HIGGINS:
"Get it off!" I screamed. Something was on me and they wouldn't help me. . . WHY wouldn't anybody help me?! I felt so helpless I might as well have just lain still and let it kill me.
Dizzy snickered, "quick get her off him before he finds his rifle. . . If he ever does."
Rico sounded as though he was stifling a laugh as well. "You wanna lift her, or shall I?"
"Only if it's an order." Dizzy replied defiantly, and after a slight pause, "Oh, all right, fine."
The weight on top of me was slowly rolled to the side and gradually the darkness seemed to develop more of a blonde tint until finally I was staring straight up at two human faces, one marauder and snow-engulfed branches.
I breathed heavily, "Well thanks for your concern! That thing could've killed me and all you could do was stand there laughing and. . ." Out of the corner of my eye I could see what looked vaguely like a crumpled blond figure. Slowly I turned my head, that thing didn't look much like a bug at all. . . Oh-oh. 'It' was actually a casually dressed blonde girl, maybe about my age. I gulped, oops. "Uh. . .sh-SHE was what hit me?" I asked meekly.
RICO:
"Sorry Higgins, your brush with death wasn't as close as you thought," I grinned widely, barely able to keep from laughing.
He looked down sheepishly.
Bighting her lip to keep the laughter in as well, Dizzy knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, "don't worry about it Bobby. You're OK, right?"
"Yeah," he replied slowly. "I'm fine."
"See," she smiled reassuringly at him. Looking up at me she motioned with her head towards the blonde, "what do you think LT?"
"Uh," I looked briefly at the blond and looked back at Dizzy. The blond girl looked like one of your typical high school heartthrobs. Long, straight blond hair, a bunch of makeup over what I could only predict would be bright blue eyes and yet, somehow, with one look at my best friend, it she really didn't seem to matter. That girl was hot, sure, but there was just something missing. . . 'WHAT? Damn it Rico, what was that?! You said no, she said no, nothing's ever going to happen. You're over that, remember?'
"Rico," Dizzy rose and waved her hand in front of my eyes. Tapping my helmet she said, "Helloooo? You in there?"
"S-sorry," I blushed a little and tried to hide it. "Um, what," I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck, "what did you say again?"
Smiling she rolled her eyes and met mine. "Something distractin' you Johnny?" she asked innocently, though I think she moved a little closer as she said it. Finally, after what seemed like she'd enjoyed a colossal pause, though she was probably just waiting for a response, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Unconscious blonde, potentially dangerous, ring a bell?"
"Um." I tried to avoid looking at her by looking over her shoulder at the girl, " I think she's coming around."
"Get it off!" I screamed. Something was on me and they wouldn't help me. . . WHY wouldn't anybody help me?! I felt so helpless I might as well have just lain still and let it kill me.
Dizzy snickered, "quick get her off him before he finds his rifle. . . If he ever does."
Rico sounded as though he was stifling a laugh as well. "You wanna lift her, or shall I?"
"Only if it's an order." Dizzy replied defiantly, and after a slight pause, "Oh, all right, fine."
The weight on top of me was slowly rolled to the side and gradually the darkness seemed to develop more of a blonde tint until finally I was staring straight up at two human faces, one marauder and snow-engulfed branches.
I breathed heavily, "Well thanks for your concern! That thing could've killed me and all you could do was stand there laughing and. . ." Out of the corner of my eye I could see what looked vaguely like a crumpled blond figure. Slowly I turned my head, that thing didn't look much like a bug at all. . . Oh-oh. 'It' was actually a casually dressed blonde girl, maybe about my age. I gulped, oops. "Uh. . .sh-SHE was what hit me?" I asked meekly.
RICO:
"Sorry Higgins, your brush with death wasn't as close as you thought," I grinned widely, barely able to keep from laughing.
He looked down sheepishly.
Bighting her lip to keep the laughter in as well, Dizzy knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, "don't worry about it Bobby. You're OK, right?"
"Yeah," he replied slowly. "I'm fine."
"See," she smiled reassuringly at him. Looking up at me she motioned with her head towards the blonde, "what do you think LT?"
"Uh," I looked briefly at the blond and looked back at Dizzy. The blond girl looked like one of your typical high school heartthrobs. Long, straight blond hair, a bunch of makeup over what I could only predict would be bright blue eyes and yet, somehow, with one look at my best friend, it she really didn't seem to matter. That girl was hot, sure, but there was just something missing. . . 'WHAT? Damn it Rico, what was that?! You said no, she said no, nothing's ever going to happen. You're over that, remember?'
"Rico," Dizzy rose and waved her hand in front of my eyes. Tapping my helmet she said, "Helloooo? You in there?"
"S-sorry," I blushed a little and tried to hide it. "Um, what," I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck, "what did you say again?"
Smiling she rolled her eyes and met mine. "Something distractin' you Johnny?" she asked innocently, though I think she moved a little closer as she said it. Finally, after what seemed like she'd enjoyed a colossal pause, though she was probably just waiting for a response, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Unconscious blonde, potentially dangerous, ring a bell?"
"Um." I tried to avoid looking at her by looking over her shoulder at the girl, " I think she's coming around."