Ignite

Eleven || I Spy is a Fabulous Ice Breaker

Hello!

I'm sorry for the wait, I'm trying to be better, but this is a long chapter so I hope you like it. It's focused on Jensen, so hopefuly that makes people happy.

Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to forevergood88, because they took the time to read all of my first book, and up to this point in Ignite. I know a lot of you guys have done that and I'd like to tell you that it's totally awesome.

Sooo...here's the chapter. I hope you enjoy!

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"So...wanna play I Spy?"

Jensen was cold. Cold, bored, and tired of silently staring at the back of Hale's head. They had been walking for hours and the town was nowhere in sight, though it's not like they would've been able to see it clearly in the dark.

"No."

"You're real friendly, huh?" Jensen asked, trying not to look too desperate as he pedaled his legs faster to keep up with Hale's long strides.

"I don't need friends." Hale said, chin up.

"Everyone needs at least one friend," Jensen argued. When there was no response, he looked around and chose an object. "I spy with my little eye something...tall."

"What are you doing?"

"It's also something that's confused."

"I don't understand what you're trying to accomplish."

"It's also something that can't see that I am being social."

Hale frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Guess," Jensen said, and then elaborated at Hale's further furrowing brow. "It's a game Batman. I give you clues about something I see, and then you try and guess what it is."

"That sounds completely pointless."

Jensen sighed, muttering under his breath, "It's also annoyingly literal."

"Unless you are personifying a part of nature, the only things that can be literal in sense are you and I."

"It has blue eyes." Jensen said flatly.

"Well then it has to be me."

"Yes!" Jensen cheered, patting Hale's shoulder. "Isn't that fascinating?"

"Not real-"

"That was rhetorical Batman." Jensen interrupted. "Okay, now it's your turn. Pick something, say "I spy with my little eye something"... and then you describe it."

Hale narrowed his eyes, about to argue, but then he looked away, searching.

"I...spy..." Hale peered into the darkness. "A tree."

Jensen let his head drop, staring at the ground. "No..." he moaned. "No Batman..."

"But...I did it." Hale said, watching Jensen shake his head.

"You tried." Jensen said. "You tried real hard Batman. Let's play a different game."

"Another one?"

"Don't sound so excited." Jensen said dryly. "It's called, Let's-Go-Find-A-Place-To-Sleep-Because-I'm-Tired."

Hale didn't even pause. "No. We have to keep moving."

Jensen frowned, but he wasn't all that deterred. You wouldn't be able to tell by the way he was always moving; tapping, bouncing, talking, twitching, but Jensen was patient. Con men had to be patient.