She was shaking. Damn, it was so hot today, how come it's freezing at night ? She thought, waking up. She sat on the floor. So it was real. She told herself, spotting the dying campfire. I didn't dream it.
Dick groaned. "You can't sleep either ?" he asked. She grinned at him and he added. "Obviously."
She looked at her cell phone. "Oh, we slept 5 hours." she said. "Anyway, the sun will be up soon, we won't be able to sleep any more." He sat and stretched. "What do you think ? We walk to the city ?" She frowned.
They'd seen it yesterday from the cliff. Walking staright to it. It didn't seam that far. "I think it'll take us a few days at least." His mouth dropped open. "Better get going !" he stated.
They didn't expect to find a road because the one they'd arrived from was going round the valley so it definitely wasn't the shortest way and it was such a wild place. Just woods.
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They walked for three hours in a row. "I think I'm getting used to crave for something to eat." he said, checking out his cell. "Damn, network." she checked hers. "Low batt." she said. "Neat."
They ended up in a strand. She rested her aching feet in the streaming water. "Oww... this is good." she said. Dick shook his head. "Not enough." he said and entered the water. "Woaa... That's cold." Mac sneered. "It's a torrent."
"Come on, join me." he invited her. She snorted. "No way !" He placed his hands on his hips, shaking. "Come on, show me if you're ghost world or a bad ass." She smirked. "Neither." She said, checking her feet. Oww.
He splatched water at her. "You crazy ?" she yelled. "You bad ass ?" he replied. She decided that... all in all, she was already wet. She entered the water slowly. "I can't believe you're having me doing that." He grabbed her hand and raised it like after a boxing match. "Mac the bad ass of Neptune at my left !!! Yeah."
She laughed, than jumped when a fish came brushing her leg. She almost jumped into Dick's arms. Instead she made him fall. "Sorry." she said, helping him back on his feet. "The rocks are slippery. I ... think I have an idea."
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"I can't believe we made it !!" She said, turning the fish over the fire. "After two hours." he underlined. "Even so." she said. She was proud. Whether anything he could say. She went fishing. With a piece of wood. So much for the twenty first century geek.
He turned his fish next to her. She smelled her hand. "Yuck..." she'd had to empty the beast. "Can't they like... smell otherwise ?" he asked. She smirked. "Guess not."
he tasted his. "Mk ! It's good !" he said, and snorted. "And hot." he added.
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Mac sat beside him. "What yours taste like ?" Dick asked. She frowned. "Fish ?" he took her branch and handed her his. "Come on, It wasn't the same fishes."
Indeed they weren't. His tasted funny, but good actually. "Lacks of mayonnaise." he said. She grinned. "You rich guys... I admire you taste for sophisticate things." he stretched. "We're 09ers you know."
She jumped, he saw it. "What ?" she shook her head, paler. "What ?" he asked again, concerned. "I'm one. Sort of." she confessed. He looked stunned. "What do you mean ?" "I was switched at birth." He remained silent, trying to figure out if she was kidding or not. "I'm not lying." she said. "Switched, like... you're from another family ?" She nodded. "Woa." he said. "which one ?"
She smirked. Of course he was gonna ask you that, what did you think ? "The Sinclairs." He chocked and burst into laugh. And then paused. "Your birth days are the same." he realized. She pursed her lips. He broke up. "She would have been happy ! Holidays in a trailer." she frowned. "What's wrong with not having money ?" she asked angrily.
Dick realized how his sarcastic remark had probably felt for her. "I don't know. I... always have been a rich dumb guy." She stood up.
"Mac, I'm sorry." he'd said her name, she noted. "Admit it. I think Madison would have had a hard time with your life ?" She grinned at the idea. "I guess." She was trying to figure Madison using only one fork and one plate during a meal.
He came closer. "It's better this way. For you I mean." she raised and eyebrow. "How ?" he grabbed her shoulder. "You're not blonde... you're not superficial, or at least less cuz i didn't see it up until now... and you can stand alcohol." he frowned. "Or maybe the simple fact that you got wasted last night with me and didn't end up puking on my shoes makes you a rightful 09er." She smirked. "Yeah for me."