Sleep
Jill walked along the boardwalk, hand in hand with Chris. Chris had thrown a T-shirt on and she had pulled on a v-neck shirt and a pair of shorts over her swim suite. She had a small purse but carried it in her hand verses having the strap over her shoulder.
Chris was estatic to be with her, but something annoyed him. He saw a range of men, from teenagers to older men with graying hair. All of them eyed her like she was something to hoard, a piece of treasure. She was, but only for Chris. He was proud of that fact. The amazing, beautiful, independent Jill Valentine with her gray-blue crystalline eyes was his. They were in a relationship and he loved her.
Jill was having a similar issues. She noticed how many looks he was getting from women as they walked, and the same amount of glares were being thrown her way. She smiled. She had Chris now and could flaunt it. Well, when she wasn't having the occasional bought of insecurity that he seemed to cause her unintentionally. She still felt uneasy about their relationship, but she easily showed her affection and accepted his.
"Let's get some food," she suggested, leading him to a stand that sold various foods such as burgers, fries, and icecream. They ordered an order of medium fries. While Jill was ordering, two blondes approached Chris. They looked what society dubbed as normal, but Chris thought of as fake. Both were no older than twenty-five and by the orange tone of their skin, didn't know what a real tan was.
"Hey," the taller of the two spoke. "What's your name?"
He rolled his eyes, taking a step back as they drew too close. "None of your buisiness. I'm here with my girlfriend," he stated blandly.
"Aw, don't be that way," the other said. "We just came to say hi."
"Hi," Chris said. "Now bye."
Jill approached, unseen by the two girls. Both had stepped even closer to him so he, backing up, had come against an unused picnic table. Jill crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. He saw her and mouthed the word "help". The girls noticed and turned their heads towards her.
"Who are you?" the taller one asked, almost snarling.
"His girlfriend. Now back the hell off." Jill's voice held an icy calm kind of anger that Chris had faced many times.
"It's not like you could do anything for him we couldn't," the tall one retorted.
"And we'd be better at it anyway," the other added. And then the taller one made a mistake. She pressed her hand to Chris's side, the side that he had gotten stiches in. He grimaced in pain and Jill's eyes widened a mere fraction wider.
The sound of a hand hitting a cheek was loud and heard by those in the immediate vicinity. The taller girl touched her stinging cheek lightly before she was shoved away from Chris.
"Chris, babe, you okay?" Jill asked. She gave him a quick peck on the lips before tugging his shirt up to examine the bandage. She felt a small rush of relief that blood wasn't blossoming across the white there.
"I'm fine, Jill... It just hurts."
"Well, of course it hurts, you got stabbed and got stiches." She gave him another peck on the lips before turning on the two bleach-blonde "women". "You fucking idiots!" They cringed. "I could arrest you for assaulting a government official! That's a minimum of a year at jail!" The girl's looked at each other before making a hurried exit. Jill swore, watching them run off. She turned back to Chris. "You sure you're okay?"
He nodded. "It barely hurts."
"I can go back to the car and get your pain medication," she offered, a worried look on her face.
He shook his head. "I'm fine."
"You're sure?"
He nodded. "Just give me a kiss, Valentine. That's all the pain killer I need."
She smiled and obliged, stretching up to plant a kiss on his lips. He rolled his eyes and leaned down to slant his mouth over hers in a quick open mouthed kiss. She placed a hand on his cheek, holding him in the kiss for a few moments longer than he intended. She smiled. "Lets go eat our food and head to the beach."
