I started to wonder how far we had run. Blue and I both decided we would stop for the day. The trees had almost completely blocked out the sun, and it was getting dark. We wouldn't even have moonlight to guide us if we went on. Blue leaned up against a tree. We were so tired we didn't even talk. I rested myself on his stomach. It was probably only 8:00, but we were so tired we didn't care. Just as I closed my eyes, and my thoughts seemed to drift. I thought about Blue and I, our closeness to each other. He probably wouldn't take shame into admitting he liked me. I wasn't worried about that, but I was worried about… myself. I'm too awkward for a relationship. I'd probably ruin it anyways. Then why weren't you afraid when he held you until you fell asleep? It'd probably be better if I stayed off his back and just tried to focus on Crane, right now. He's too nice to reject me, but I can't just… throw him out.
Can I?