Well, that escalated quickly.

Okay. so things are pretty confusing, so I suggest you keep readin' so things get less confusing.

Disclaimer: I'm not George Lucas, George Lucas isn't me, so it's not my crap, it's Disney's. OKAY?

I mean, the plot and OCs are mine but, YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA SHUT UP NOW

CHAPTER 1:

POINT OF VIEW: EZRA BRIDGER

"Holy kriffing heck!" I exclaimed, after recovering from the blow we took from the enemy ship. My usage of colorful vocabulary resulted in me getting a hard thwack in the side of the head.

"Karabast!" I groaned, shooting Sabine an aggravated glare, "What the krif was that for?!"

"For the language, Ezra!" she groaned. A large BOOM was heard outside the ship.

My vocabulary wasn't actually that bad, she's just being a smartalec.

Besides, she uses those words almost more than I do.

I shook my head and returned my focus back to piloting the Phantom.

It was supposed to be simple.

Get in, get out.

But nooooooo.

Imperials were all like, Aww heck no. You know what imperials?

"Screw you!" I thought outloud, then fired rapidly at the TIE in front of us.

The ship shuddered as it suffered a another blow from a TIE Fighter behind us.

Karabast, they just don't stop coming.

"Holy krif!" I exclaimed, then reared the ship downward and decreased my speed, allowing the TIE that was originally behind us to pass us up so it was now directly in front us. We had ducked beneath the clouds, and out of the TIE's sight.

Because I was not in a great mood at the moment, I released all my pissed-offed-ly-ness into the guns, firing like a mad man until the TIE exploded with a large BOOM, a large cloud of black smoke the only thing in it's place.

It definitely worked. I wasn't as pissed off.

I huffed out a sigh, and leaned back in my seat, running a hand through my sweaty hair.

Was I really that stressed?

I rubbed my forehead, and sure enough, little beads of sweat clung to my gloves from the touch.

I scoffed, and began to laugh, remembering Sabine's agitated look from earlier. "Did you know that you're adorable when you're pissed?" I teased.

Sabine merely rose a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Krif," I said, exaggerating the "fuh" at the end of the word. Sabine's eyes widened. "Kriffity, krif, krif, krif!" I continued, the annoyed look on her face egging me on.

"KARABAAAAAAAAST!" I began to sing, in an extremely obnoxious opera tone that I was quite proud of, because it was clearly serving its purpose to the fullest.

It was driving her to the brink of insanity.

"Oh my freaking GOSH Ezra Bridger!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat, before she poked me hard in the chest with her index finger. "You're going to get us killed because you feel the need to piss me off with your constant unsuccessful attempts to FLIRT, not to mention that all imperial eyes will be on us because you can't keep your operatic mouth SHUT!" she burst, seeming to cram the mouthful of words into one single sentence. Only Sabine had the temper to do it.

I could barely contain my amusement. I shook my head and shrugged, "Too many big words. You need to narrow down your vocabulary smarty pants." I paused, a sinister grin stretching across my face. "Krif," I said quickly.

"I SWEAR, Ezra Bridger, you better shut your KRIFFING HOLE OR I WILL SHUT IT FOR YOU!" she exclaimed in irritation. I was about to say it again, but when I opened my mouth her hand twitched suspiciously, so I clamped my mouth shut. But that didn't muffle my laughter.

"K," I whispered.

"No."

"R."

"Don't you-"

"I."

"You son of a WOOKIE-"

"F!"

"YOU'RE DEAD BRIDGER!" she shouted, then she lunged at me, but didn't reach me in time, because a TIE had just taken out our left thruster, causing the ship to start plummeting downwards.

In a panic, I turned back towards the control panel, and because of my fear, I blanked out on how to control the ship.

I hurriedly reached for my comm, and fumbled for a minute until I found the button. "SPECTOR 2, WE ARE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT, WE ARE GOING DOWN!" I shouted nervously, noticing that the surface of Tatooine was getting too close for comfort.

I heard momentary static, before a reply came through. "Spector 5 and 6, are you alright?" Hera asked; she sounded afraid.

"No, the left thruster is out," I shook my head incredulously, "I think we're going to crash!"

My eyes darted out the window, noticing the dry barren land of Tatooine was rushing up to meet us.

POINT OF VIEW: HERA SYNDULLA

"Spector 5 and 6 come in!" I begged. Only static.

They crashed.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, the panic beginning to take over.

POINT OF VIEW: SABINE WREN

"Wha-? Where are you going?!" Ezra called to me.

I ignored him, and continued stomping away, my boots leaving sandy prints in the ground.

"We can't just leave the Phantom here! We have to get in contact with Hera! She'll come and get us!" he pleaded.

"NO!" I exclaimed, flipping around to face him. In all my anger, I stomped back over to him, and shoved him onto the ground. He looked no longer annoyed, but afraid.

"This is YOUR FAULT!" I said through clenched teeth. "If you had been focusing on steering the ship back to The Ghost, WE WOULD BE THERE, RIGHT NOW!"

I could feel my nostrils flaring, and I swear my eyes glared like daggers. But he fought back with daggers all his own. He opened his mouth to retort, but I cut him off with, "I swear," through clenched teeth, "You say another word, and your kriffing head will be on the other side of Tatooine."

Ezra's eyes widened. My own eyes widened too. I didn't like using swear words, but then again, they're not really curse words; I don't know the real curse words. Only Kanan uses words like that, and Hera gives him quite a hard time about it.

I felt a tinge of guilt form in the pit of my stomach, until it tightened into a knot. I didn't like being mean, especially not to Ezra. I'll snap at Hera; she blows it off. I'll burst out at Kanan; he doesn't care. I'll yell at Zeb; he laughs.

Ezra gets this look. This really sad, depressed, hollow look.

I cause this look ninety-five percent of the time.

And that was the look he was giving me right now.

I jumped a little when he muttered, "Why do you hate me?" I hadn't expected him to say a word after my demeaning threat.

I relaxed, my expression softening. "Ezra-"

"No! Ga- Sabine, if you hate me just, just TELL ME SO, okay?"

Karabast.

I don't do feelings.

I mean, I have feelings. I just prefer not to use them.

Ezra quickly wiped the underside of his eyes, and stood up, striding right past me, and towards...well, nowhere.

Had he been crying?

Great.

I curled my lips inward until they formed a straight line, and huffed out a sigh.

POINT OF VIEW: EZRA BRIDGER

If you had just kept your kriffing hole shut!

I walked quickly, trying to keep a minimum distance of 10 feet between me and Sabine.

I don't quite know where I was walking, but I thought maybe we could find some help.

Or something.

Earlier we went back to salvage some supplies, because we figured we would need some sort of life support out here in the unforgiving, barren lands of Tatooine.

I dragged my boots through the heavy sand, my eyes never leaving the ground.

You had one job.

...

I nestled myself closer to the pillow in the cold, makeshift tent.

Hot during the days, cold during the nights. That's how Tatooine works.

I could hear the silent snores of Sabine next to me.

Our backs were touching slightly, so I scooted away.

It got colder.

I pulled the blanket over my cold body, and felt Sabine shudder on the other side of me.

I sat up a little, just enough so I could see over my shoulder.

She was curled up into a little ball, only a small amount of the blanket covering her.

I had grown bigger than her now. A year really changed me. There even came a time when I got taller than her. She didn't exactly like that, me being younger and all. Now I was almost a whole head taller than she was. I was bigger, and a little larger in stature now. Which was why I was taking up more of the blanket.

Silently, I lifted the entire blanket off of me, then wrapped it around her so she was fully covered with every inch of the blanket.

As I lay back down, I heard Sabine stir.

"Ezra?" she asked quietly. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," I lied, bringing my knees closer to my chest. "You need that more than I do."

"Turn around," she commanded.

I suddenly didn't feel safe in the tent alone with her anymore.

Hesitantly, I rotated around, so I lay on my side, facing Sabine, who was laying on her side as well, facing me.

Her golden eyes were the most visible thing in the darkness.

By the force, she was the loveliest thing in the galaxy.

I finally was the one to break the silence.

"Do you hate me?" I whispered, while rotating onto my back. "And if you say no, I will be confused as kriffing heck." I sighed heavily. "You don't seem to understand how much I care about you. This originally was a flirty kind of crush. Now things," I paused."Things are different.

"And yet," I continued, "I still feel like you treat me as that fourteen-year-old you picked up off of Lothal."

I almost gasped when she scooted closer and nuzzled into my chest.

Holy mother of a-

"I'm sorry, Ezra. I shouldn't have gotten mad. I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't have pushed you,I shouldn't have done a lot of things."

I froze when I felt her lips meet my cheek, the sudden warmth flooding to that one spot.

She laughed a little. Probably at my expression.

"You certainly are nothing like that kid we picked up on Lothal," she smiled.

I smiled back at her. Then with a sinister grin across my face, I leaned forward closer and-

Licked the tip of her nose.

"WHAT THE- EW!" she exclaimed, sitting up and wiping her nose. She looked over at me. "WHAT THE KRIFFING HECK EZRA? YOU DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE!"

Very quickly I sat up and did it again.

"I SWEAR-" she threatened, before I did the unthinkable.

She never got to finish her sentence.

Because I was kissing her.

She didn't respond, she kind of just sat there, in complete astonishment.

When I parted from her, we looked each other in the eyes for a moment-

Before she slapped me.

I didn't dare say a word.

I only touched the tender part of my cheek with my hand, before looking up at her with utter confusion.

"OWWWW! WHA-WHY?" I exclaimed, while rubbing my cheek.

"WE ARE NOT A COUPLE EZRA!"

"BUT, YOU KISSED ME FIRST!"

"THAT WAS A FRIENDSHIP KISS!"

"WHA-THERE ARE NO FRIENDSHIP KISSES!"

"YES THERE ARE!"

I huffed, then flopped onto my back.

She did the same.

I shook my head and muttered, "There are no such things as-"

"YES THERE ARE STUPID!"

I narrowed my eyes and squinted at her. She shot me back the same look.

"You're an idiot Ezra Bridger," she scowled.

I sat up abruptly. "You know what I think it is? I think it's because you're a Mando. All you know is fighting and war. You don't know HOW to feel!"

"You SHAVIT!" she shouted, the steam almost visible out of her ears. "At least I was raised with dignity, respect, honor; you were raised as a no good, bratty, filthy LOTHRAT SCULAG!"

"YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR KRIFFING HOLE YOU SCHUTTA!"

Her eyes widened. "What did you just call me?" she said demeaningly.

"SCHU-" I began, "TA," I finished, slightly spitting out the last phrase.

"I will shove your head up you shebs if you say another kriffing word!" she threatened.

I think this was just becoming the "who can say the most swear words" contest.

But to be fair, I don't want my head up my shebs.

"Fierfek," she mumbled to me.

HOLY KRIF.

"Did you just use a HUTTESE curse on me?!" I inquired furiously.

"YES! YES I DID LASERBRAIN!"

"YOU WENT FROM FIERFEK TO LASERBRAIN? IMPRESSIVE! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD DROP SO LOW SO QUICKLY!"

I got slapped...again.

I would've slapped her back-

But I can't.

At least I know my fair share of huttese.

"SLEEMO!" I retorted. Good job Ezra, was that the best you could come up with?

"SHABUIR!"

"LURDO!"

"STOOPA!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST SHUT THE KRIF UP!" I shouted. I breathed in deep. "I can go to bed, while you can think of more swear words. Just do me a favor and SHUT. UP."

She scoffed. "Do YOU, a favor? After you called me a SCHUTTA?!"

"And you fired right back with FIERFEK!" I shouted, my voice cracking.

Probably from shouting for so long.

"JUST. SLEEP," I mumbled through clenched teeth. I flopped onto my side, and I felt her do the same.

I felt her kick me in the shin and mutter, "Fierfek."

I kicked her back and mumbled, "Schutta."

This, was going to be a long night.

I mentally just shot myself.

Schutta- slut

shebs- butt

the rest im too lazy to go look up again

I changed my mind. I felt like giving you guys more than one chapter in a day. Chapter to will be up by tomorrow!

Hopefully.

Bye guys

make good choices!