Chapter 7
Owww… Prokaryet thought as he struggled to sit up. Maybe not so much power next time.
Animalia and Michael were looking at him, concerned expressions on their faces.
"What're you looking a-" they cut him off.
"You know very well what we're looking at!" Animalia said in a mom-ish tone of voice. Oh, she's mad. Prokaryet thought.
"You shouldn't push yourself that hard!" Michael added.
"Guys, how hard did I really push myself? I mean, come on... I didn't die, did I?" Prokaryet responded, making sure to put emphasis in his words.
"But you could have!" Animalia retaliated, although she looked like she was holding back tears.
"But I didn't! The past is in the past, right?" Prokaryet said.
Michael looked at the ground for a second, then responded quietly, "I guess, yeah."
"Anyway, guys, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Sure, everything's spinning, but, you know, I'm good. Everything's fine. We need to be careful though, the guy we ran into wasn't going to show mercy. I don't know what would've happened if we were caught. We have to be more careful." Prokaryet said, taking the lead while Catheryn was in the tent. Prokaryet wanted to check on her, but quickly thought against that. He shouldn't disturb her.
Prokaryet looked out in the distance. The vast wasteland stared back at him, looking him in the eye as if saying,"You can't beat me."
"I can. You'll see."
Animalia and Michael looked at him with this weird look, like what's wrong with the guy now?
"Sorry, just lost in thought. I'm okay, really." Prokaryet said, hoping that would convince them.
It seemed to, so he went on with his contemplating about existence and life and all of that stuff.
Cat climbed out of the tent with a stretch, breaking Prokaryet out of his trance, and, not to mention, making him turn a deep shade of scarlet. Cat threw the stray hair out of her face, and Prokaryet couldn't help but stare as the last glimmer of light from the sun caught it. She stood there, looking beautiful, when Prokaryet realized he looked like a total idiot. He quickly threw his arms behind his head and tried to look like that was what he meant to do.
It didn't work.
He ended up throwing his arms behind his back in such a frenzied panic that he threw off his own weight. Yep, that's right, he fell over.
Cat immediately started laughing.
"Was that your attempt at a smooth gesture? It's going to take you a while to win me over." She said with a grin.
Darn it, she noticed. Prokaryet tried not to show the hurt in his eyes and laughed along. "Here, sit."
Cat came over and sat down. "Feeling better?" she said.
"Yeah, I guess so." Prokaryet avoided her gaze.
They sat in silence together.
They sat there until it was dark. "Come on, lovebirds!" Michael cooed.
"Oh, you're going to get it!" Cat started to run at him.
Prokaryet couldn't help but smile.
