Christin Solomon
Chapter 36-Paintball
A/N: Thanks for the awesome reviews! They are all greatly appreciated. I've been thinking of some ideas and this story might not be the end of Christin Solomon! Enjoy the chapter!
Christin's POV
**************************************Last Night***************************************
We had come home to daddy's lake house because I didn't want to interrupt mom and dads alone time. So now Chris, James, and I sat in the living room beside the fire trying to figure out things to do tomorrow. James had an arm wrapped around my shoulders and was sitting on my right while Chris sat the opposite direction from me on my left, our legs pressed together. It was one of the few moments that I could have the best of both worlds. My boyfriend and my brother, the two people that mattered the most to me. A knock sounded on the door and Chris got up but I was right on his heels. My big brother opened the door to reveal two people, Rosie Newman and Johnny Blackthorne.
"Rose!" I practically screamed and almost tackled my best friend in a hug. She laughed and returned it. Johnny stepped in with their luggage and Rosie and I quickly followed because it had begun to rain. I took a second to really look at my closest friend next to Chris and James. She looked leaner and there were tiny bags forming under her eyes. But when she looked at Johnny, that all seemed to wash away, and I knew that she was content with her hectic life style.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded playfully as we all sat down more conventionally in the living room. Johnny sat on the couch and Rosie sat at his feet where he rubbed her shoulders and neck. I sat beside Johnny with my head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around my shoulders. Chris stoked the fire and then lounged a crossed one of the love seats.
"Your mom called and said she wanted you to have a safer spring break and what's going to be safer than the best fighter, marksman, and sniper in the CIA along with a state-of-the-art security system," Rosie shrugged like it was every day that she was asked to protect me. Johnny rolled his eyes.
"Well speaking of being safe, we were talking about what to do tomorrow," Chris continued off of our earlier conversation. Rosie seemed to ponder this and started to crack her knuckles which always meant she was thinking. We were all silent as we thought.
"Laser tag?" James offered but I shook my head. There wasn't a laser tag joint anywhere close to here. There were some in Washington D.C. but daddy had specifically asked us not to go there because of all the pressure there. There was a three to five chance some of our old enemies could be there and that would for sure compromise our safety.
"Paintball?" Johnny asked. Rosie nodded in quick agreement. If Rosie could make paintball an Olympic sport, she would. I liked the idea and nodded too. Chris and James gave thumbs up.
"Cool, I say we get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be fun," I said easily and we all headed to our rooms. James showed Johnny where he would be staying and they ended up talking for another fifteen minutes, which gave me plenty of time to talk to Rosie.
"I should've never been mad at you for leaving on Christmas Eve, I'm sorry," I admitted what I hadn't been able to tell her for months. She half smiled in forgiveness.
"We'll hang out next Christmas, sound good?" She questioned and I smiled in a yes, sometimes things were just so easy with Rosie. A couple of shadows fell in the doorway and we looked over to see our boyfriends.
"Hey babe, I left your grey bag out in the truck, do you need it?" Johnny asked and Rosie sighed before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Unless you think a raccoon is going to break in and start shooting my AK 47, no," She shrugged and walked passed him, playfully hitting her hip against his before going to her room.
"Translation, go get it now," I told him and he laughed before walking back down the hall and I heard the door close.
"Good night Chris," I said to my brother as he passed my room. I wrapped my arm around him in a half hug and he did the same before kissing my forehead and muttering a good night. James chuckled.
"Your brother is a man of many words," He teased as he wrapped his arms around me. I giggled quietly when his head swooped down and my lips were suddenly busy. James hand curled around my neck and the kiss deepened. It wasn't often we got this far without being interrupted. That's when I heard someone give an awkward cough and saw Johnny pass by the door, which was wide open.
"Oh," The word barely formed on my lips but yet found a way to make it out. Rosie stepped in my view and leaned against the door way.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't scar my boyfriend for life," She warned before closing the door, I could hear her cat like foot steps retreat down the hall. James and I laughed and he carried me bridal style to my bed where he sat me down and I threw myself back dramatically.
"I have a challenge for you," I smiled crookedly as his eyes became cautious.
"What would that be?" He asked as he sat down beside me and laid down so our faces were perfectly level.
"Let's see how long we can kiss before someone or something interrupts us," He laughed and the challenge began. My arms wrapped around his neck and one of his wrapped around my waist while the other slipped under my head for support. We went for ten minutes, broke apart for three seconds to bring in some fresh oxygen and then we were at it again for another fifteen minutes before our foreheads rested against each other.
"I love you," His words were slightly slurred as exhaustion started to overcome him and he began to drift off to sleep. I planted one more gentle kiss on his lips before I cuddled closer, "I love you too."
***********************************The Next Day***************************************
After we ate scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast, we went to our rooms to dress for the occasion of paintball. Chris had already volunteered to be referee because he didn't feel like having giant welts on his skin. I had tried coaxing him with the promises of fun and adrenaline but yet he refused. Rosie and I were the blue team while the boys were the red team. I was putting on my blue camouflage style jeans and t-shirt with black sneakers. I put some black war paint below each eye and couldn't help but laugh at my own serious expression. Rosie stepped our of her room when I did and we matched except she was bringing her customized paintball gun that was connected with a shoulder strap that wrapped all the way around so Rose could easily reach for it and take a shot.
"Competitive?" I teased as we started to walk toward the front door.
"Are you kidding? Have you seen me watch Grant play dodge ball, you'd think I'm really watching the Super Bowl," We both laughed as we stepped outside. There were a few muddy spots but the sun had dried up most of the rain. Johnny and James were already ready with plain red shirts and old blue jeans with some dirty sneakers. Rosie frowned and it wasn't a half of a second later that Johnny noticed.
"Rose, what's wrong?" He asked taking a step toward her but she shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest which was Rose language for stay back.
"You two are lame," We spoke in perfect unison before we took off into the woods.
"You want to take a tree position?" I whispered. Rosie is a sniper after all. She nodded and climbed like an agile cat to a branch where she pulled at an extra support for her gun and got her sights set and everything while I guarded her back. Then I heard a twig snap and spun around to find Chris behind me.
"Easy there little sister," He warned and pointed my barrel to the ground as he got closer. I realized that Chris was the only one who would snap a twig to let me know he was coming. I nodded and turned around to have a ready shot again. Rosie gave me thumbs up and started scanning the area around us as I took up a position beside a huge pine tree. It would provide good cover and safe shooting at the enemy. I smiled as I realized my mind was truly going into game mode.
James's POV
We watched Rosie and Christin disappear into the forest and waited five minutes before following them.
"Isn't it kind of ironic that your girlfriend is an A class sniper and marksman?" I asked with a little bit of humor. Both Johnny and I agreed that we had lost this game before it had even started. Christin was a pretty good shot and I had no doubt she would get me in the heart, but it wasn't like that hadn't already happened.
"Just a little bit, my guess Rosie's in a ditch or a tree. She likes to be hidden but with good shot options," Johnny informed and curiously looked up and around to see if she was there. That's when the shots began. Christin must have been on ground level because she got me in the chest over my heart. Johnny gasped from behind me and I saw the direct center of the back of his head had been shot. He spun around and shot for a tree but I could here the harmless splat of paint on bark. I shot in the direction of where I thought Christin was and heard someone hit the ground as if something had whizzed right above their head.
"No shooting the referee!" Chris yelled and a whistle sounded moments later, "Foul!" Johnny and I cursed as Christin sprinted away without a single spot on her and Rosie jumped gracefully from a tree and took off after her friend.
"How long is the penalty?" Johnny inquired as we lost sight of the girls for the second time.
"Two minutes," Chris shrugged and leaned against a tree. I sighed and leaned against a tree too while Johnny climbed the tree Rosie had been in and I heard him cuss loudly.
"What's the matter?" I asked as he came back down to the ground.
"I missed her by two centimeters," He cussed again and it was like watching him go into hunting mode. Chris nodded that our penalty time was up and I let Johnny take the lead as we began to come a crossed the girls trail.
"James," Christin's voice sounded ghostly but I couldn't locate where it had came from.
"Christin," I used the same voice. Johnny cussed as one of them got a direct hit on his back. He spun and started to shot at a tree but there was no one there. I heard some bushes move and shot but there was a small chance paint would go through the leaves. I was shot in the knee right when Johnny was shot in the butt.
"Rose!" He yelled in fury and shot toward a ditch.
"Bring it on boy, bring it on!" Rosie yelled back and their personal war of two began. I crept toward the bushes and was shot again in the shoulder from the opposite direction. I spun and barely saw Christin's hair disappear behind a tree. I sprinted behind a tree and waited. I went to glance around the corner but quickly spun back when a paintball went by a half of an inch from my nose.
"Not in the face Christin!" I warned, her musical laugh echoed back to me. I shook my head and spun the opposite way to try to get in a shot, but she promptly sent me back behind the tree with a new splat of paint on my stomach. Chris whistled and we all cautiously crept out of our hiding spots.
"Girls win," He announced like a commentator. Christin and Rosie gave out loud whoops of joy and victory. Christin came over and kissed me on the check while Rose wrapped an arm around Johnny and he kissed her hair.
"Told you it was a lost cause," Rose playfully shoved Johnny as we headed back toward the house. Christin grinned wickedly and leaned toward her friend.
"Oh, and when did this conversation occur?" She asked with a brilliant sparkle in her eyes. Rosie's head spun and she glared at Christin.
"Did you get a conversation in last night because as I recall, there were a lot of sounds that tongues seem to make when they are being shoved down somebody else's throat . . ."Christin tried to lunge at Rosie but Rose was too fast and tackled Christin in to one of the mud holes. They wrestled there before breaking apart, laughing hysterically.
"You two are so mature," Johnny commented as they picked themselves up and out of the mud. That's when Rosie focused in on a corner of Johnny's shirt. Her hand reached forward and grabbed it, slightly yanking him toward her on impulse.
"Christin, did you have any black paintballs?" Rosie asked warily.
"No, they were all blue, why?" We all surrounded Johnny to see that he had one solid black paint splatter on the very corner of his shirt.
"Someone was here," Chris said in realization. Rosie and Christin looked at each other and a million things seemed to pass between them before Rose's hand lightly rested on Johnny's hip as she let the shirt settle back.
"Someone made it passed the security system," Christin corrected her brother. We all sprinted home, shaken. Everyone took a shower and the girls came out in tight shorts and tank tops while the guys wore boxers, we circled in the living room, finally voicing our thoughts.
"That security system is state of the art, no one should've been able to make it in and survive or without us knowing about it," Christin scooted a little closer to me and held Chris's hand, something I had learned was a reassurance for both of them.
"They could still be here," Rosie spoke our worries and fears. Johnny wrapped his arm more tightly around her shoulders, the same thing I did to Christin.
"I already called my parents, they'll be here by midnight," Christin informed and drew her knees up to her chest. Rosie pulled out a hand gun I hadn't known she'd been hiding and pressed it against her stomach and drew her knees up too, hiding it perfectly.
"I say we stay awake until my parents come home," Christin recommended. All of us nodded in agreement. We put on Wolverine. It came to the part where he finds his dead girlfriend. That's when tear gas was shot through the windows and we held our breaths even though tear gas is truly designed to attack your eyes, impairing you vision. Doors slammed open and Rosie shot three men and two women but there were still too many. They shot darts into our arms and we began to lose consciousness. If we hadn't played paintball, we would've gone to do something away from here, and this wouldn't be happening. The last thing I felt was Christin's form disappearing from under my arm and the sinking feeling that her and Rosie were being taken away. Far, far, away.
A/N: I'm sorry if the paintball part was kind of lengthy but I wanted to show that spies can find ways to have fun near home. Review Please!