"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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ADELAIDE
I lay against my boyfriend's chest, my good ear pressing against his chest , listening to the rhythmic beats of his heart. I snuggle myself closer into his warm hug and wrap my arms around his waist, shoving down the feeling of being stalked. I've checked around. There is no one else there, yet is can't push the feeling that some is following us.
Dismissing this feeling as just an effect on my over-tired and over-used brain pushing down the unsettling feeling in my stomach, I really want nothing else than to just sleep.
Because the only way I can truly escape from this world is when I sleep.
Newt lifts my chin with his fingers and presses his chapped lips to mine. The kiss is slow and soothing, already distracting me from all my pain and guilt. I know he wants to heal me. It is also a kiss that says 'I'm glade you're alive.' Really. I'm really really thankful that Newt is alive because I would literally go off the rails if something happens to him.
"Ugh. Really?" Thomas pretends to gag. "Right in front of me? Really?"
Newt pulls from the kiss and shoots Thomas a hard glare, clearly really annoyed for the interruption. "Shove off."
"It's the time like this, I'm left to wonder if I did a right thing by pushing you guys to get together." Minho groans from his position on the floor, his eyes still closed. "You two are constantly sucking each other's faces."
"Once again, nobody asked you to bloody look." Newt says in an exhausted tone.
"We might wanna get used to see them sucking each other's faces off, oh.. and also all those loud noises at night." Minho adjusts himself on his side, his head propped up against his palm.
"Wh-what?" Newt stammers, looking nervous.
He can't be talking about that...can he? He wouldn't know, we were very quiet, we made sure of it.
Minho looks at me and Newt dead in our eyes with that stupid smirk stretched from one ear to another.
"I have very good ears."
My eyes widen to such an extent that it will surely pop off and fall out of my sockets . A fiery heat makes its way to my cheeks. I literally want to dig a hole and bury myself in it.
I want to murder Minho. I don't care if he's hurt or roasted, I want to kill him.
To death.
I want to beat him repeatedly and severely with a bat wrapped around with a barbed wire. I want to throttle him and them javelin throw him to the moon.
Newt seems to turn beet red, his gaze flickering everywhere but on me. The rest of them are literally clueless, looking at the three of us in utter confusion.
