Something Unexpected

Chapter 4

     It was still dark out, proving that day had not yet come around. Clarke was sitting on her knees with her head in her hands. She was trying not to bend her back too much. The pain was still there.

     She was silently crying; Tears streaked down her face. Murphy didn't seem to notice from his laying position behind her. Her body ached. Her head and back were the worst. She just wanted to sleep. But she was afraid.

     "You just gonna sit there all night?" Murphy asked from behind her, rubbing his eyes and then returning his arms to their former place over his head.

     Clarke turned her head slightly, putting her arms down so she could fiddle with her hands in her lap. "What if those people come back? We- we can't sleep. We can't let our guard down. Not for a second."

     Murphy waited a second, sighed, and then sat up. "Clarke, I get that you're scared. And I get that you probably don't want another tattoo. But we need rest."

     Clarke scowled at him after he spoke. Tattoo.

     "Do you think this is a joke?"

      Murphy could tell she was mad, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he just stared at her. At her eyes that were so deep and so blue it looked as if you could drown in them. Then down at her light pink lips. He looked as if he was deep in thought. After that, he turned his gaze up to the night sky.

     "That's it? You have nothing to say?" Silence. "Wow. That's shallow. In fact, that's a whole new level of shallow for you. You're not the one who got cut up tonight. You're such an ass. You should be asha-"

     "Well what the fuck do you want me to say, Clarke?" That shut her up, even though that wasn't necessarily what he wanted to do.

     She stared at him with wide eyes. She looked hurt, and extremely stressed out.

     "Alright, I'm sorry. If you're afraid to sleep, we can always do something else."

     "Like what?" Clarke asked, her eyes trained at the ground.

     Murphy decided to take a chance to try and cheer her up. "We could make out?" He smirked and looked at her.

     Her gaze shot to him. She looked surprised, then smirked as well. "I think I'll pass."

     "Oh, come on, Princess. That's cold." She laughed. It was working.

     "Fine, if you're that upset over this, then why don't we try it?"

     His mouth fell open and he gawked at her. He laughed. "Um, excuse me?"

     "You heard me. Pucker up." She moved towards him and he moved to the side. She laughed as she fell over. It hurt, but she didn't show it. Now she was laying on her right side next to where he was sitting. She propped her head up with her arm.

     "Griffin, what have you been smoking?" Murphy chuckled.

     "Just the usual." She grinned. "By the way, I'd just like to remind you that I tried to pass on that exhilarating opportunity the first time."

     "Well I'm glad it was exhilarating for you."

     She sat up and they moved so they were facing each other. She smiled at him.

     "So, I keep forgetting to ask. What's your favorite color?" Murphy asked, still trying to keep her occupied and happy at the same time.

     "Hmm... Probably green, like the trees, and the grass, and the vines, and the-"

     "Yeah, okay, I know what green looks like."

     "What's yours?"

     When she asked that, he remembered her eyes. They were the perfect shade of blue. He had to admit it; They were beautiful and he loved them.

     "Well let's just say that if we had lived on Earth all of our lives and I could paint my room any color I wanted, I'd need your eye color on a paint swatch."

     Clarke's face lit up and she blushed so deeply that Murphy could see it even with the little fire light they had. "Uh, thanks. That was a compliment, right?"

     He nodded and winked playfully. She laughed once again.

     "Thank you, John. For everything."

     Murphy was a bit surprised that she had used his first name, but he liked the way it rolled off of her tongue.

     He didn't say anything, because she yawned just as he was about to speak. "Okay, Griffin. It's time to hit the hay."

     "But-"

     "Don't worry, I'll protect you." He winked once again and she smiled.

     "Well then, in that case, I guess I'll be fine."

     Murphy layed down and put his arm out. Clarke layed down on her stomach, using his arm as a pillow.

     "Night." He said.

     "Goodnight." She replied.