Shawn led me to a dump yard, the vile stench of rotting objects and trash filled my nostrils, making me gag. What on earth are we doing here? I covered my nose and mouth with my hand to filter most of the scent.
"Why're we here?" I asked Shawn. Shawn also had his hand over his nose and mouth, but I could see the smile on his face. He led me deep inside the yard before letting my hand go. I don't know how long we stood there, looking straight at each other's eyes, before I started to get used to the smell enough to remove my hand. It must have not been too long because Shawn was just beginning to answer my question. He reached in his pants and took out a pistol.
My blood drained from my face as he held it firmly in his hands. Shawn was going to shoot me. He dragged me away from the city just to get rid of me. He lied to me.
"Look around and find glass bottles," he said, lowering the gun to point the ground. My heart was beating fast when I understood what he said. Relief cooled my body down and I found myself letting out air that I didn't know I was holding in. He wasn't going to shoot me… I think. I complied with what he said and started to dig through the trash until I found five bottles. I held three bottles in one hand and two in the other, the glass annoyingly clanged against each other with each step. When I joined back with Shawn, he was setting a couple of bottles down on a table he made using rotting planks and rusting oil barrels. I placed the bottles down the thin board like what he did. I didn't dare move my hand close to my face for any reason.
Shawn stepped away from the bottles and I followed, joining him at his side. "Why did you bring a gun?" A gun on out first date. Seriously, who does that?
"To shoot those bottles," he answered plainly.
I rolled my eyes. "I could have figured that out. I mean, why a gun and why here of all places we could have gone?"
"We needed a secret place. No one would come here and this place is loaded with bottles. I brought the gun because…"
"I'm a greaser and a 'hood' so I would know how to use a gun?"
He sheepishly smiled and I hit him in the torso before smiling. I couldn't stay mad at him for long. "Next time, remind me to bring items because you're a soc." Shawn laughed at my comment before turning back to the bottles.
"Seriously, do you know how to shoot one of these things? I never had the chance to learn."
"My brothers and I used to go shooting before…" I cut off. Shawn understood and moved on, trying to distract me from the memory.
"What are you exactly supposed to do?" He held the gun up to the bottles.
I moved over to him. "Hold the gun in both hands tightly and don't lock up your elbows but get ready for the recoil."
He adjusted to what I said, but he looked completely awkward so I got even closer and uncomfortably started to reposition his body to be correct. "Is it loaded?" He nodded. "Take off the safety which is this latch." I touched the area before moving my finger away then my hand and then my body. Shawn took off the safety then cocked the gun. He pointed the gun towards the bottles once again, and squinted his eyes. His finger tapped the trigger before he pressed down, the bullet firing in a loud bang. Birds flew from resting position at the sound. The bullet, though, wasn't even close to hitting the bottle.
Shawn groaned before moving his arms to correct his large mistake.
"Move over a bit more to the right," I said. He did as I said, but not enough. I reached over and tugged on his arms closer to me before letting go. "There."
Shawn cocked then fired. This time, the bullet came close to hitting the bottle. Shawn, once again, repositioned himself before taking another shot. Glass shattered across the plank and ground. Shawn whooped before moving to aim towards the next bottle. I smiled at the childish face (though he was holding a gun). Shawn shot a few times before the next bottle shattered. He reloaded the pistol and went for the third bottle, taking less shots then the last. When the third bottle shattered, he put the safety back on and tossed it towards me. I carefully caught it.
"Your turn," Shawn said. I stepped up, pointing the gun, taking off the safety, and shot, jolting my sore muscles. The bullet whizzed though the air, just barely missing. Arms wrapped around me and my hands. Shawn's chin rested on top my head. He moved the gun a bit and I took the shot. Glass shattered.
"I can shoot myself," I reminded.
"I know."
"You just wanted to hug me and 'help' me?"
"I've always wanted to do that."
I rolled my eyes, shooting a bottle down in one try before both of us decided that that was enough.
We both lied down on the hood of a rundown car, looking up towards the clouds. His hand was intertwined with me, pistol left on the plank.
"This place isn't so bad after you get used to the smell," I commented after a long silence.
"Right?" Shawn agreed, letting out a small chuckle.
"Are you sure no one would hear the gunshots?"
"I hope not. No one's giving us trouble yet so I doubt it."
We quieted down once again until Shawn moved to lean over me. His face replaced the sky. Shawn leaned in, capturing my lips with his. He moved away after each second to swap over to the other side and kept repeating the process. I moved my arms to wrap around his neck to push him closer, making it hard to switch sides so he stayed on the side he was on. Something wet touched my lip so I opened my mouth. His tongue half way came out and everything turned into a hot mess. It was hard to make the kiss flow because of having to swap bodies every time out lips touched.
A loud voice broke us up. "There were gun shots coming over here." We both stared at the direction the voice was coming from before turning back to each other, fear eminent on both of our faces. Shawn pushed off of me and I slid off the hood of the car. We both peaked around the corner of one of the trash piles, finding the police and a few teenagers by the entrance. I looked at Shawn and mouthed, crap.
We both stepped back from the edge. They were getting closer and there was no were to go. We decided to duck into the car, peaking over the dashboard.
"Oh no," Shawn breathed out, "the gun." The gun was still sitting innocently on the plank. "We have to go get it."
I looked at him like he had another head. "Are you crazy? We're going to get caught."
"We will be caught if it's there. Distract them while I go grab the gun."
Before I could have any time to object, Shawn opened crawled out of the door hole and crept towards the gun. I had no choice but to follow. We stopped at the corner and checked where they were. They were only a couple of feet away. Shawn motioned me to distract them, but I shook my head. He did it again, and a step on gravel changed my decision. I looked around, grabbing the nearest beer bottle and aimed it away from us.
A few seconds later, there was a crash and footsteps depleted. Shawn looked around the corner. When they were gone, he moved away from the corner and grabbed the gun, taking the leftover bottles from the plank and putting them on the ground in a pile. Shawn snuck back to me and we both escaped. We got to the edge of the dump yard before Shawn stopped.
"See, I told you that was a good idea," Shawn said.
"Are you kidding me? That was a horrible idea."
Shawn brought his lips closer to mine, but I reached back and grabbed something at random — which happened to be a creepy, broken doll. His lips touched the doll before he reeled back in shock.
"This is what you get," I said, throwing the doll to the ground, giving him a small smile before a kiss on the cheek then left with a wave.
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Replies:
Amanda: I hope this chapter was cute. I wanted to use a place that almost no one would write a date at and make it into something.
Pony'sgirlfriend: I'm glad I make your week. That's one of the best things to hear about for me. Do you still believe he is using him? *intrigued* I know a bunch of gay Christians and Catholics too. I'm sorry if someone is from the South, but the South has more religious ties than the north states. It just makes everything all worse. We'll see what happens with the gang and him.
Brown –Eyed –Black – Wolf: Now you know. A bit disappointing, or no?
BunnyluvsU: That chapter made me flinch all over. I hate that word so much. I felt so bad using it over and over.
