Forever
-chapter three
"If it's love then I don't wanna come down,
If it's love then you just leave me to drown,
If it's love that I see,
Then don't rescue me,
'Cuz nothing could be greater than this world,
If it's love..."
-S Club 7, "If It's Love" (1)
" See you at the park! "
...Leon shouted as he and Claire, holding hands, moved towards his waiting car. Claire held a picnic basket with one hand and waved with the other at Chris, who was busy loading various picnic items into the back of the Nissan Pathfinder that the team used for recreational purposes. Carlos came by with a rather large umbrella, wearing a pair of wrap-around headphones that had the volume cranked up a bit too loud. Even from a couple of meters away he could distinctly hear the beat of the rave/techno/dance music Carlos so deeply loved. Chris shot him a look.
" It ain't raining, dumbass. "
" It's for the sun, senor. "
" That's what hats and visors are for, dumbass."
" The hair is what makes the man, senor. "
" Good call. "
Chris, surprised to find Carlos heard him over the music, took the umbrella off of Carlos' hands and placed it on top of the already large amount of stuff he had somehow packed into the back. He reached to close the trunk, and after a bit of pressing it in, finally managed to close the thing.
" Looks like we're going to live in the woods, not for a picnic in them.." Chris muttered
" Like hell I'm living with you, Redfield. " came Jill's voice from behind him. Chris sighed, expecting Jill to add another 'essential' item to the already full trunk. He turned around and began to say "What now," but couldn't when his jaw hit his toes too hard.
Jill stood looking straight at him, wearing a light blue, tight baby shirt that had sleeves to her elbows, with the S.T.A.R.S. logo on the shoulder. It was short and showed off just a bit of her midsection, up to just above her bellybutton. To match it she wore capri pants that showed off her shapely hips and legs, and were just as tight, but Chris couldn't get his mind off that top. It clung to her lithe frame like a second skin, accenting her already perfect figure and full breasts to as yet unseen heights. Her chestnut hair was worn as it always was, down to chin length.
'Damn...'
Valentine was thinking the same of Chris. Currently he wore a rather baggy dark blue Dallas Cowboys jersey with the number '21' and 'Redfield' on the back, as well as his usual pair of deep blue jeans that were two or three sizes too big for him. Together with his lightly highlighted deep brown hair, he looked more like 17 rather than 27. A rebellious teenager crossed with a very handsome man in his prime. A deadly mix to Jill Valentine.
'Quick girl...stop staring....say something....'
" Catch your drool, boy. "
" Sorry...Just not everyday that God kicks angels out of heaven and they land in front of you."
Jill blushed.
" One, you're too kind, and two, flattery gets you nowhere. "
" Not a sin to give a try and fail, but a sin to fail to try, as Barry says. "
" Get used to failure then, Redfield. "
Chris smiled.
'His happy, quirky...'
She took her shoulder bag and threw it at Chris' chest, and sat in her usual seat inside the SUV. Chris let a long whistle escape his lips, as he congratulated himself for gathering up the necessary courage to hit on Jill. He had hit on her before, but he was sure Jill knew that he didn't really mean anything serious. They were, after all, only the best of friends on the surface, and nothing more.
Chris sighed, and after a couple of frustration filled seconds of cramming the bag into the trunk, he finally closed it and then took his place in the driver's seat.
" All aboard? "
" Aye! " Carlos shouted over the beat of a rather loud drum.
" Yo! " Beccy said.
" Present, Mr. Redfield. " Jill said in the closest tone to a school girl's.
" Quiet, students, " Chris said with a fake strict tone, as he put the car into reverse and tried to catch up with Leon, who was probably already at the park.
* * *
" CHICO! Get this goddamn beer! "
Leon shouted. He held a picnic basket (which he had so lovingly volunteered to carry for Claire), the portable barbeque grill, a football, baseball gloves, a frisbee, the six pack of beer and Carlos' umbrella.
" Hey hey, thou shalt not swear at the beer, Leon. Eleventh commandment. " Carlos said casually as he dropped the stuff he was carrying under the tree that Claire had chosen for their picnic site. He walked, painfully slowly, to where Leon was putting up a losing war of attrition against the six pack.
A thirty minute drive from the S.T.A.R.S. compound had brought the team to Queen Elizabeth Park, where now the team was unloading it's picnic equipment. The park was densely forested save for an open field, where the team had chosen to sit down. It was a sunny day, and in Chris' opinion they had brought along too much stuff for a mere picnic, but the sun was in the air, the sky was blue and the trees were tall. No zombies chasing him and killing his comrades.
'Any day without the undead chasing me is a good day.'
Claire was sitting under the tree she had chosen for the site, slowly sipping on a bottle of 7-up she had freshly opened, after she stole it from Leon.
" Some help would be appreciated, lil sis. " Chris said, as struggled with three folding chairs on each arm and a blanket for sitting on tucked into his armpit. Jill followed behind him, carrying just her shoulderbag, sipping from a juicebox she had also stolen from the cooler.
" Thirst is everything and image is nothing, big bro. See Jill, she's got the right idea. " She smiled and gave Jill a high five, who sat beside her and Rebecca, who had taken Carlos' CD player and was listening intently next to Claire.
Chris sighed and returned to the Pathfinder, to help his two younger comrades sort out their differences over who should carry what.
'I'll never understand girls.'
He didn't know that Jill's gaze followed him the entire way back.
* * *
Carlos finished off his coke, and soon after, burped.
Leon threw his football at him which hit him softly in the shoulder.
The team had just finished lunch, which consisted of Carlos' highly spiced chilli and the hot dogs Rebecca had left on the grill a little too long. The cooler was empty within minutes of the first bite and trips to the nearby water fountain were plentiful as the team's toungues were subject to a new form of punishment.
Now the team sat on the blanket Claire had spread on the grass and on the folding chairs, talking and finishing drinks.
" We can use that chilli for interrogations, Carlos. " Leon commented.
" Good idea, Leon. We should give it to the bad guys and refuse them any drinks until they talk. " Rebecca finished with a giggle.
" It ain't my fault if you people don't like it. I know people that would kill to have the recipe for that." Carlos retorted.
" Probably because they got their tastebuds burned off after the first spoonful!" Jill said.
The team shared a laugh.
Chris, however, didn't hear what Jill said. He just saw the rest of the team begin to laugh and so joined in. He was too busy taking glances at Jill. The way she laughed, the way her eyes listened so intently to whatever her comrades said, the way she sat, the way her hair fell into her eyes every now and then and she had to brush them away...
" You wanna toss 'round the good ol' pigskin, Chris? "
" Sure...uh...sure, Leon. " Chris half-answered, shaken from his daydream.
Leon grabbed the football and began to walk into the open field in front of them. He grabbed Chris' elbow and began to whisper to him.
" What's with that back there?"
" What's with what?"
" You staring at Jill's top like she was the Mona Lisa or somethin. "
" I dunno what you're talking about."
" Come on, a blind man who just got his sight back could have been less obvious."
" I was....shut up and go long, jackass. "
Leon sighed.
" Listen dude, if you don't admit you like her then you'll never get her, it's as easy as that. I was the same way with Claire, then I told her what I felt and then she kissed me and I kissed her back and then I took off her.." Leon rubbed the back of his neck and a sly smile appearted on his face. Chris shivered.
Chris whacked him in the back of the head with an open hand.
" That's too much information! "
" Oh...uh...sorry...but anyway just tell her...or you'll never know, and you'll die alone, a grumpy sexually frustrated old man, wondering about the love that never was."
Chris pushed him away, and Leon began to dash to a point, smile on his face. Chris cocked his arm and threw the ball, perfect spiral, to where Leon had chosen to stop. Perfect pass. Leon caught it and threw it to Carlos, who had also got up and formed a triangle with Leon and Chris. They began to toss it back and forth in the triangle.
Chris made a decision.
*I'll tell her. I'll tell her, but if she says she doesn't like me...'
The possible consequences were too harsh to think about right now. Instead Chris concentrated on the pass that Leon had thrown back his way. He realised too late that the pass had swerved and was headed towards the girls.
* * *
Jill watched as Leon grabbed Chris and walked with him to a point, then Leon dashed away and Chris passed the football to him. It seemed to her that the two were talking. Chris' jersey waved slightly as a small breeze blew by the two young men. Jill focused her eyes on the 'Redfield.'
'Jill....Jill Redfield...has a nice ring to it.'
Jill daydreamed, as she brushed away a stray lock of hair, starting to stare at a squirrel that was busy digging into a chestnut. Her eyes registered the squirrel, but her brain didn't. She was too busy watching Chris, every one of his actions..
She was jarred from her dreams when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder and begin to shake her.
" WHAT!? "
" Whoa...just wanted to know what you were thinking, there, Jill. You had a spaced out look on your face...something wrong? " Rebecca commented, sitting cross legged next to Jill. Claire, meanwhile, was deeply involved in a fantasy book, titled 'Echoes of the Great Song.' (2)
Jill's frustration turned to a warm smile. Rebecca was possibly her closest friend, besides Chris. She was five years younger than Jill was, but like Chris the bond they formed during the Spencer Mansion incident and the Umbrella crusade afterwards would be unbreakable. Jill had confided a lot to Beccy, because she knew that unlike Claire, one could tell her secrets and she would keep them. Ninety percent of the time.
" Oh...uh, nothing. Just..just thinking about something, that's all."
" What was it? If you don't mind my asking. "
" It's...it's nothing, really. It's something I need to solve on my own."
" Okay. Well if you need to talk to me, dont hesita--"
" HEADS UP!!"
Beccy and Jill covered their heads as suddenly a football hit the middle of of the blanket the girls were sitting on. One of the passes the guys had been passing apparently went astray. The ball bounced hard and hit Claire equally as hard in the shins, causing her to drop her novel and clutch her leg in pain.
" OWW! What the fuck? Who threw that??"
Chris, who the pass was meant for, jogged up and scratched his head.
" Well, uh, Leon threw it. Don't blame me. "
Claire scowled as she picked up the ball and threw it at Chris' chest.
" I bet I can throw better than any of you ever could."
" Hmm? Is that a challenge, lil sis?"
" You bet it is. You heard me. Let's have a little game, shall we?" Claire contested, standing up, apparently ready to back up her challenge. Claire loved challenges. The entire team knew that much. Chris had been on the losing end of far too many games of 'Connect Four' and 'Tic Tac Toe' in their childhood to know that.
" Who's on what team? " Carlos said, as he jogged back to where the rest of the team was gathered with Leon. He was obviously itching for some physical activity. Passing the ball back and forth was definatley not too exciting.
" Let's pick them! I'll be first captain and Leon, for throwing such a dumbass pass, you can be second. Three on three, touch tackles, four downs, from that tree there," Claire pointed, " to that one over there!"
" Okay. " Leon answered, because after Chris he knew that contesting Claire was something of a fool's errand. Jill and Rebecca stood up.
" I call first pick! Carlos!"
" Uh, Chris."
" Beccy!"
" Jill, I guess."
Jill frowned. " What's with being the last to be picked??" She held her arms out in a questioning position. Carlos moved forward and put an arm around her, seeing an opportunity to hit on her. Although he knew Carlos was just joking half the time he hit on Jill, Chris couldn't help but feel weird seeing someone else's arm around his best friend's shoulders. His arm was around those shoulders not so long ago. Chris knew his good friend would be shot down, but..
'No sin to give a try and fail...'
" There, there, Jill. It's 'cuz you suck. If you want to, you can suck when I teach you de basics of football alone, like how to snap a ball to de quarterback properly. Now that involves you bending over with de ball and me--"
Jill elbowed him the self proclaimed 'ladies man' hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He had hit on her at every opportunity since the nuclear destruction of Raccoon City. At every opportunity since the nuclear destruction of Raccoon City Jill shot him down.
" Finish that and you'll wish you never did." Jill walked away to get ready for the game, leaving Carlos on the ground struggling to regain his air. Chris, meanwhile, couldn't help but burst into laughter, pointing at Chico to add insult to injury.
" Besides, I'm only for one man, Chico." She giggled one more time at Carlos' clutching his stomach on the ground, and began to jog towards the middle of the field. Chris' lungs struggled to get more air in after he laughed so hard his insides began to hurt. His eyes were focused on Jill's behind as she happily began to run to the middle of the field where Claire, Leon, and Beccy had already began to warm up.
'Damn...'
He had finally decided to start towards the game, wearing his smile, when he remembered what Jill had just said. He frowned, as if suddenly the plane that was his dream of being with Jill lost an engine and crashed.
' "Only for one man??" Who the hell is that guy? Do I know him? She doesn't have many other male friends her age...Does she....does she mean me?'
Chris' mind bombarded himself with endless questions as Claire punted the ball and the friendly game of football began.
Author's note:
' - single quotes indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
(1) - My girlfriend's favorite song, she's made me listen to it too many times for me to count
(2) - A great fantasy novel by David Gemmell, check it out. Four stars...S.T.A.R.S......
Well there's Chapter three, sorry I got it a bit later then what I promised, Darkness!
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it. Please read and review. Sorry that I didn't include Carlos' mother's second cousins' best friend's name, I'll include it next chapter! Thanks in advance for any input. Same-Fan site, same Fan-time, same Fan Author!
"Many of life's failures are those who didn't realise how close they were to success when they gave up."
-Albert Einstein
-chapter three
"If it's love then I don't wanna come down,
If it's love then you just leave me to drown,
If it's love that I see,
Then don't rescue me,
'Cuz nothing could be greater than this world,
If it's love..."
-S Club 7, "If It's Love" (1)
" See you at the park! "
...Leon shouted as he and Claire, holding hands, moved towards his waiting car. Claire held a picnic basket with one hand and waved with the other at Chris, who was busy loading various picnic items into the back of the Nissan Pathfinder that the team used for recreational purposes. Carlos came by with a rather large umbrella, wearing a pair of wrap-around headphones that had the volume cranked up a bit too loud. Even from a couple of meters away he could distinctly hear the beat of the rave/techno/dance music Carlos so deeply loved. Chris shot him a look.
" It ain't raining, dumbass. "
" It's for the sun, senor. "
" That's what hats and visors are for, dumbass."
" The hair is what makes the man, senor. "
" Good call. "
Chris, surprised to find Carlos heard him over the music, took the umbrella off of Carlos' hands and placed it on top of the already large amount of stuff he had somehow packed into the back. He reached to close the trunk, and after a bit of pressing it in, finally managed to close the thing.
" Looks like we're going to live in the woods, not for a picnic in them.." Chris muttered
" Like hell I'm living with you, Redfield. " came Jill's voice from behind him. Chris sighed, expecting Jill to add another 'essential' item to the already full trunk. He turned around and began to say "What now," but couldn't when his jaw hit his toes too hard.
Jill stood looking straight at him, wearing a light blue, tight baby shirt that had sleeves to her elbows, with the S.T.A.R.S. logo on the shoulder. It was short and showed off just a bit of her midsection, up to just above her bellybutton. To match it she wore capri pants that showed off her shapely hips and legs, and were just as tight, but Chris couldn't get his mind off that top. It clung to her lithe frame like a second skin, accenting her already perfect figure and full breasts to as yet unseen heights. Her chestnut hair was worn as it always was, down to chin length.
'Damn...'
Valentine was thinking the same of Chris. Currently he wore a rather baggy dark blue Dallas Cowboys jersey with the number '21' and 'Redfield' on the back, as well as his usual pair of deep blue jeans that were two or three sizes too big for him. Together with his lightly highlighted deep brown hair, he looked more like 17 rather than 27. A rebellious teenager crossed with a very handsome man in his prime. A deadly mix to Jill Valentine.
'Quick girl...stop staring....say something....'
" Catch your drool, boy. "
" Sorry...Just not everyday that God kicks angels out of heaven and they land in front of you."
Jill blushed.
" One, you're too kind, and two, flattery gets you nowhere. "
" Not a sin to give a try and fail, but a sin to fail to try, as Barry says. "
" Get used to failure then, Redfield. "
Chris smiled.
'His happy, quirky...'
She took her shoulder bag and threw it at Chris' chest, and sat in her usual seat inside the SUV. Chris let a long whistle escape his lips, as he congratulated himself for gathering up the necessary courage to hit on Jill. He had hit on her before, but he was sure Jill knew that he didn't really mean anything serious. They were, after all, only the best of friends on the surface, and nothing more.
Chris sighed, and after a couple of frustration filled seconds of cramming the bag into the trunk, he finally closed it and then took his place in the driver's seat.
" All aboard? "
" Aye! " Carlos shouted over the beat of a rather loud drum.
" Yo! " Beccy said.
" Present, Mr. Redfield. " Jill said in the closest tone to a school girl's.
" Quiet, students, " Chris said with a fake strict tone, as he put the car into reverse and tried to catch up with Leon, who was probably already at the park.
* * *
" CHICO! Get this goddamn beer! "
Leon shouted. He held a picnic basket (which he had so lovingly volunteered to carry for Claire), the portable barbeque grill, a football, baseball gloves, a frisbee, the six pack of beer and Carlos' umbrella.
" Hey hey, thou shalt not swear at the beer, Leon. Eleventh commandment. " Carlos said casually as he dropped the stuff he was carrying under the tree that Claire had chosen for their picnic site. He walked, painfully slowly, to where Leon was putting up a losing war of attrition against the six pack.
A thirty minute drive from the S.T.A.R.S. compound had brought the team to Queen Elizabeth Park, where now the team was unloading it's picnic equipment. The park was densely forested save for an open field, where the team had chosen to sit down. It was a sunny day, and in Chris' opinion they had brought along too much stuff for a mere picnic, but the sun was in the air, the sky was blue and the trees were tall. No zombies chasing him and killing his comrades.
'Any day without the undead chasing me is a good day.'
Claire was sitting under the tree she had chosen for the site, slowly sipping on a bottle of 7-up she had freshly opened, after she stole it from Leon.
" Some help would be appreciated, lil sis. " Chris said, as struggled with three folding chairs on each arm and a blanket for sitting on tucked into his armpit. Jill followed behind him, carrying just her shoulderbag, sipping from a juicebox she had also stolen from the cooler.
" Thirst is everything and image is nothing, big bro. See Jill, she's got the right idea. " She smiled and gave Jill a high five, who sat beside her and Rebecca, who had taken Carlos' CD player and was listening intently next to Claire.
Chris sighed and returned to the Pathfinder, to help his two younger comrades sort out their differences over who should carry what.
'I'll never understand girls.'
He didn't know that Jill's gaze followed him the entire way back.
* * *
Carlos finished off his coke, and soon after, burped.
Leon threw his football at him which hit him softly in the shoulder.
The team had just finished lunch, which consisted of Carlos' highly spiced chilli and the hot dogs Rebecca had left on the grill a little too long. The cooler was empty within minutes of the first bite and trips to the nearby water fountain were plentiful as the team's toungues were subject to a new form of punishment.
Now the team sat on the blanket Claire had spread on the grass and on the folding chairs, talking and finishing drinks.
" We can use that chilli for interrogations, Carlos. " Leon commented.
" Good idea, Leon. We should give it to the bad guys and refuse them any drinks until they talk. " Rebecca finished with a giggle.
" It ain't my fault if you people don't like it. I know people that would kill to have the recipe for that." Carlos retorted.
" Probably because they got their tastebuds burned off after the first spoonful!" Jill said.
The team shared a laugh.
Chris, however, didn't hear what Jill said. He just saw the rest of the team begin to laugh and so joined in. He was too busy taking glances at Jill. The way she laughed, the way her eyes listened so intently to whatever her comrades said, the way she sat, the way her hair fell into her eyes every now and then and she had to brush them away...
" You wanna toss 'round the good ol' pigskin, Chris? "
" Sure...uh...sure, Leon. " Chris half-answered, shaken from his daydream.
Leon grabbed the football and began to walk into the open field in front of them. He grabbed Chris' elbow and began to whisper to him.
" What's with that back there?"
" What's with what?"
" You staring at Jill's top like she was the Mona Lisa or somethin. "
" I dunno what you're talking about."
" Come on, a blind man who just got his sight back could have been less obvious."
" I was....shut up and go long, jackass. "
Leon sighed.
" Listen dude, if you don't admit you like her then you'll never get her, it's as easy as that. I was the same way with Claire, then I told her what I felt and then she kissed me and I kissed her back and then I took off her.." Leon rubbed the back of his neck and a sly smile appearted on his face. Chris shivered.
Chris whacked him in the back of the head with an open hand.
" That's too much information! "
" Oh...uh...sorry...but anyway just tell her...or you'll never know, and you'll die alone, a grumpy sexually frustrated old man, wondering about the love that never was."
Chris pushed him away, and Leon began to dash to a point, smile on his face. Chris cocked his arm and threw the ball, perfect spiral, to where Leon had chosen to stop. Perfect pass. Leon caught it and threw it to Carlos, who had also got up and formed a triangle with Leon and Chris. They began to toss it back and forth in the triangle.
Chris made a decision.
*I'll tell her. I'll tell her, but if she says she doesn't like me...'
The possible consequences were too harsh to think about right now. Instead Chris concentrated on the pass that Leon had thrown back his way. He realised too late that the pass had swerved and was headed towards the girls.
* * *
Jill watched as Leon grabbed Chris and walked with him to a point, then Leon dashed away and Chris passed the football to him. It seemed to her that the two were talking. Chris' jersey waved slightly as a small breeze blew by the two young men. Jill focused her eyes on the 'Redfield.'
'Jill....Jill Redfield...has a nice ring to it.'
Jill daydreamed, as she brushed away a stray lock of hair, starting to stare at a squirrel that was busy digging into a chestnut. Her eyes registered the squirrel, but her brain didn't. She was too busy watching Chris, every one of his actions..
She was jarred from her dreams when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder and begin to shake her.
" WHAT!? "
" Whoa...just wanted to know what you were thinking, there, Jill. You had a spaced out look on your face...something wrong? " Rebecca commented, sitting cross legged next to Jill. Claire, meanwhile, was deeply involved in a fantasy book, titled 'Echoes of the Great Song.' (2)
Jill's frustration turned to a warm smile. Rebecca was possibly her closest friend, besides Chris. She was five years younger than Jill was, but like Chris the bond they formed during the Spencer Mansion incident and the Umbrella crusade afterwards would be unbreakable. Jill had confided a lot to Beccy, because she knew that unlike Claire, one could tell her secrets and she would keep them. Ninety percent of the time.
" Oh...uh, nothing. Just..just thinking about something, that's all."
" What was it? If you don't mind my asking. "
" It's...it's nothing, really. It's something I need to solve on my own."
" Okay. Well if you need to talk to me, dont hesita--"
" HEADS UP!!"
Beccy and Jill covered their heads as suddenly a football hit the middle of of the blanket the girls were sitting on. One of the passes the guys had been passing apparently went astray. The ball bounced hard and hit Claire equally as hard in the shins, causing her to drop her novel and clutch her leg in pain.
" OWW! What the fuck? Who threw that??"
Chris, who the pass was meant for, jogged up and scratched his head.
" Well, uh, Leon threw it. Don't blame me. "
Claire scowled as she picked up the ball and threw it at Chris' chest.
" I bet I can throw better than any of you ever could."
" Hmm? Is that a challenge, lil sis?"
" You bet it is. You heard me. Let's have a little game, shall we?" Claire contested, standing up, apparently ready to back up her challenge. Claire loved challenges. The entire team knew that much. Chris had been on the losing end of far too many games of 'Connect Four' and 'Tic Tac Toe' in their childhood to know that.
" Who's on what team? " Carlos said, as he jogged back to where the rest of the team was gathered with Leon. He was obviously itching for some physical activity. Passing the ball back and forth was definatley not too exciting.
" Let's pick them! I'll be first captain and Leon, for throwing such a dumbass pass, you can be second. Three on three, touch tackles, four downs, from that tree there," Claire pointed, " to that one over there!"
" Okay. " Leon answered, because after Chris he knew that contesting Claire was something of a fool's errand. Jill and Rebecca stood up.
" I call first pick! Carlos!"
" Uh, Chris."
" Beccy!"
" Jill, I guess."
Jill frowned. " What's with being the last to be picked??" She held her arms out in a questioning position. Carlos moved forward and put an arm around her, seeing an opportunity to hit on her. Although he knew Carlos was just joking half the time he hit on Jill, Chris couldn't help but feel weird seeing someone else's arm around his best friend's shoulders. His arm was around those shoulders not so long ago. Chris knew his good friend would be shot down, but..
'No sin to give a try and fail...'
" There, there, Jill. It's 'cuz you suck. If you want to, you can suck when I teach you de basics of football alone, like how to snap a ball to de quarterback properly. Now that involves you bending over with de ball and me--"
Jill elbowed him the self proclaimed 'ladies man' hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He had hit on her at every opportunity since the nuclear destruction of Raccoon City. At every opportunity since the nuclear destruction of Raccoon City Jill shot him down.
" Finish that and you'll wish you never did." Jill walked away to get ready for the game, leaving Carlos on the ground struggling to regain his air. Chris, meanwhile, couldn't help but burst into laughter, pointing at Chico to add insult to injury.
" Besides, I'm only for one man, Chico." She giggled one more time at Carlos' clutching his stomach on the ground, and began to jog towards the middle of the field. Chris' lungs struggled to get more air in after he laughed so hard his insides began to hurt. His eyes were focused on Jill's behind as she happily began to run to the middle of the field where Claire, Leon, and Beccy had already began to warm up.
'Damn...'
He had finally decided to start towards the game, wearing his smile, when he remembered what Jill had just said. He frowned, as if suddenly the plane that was his dream of being with Jill lost an engine and crashed.
' "Only for one man??" Who the hell is that guy? Do I know him? She doesn't have many other male friends her age...Does she....does she mean me?'
Chris' mind bombarded himself with endless questions as Claire punted the ball and the friendly game of football began.
Author's note:
' - single quotes indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
(1) - My girlfriend's favorite song, she's made me listen to it too many times for me to count
(2) - A great fantasy novel by David Gemmell, check it out. Four stars...S.T.A.R.S......
Well there's Chapter three, sorry I got it a bit later then what I promised, Darkness!
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it. Please read and review. Sorry that I didn't include Carlos' mother's second cousins' best friend's name, I'll include it next chapter! Thanks in advance for any input. Same-Fan site, same Fan-time, same Fan Author!
"Many of life's failures are those who didn't realise how close they were to success when they gave up."
-Albert Einstein