HI EVERYONE! So this is my first fanfic, so it might be bad so PLEASE REVIEW. Also, a disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Gone or any of Michael Grant's other amazing stories. If I did, I would be rich and famous and most probably wouldn't be on this site. SO READ AND REVIEW!
Lana hears a knock on the door. She groans. Patrick barks.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she screams.
"Quinn and I'll leave if you don't want your fish."
She gets off the bed she had been lying on and answers the door.
Quinn is soaked and smells like the sea. Duh. Fishing in the ocean doesn't make you smell like the ocean or anything. Lana looks out the hall from side to side. "You didn't take Sanjit with you? Please say no."Quinn smiles. "Nope. Just me and your fish." He hands the fish to Lana. "Here ya go." They stand there awkwardly for a few moments.
"Alright. I got to get back to the crew. I'll see you around." Quinn says.
"Okay. Bye. See you."
"Bye."She closes the door. She thought Quinn was cute but Sanjit would be SOO jealous. But why did she care what Sanjit thought. Wisdom.
She had called Sanjit Wisdom on several occasions. He would always say the same thing in response, "Don't call me by my slave name!" If Virtue was around, he and Sanjit would be laughing. Stupid inside jokes. Lana honestly didn't care why he didn't like to be called Wisdom. She just liked to see him get pissed off. In a way, Sanjit reminded her of Patrick. No matter what she said to him, no matter how many times Lana shooed him, he seemed like he was a loyal, faithful dog. You could shoot a dog and it'd still love you. Hahaha.
Then she heard another knock on the door. Patrick barked. Lana went and checked the peephole. Speaking of the devil she thought. Stupid dog. She laughed to herself. Dogs. Plural.
Lana didn't answer the door. An hour passed and, Wisdom was still there.
She went over and answered the door. She sighed. "What do you want?"
"To say hi."
"Well…"
"Hi."
"Bye." Lana said and slammed the door in his face.