Chapter 17

WalMart

The next morning, I woke up with my face buried in someone's neck and shoulder. For once, I didn't mind or have a panic attack, because the person was warm and I was freezing cold, and for some reason, I felt I could trust whoever it was. I opened my eyes and saw that John had wrapped his arm around my waist with his hand resting on my hip and I was not doing anything to resist him. My right hand was resting rather intimately on his thigh. I jerked it away quickly and readjusted myself gently and carefully, so I didn't wake him up.

I closed my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep against John, but I couldn't. The situation itself was too bizarre for me to wrap my brain around completely. I mean, John and I had been figuratively at each other's throats a few days ago, and now we were, literally.

"How ya feelin'?" Logan asked.

"I feel a little fuzzy, but other than that…" I trailed off, glancing out the window at the trees that zipped by on the side of the road.

"You took one look at that tranquilizer dart after John yanked it out of you and collapsed." Bobby informed me, yawning.

I rubbed my eyes and adjusted my camisole. John's hand twitched a little, and I sat up so he could move it.

He opened his eyes blearily.

"You make a good pillow." I informed him, yawning.

"Not too bad yourself, angel face." he responded drowsily. He didn't pull his arm back, so I leaned on it again shyly.

"We're gonna stop soon, 'cause you guys need clothes. There's a WalMart in about five miles. I found about two hundred fifty dollars in the glove compartment." Logan said.

"We'll be recognized, Logan." I pointed out, pulling my hair out from between John's shoulder and the seat.

"You three don't stick out as much as me an' Rogue. I'll drop you three off and go get gas and get you guys afterwards." Logan told us.

"Can we go to, like, a Starbucks or something? I need caffeine really badly." John said, swiping his dark brown hair out of his eyes irritably.

"I agree with John." I piped in.

"If we see a place, we'll stop." Logan said.

We pulled up to the sidewalk outside of WalMart. We filed out the back. I stood, blinking at the sun, which had absolutely no business being so fucking cheerful so early in the fucking morning.

Rogue handed my robe back to me through the window, and she and Logan took off towards a gas station across the street.

"We look like a bunch of runaways from some kind of underground teenage brothel." I noted aloud, glancing at our attire and physical states.

"Brothel?" John asked questioningly.

"Like you don't know what that is." Bobby said cynically.

"A whorehouse, John. A brothel is a whorehouse." I explained, laughing, walking through the automatic doors behind him.

"Well, say whorehouse next time." John told me, earning a disapproving glare from the greeter.

"Smile. It says so on your sticker." John said cheerfully to him.

"Don't mind him, he hasn't had his meds yet." Bobby whispered to the man sympathetically.

"Both of you, shut up, please." I groaned, grabbing two carts, shoving one over to where John was examining the newest DVD releases.

"Meet back here in twenty minutes." I said, walking off towards the Juniors Department.

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