Resisting your heart
I couldn't believe it. I had been in the gang for a full year now and it didn't even feel like two months had passed. The past year has been amazing, 'the gang' aren't just 'the gang' anymore, they have become my family. Yeah, me and Marian still have our differences but I s'pose she is just the older sister that everyone somehow gets stuck with. Of course, Robin and Will are like my older brothers, which is scary, because they are a lot like what my real brothers were. Little John, obviously, is 'Papa Bear' of the group and ever since I first joined he has always been the one I went to for advice. Over the year it has been hard to find a place for Much in my family, because as much as I love him, I don't love him like a brother. More of a pet. So Much is just like the pet dog, cute and adorable. With Marian being the annoying older sister, Djaq just automatically became my sweet, protective older sibling. She always had a way with words and somehow, it was beyond me, was always able to stop an argument between Marian and I. And, honestly, being able to do that is truly amazing. Then there leaves Allan A Dale. Sorry, then there leaves the amazingly gorgeous, charming and irritably irresistible Allan A Dale. Allan was never going to be like a brother or a pet dog to me. I knew that as soon as I looked deep into his crystal blue eyes and got lost. I never planned on being so attracted to him but over the year, he hasn't exactly made it easy for me. I remember once when we were out collecting fire wood together. God, I felt like punching him there and then…
*FLASHBACK*
"What do you mean you have never had cream?" I asked, seriously shocked at what Allan had just told me. "I've never had cream. Didn't like the look of it so I have kept well clear of it." He stated, quite matter of factly. He looked to be deep in thought; like that having cream was a life or death situation. I just smiled at that, I loved watching him when he was concentrating on something. The way his eye brows would furrow together and how he always pokes the inside of his cheek slightly with his tongue. Wait! What am I thinking? Collect firewood then go back to camp. That is all I have to do. Why, am I thinking about how cute Allan looks when he concentrates? God, I bet I must be going bright red now. Congratulations Alex, you have made a complete fool of yourself, everyone give her a round of applause. "You ok Alex? You're lookin' a little red in the face," It was Allan's voice that snapped me back to reality. "Umm…yeah I'm fine, just a little tired. You wanna sit down for a bit, catch a breath?" Oh lord, was that the best I could do? Now he is going to think I am so stupid. Even worse than Much! "Yeah, we have been out a while and I forgot you're new to the whole 'Forrest Fitness stuff." Allan said grinning, each and every one of his words dripping with sarcasm. Just hearing that made me annoyed, I know he was only teasing but there was a part of me that felt like I had to prove him wrong. So, without even thinking I said "Forrest Fitness? Huh, I bet I could beat you in a race any day!" As soon as the last word left my lips, I regretted it. Of course Allan would somehow twist this to his advantage. It was Allan A Dale for lord's sake; master of trickery. As soon as the word bet was mentioned I had Allan's full attention. The mischievous glint in his eye was enough warning for me to know that I was in for trouble. "Alright Alex. Let's have this little race of yours and we'll see who wins," What? I thought. That can't be it, where's the catch? "Ok. The race is from here, to that far tree over there, then…umm… round the outside of those three pine trees there, down the hill and then back up the other side to finish here again. Sound good?" I asked, praying he will agree to it. "Yeah that sounds good. But I know how we can make this interesting. We can put a bet on it?" There it is. The catch. Placing a bet doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I could just bet a foot rub or something. I nodded my approval and waited for him to respond. "Ok, so you make your bet first. You know, ladies first n'all,"
"Right then. I bet that, if I win, you have to give me a foot massage every night for a week." I was satisfied with my bet, because Allan had given me a foot massage before and it was really nice. All Allan did was smile, whilst contemplating what he would bet. From the sudden look he gave me, I knew he had decided. "I bet, that if I win," he paused for a moment, shooting me his charming grin that melted my heart every time, then began again. " I bet that, if I win… you have to kiss me."