Chloe's P.O.V.
I'm not quite sure how to smoke this. I'm also not quite sure how we came about this. It's me, Rick, and a few strangers trapped in Walmart for the night? What the hell happened? Is this some kind of horror movie?
"Chloe," Rick said. "Hide and seek?"
"Are we twelve?" I asked, laughing.
He nodded as he laughed along. I agreed and he told me to count to thirty. I closed my eyes and heard him walk away. Shortly after I got to thirty, I saw the curtains move near the changing rooms. That's definitely the first place I'm checking. I walked over to the changing rooms. Nothing, like it's silent. Weird? But okay... I open one door and I hear him laugh. I turn around. Still no one.
"This is getting creepy," I said to myself.
I opened the next door slowly. He popped up in front of me. I backed up laughing. He laughed as he reached for my arm. Looking behind him, I saw a bedroom? I thought it was the changing area.
"Do you want to maybe," he asked slowly. "I don't know. Do something?"
I nodded and he pulled me to the bed. I blushed as I laid down.
"Get comfy," he said, taking off his glasses. "We might be here a while."
He winked. He laid next to me and I put my head on his shoulder.
Rick's P.O.V.
I looked over at my roommate. I explained what happened that night.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I think you fall fast," Issac said. "So I think you're going to get hurt."
"What about her?" I pressed.
"I know her too," he said. "She calls me pancake. I know she falls fast too. You guys are either in for an amazing week, or a wedding down the line."
"If I only have a week with her," I said, smiling. "I'll make it the best week ever."
