Play Along With It

On The News

(Hey guys. I was gonna update this a few days ago, but after last chapter, it had to be held off. ;~; sorry it took so long.)

"So what're we doing today?" I asked, taking a bite of eggs. Norman and Sean were scarfing then down, like they had been starving themselves just for my eggs.

"I was thinkin'-" Norman began, chewing a piece of ham. "Teachin' ya to use a knife. We can't-" he swallowed. "Always be there."

"Yeah. You need to know-" Sean took another bite of eggs. "How to defend yourself. There's a lot of-" he swallowed. "Fucked up guys out there."

"Yeah. I know that." I muttered, remembering Buffy and Twig. I wonder if anyone found them yet...

I take a bite of eggs, watching as the two starving men wolf down the food I prepared for them. When it comes down to the last couple bites, they finally stop, and glance at me. I've barley made a dent in my pile of eggs.

"Damn. I didn't know I was feeding werewolves." I stated, forming a small smile as I referenced Twilight.

"No. You're feeding two mountain men." Sean retorted, making me laugh. Norman chuckles, scooping the last of the eggs into his mouth.

"Plus, you're one hell of a cook." He stated, licking his lips. I smiled slightly, making him smile a little at me.

"Yeah. You did a good job in finding a girl, lil' brother." Sean said, stealing a bite of my eggs. I smacked his hand away, pulling my plate closer.

"Go make your own eggs." I ordered, taking a bite of my eggs. Norman started slowly getting up, and walking behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck. I leaned my head to the side, letting out a small sigh. Then his arms wrapped around my arms, keeping them at my side.

"Now Sean!" Norman ordered. Sean leaned forward, stealing my plate of eggs.

"You assholes!" I exclaimed, watching Sean split my scrambled eggs in half. "Dicks!"

"Ah, sweetheart. You've already seen Norm's dick. Wanna see mine too?" Sean asked, arching an eyebrow at me.

"No way in hell." Norman declared before I had a chance to speak.

"C'mon guys! I want some breakfast too!"

"Ok. If you let me feed it to you." Norman stated, moving to look at my face. I glared at him.

"You're an asshole." I muttered.

"Oh come on. I know you want me to feed you. Who wouldn't?" He retorted, giving my cheek a kiss.

"Cocky asshole."

"Do you want me to feed you or do you want to starve?" He asked, rubbing my stomach.

"Fine. I'll get you later though." I stated.

"Hey, imma go hunting. Leave you two to eat each other's faces." Sean declared, getting up from the table. "But leave some of my brothers face left when you're done with him."

"Oh I will." I stated, glancing at Norman. He smirked, and Sean grabbed the hunting rifle that hung above the door. Then, he left us alone, locking the door behind him.

"How much time do we have?" I asked.

"Sean ain't very patient. Two, maybe three hours." Norman said, stabbing my eggs with a fork. "Here comes the plane!"

"I hate you." I muttered, opening my mouth for the eggs though.

"No you don't." Norman murmured, sticking the eggs in my mouth.

"Right now I do." I retorted, gently kicking his leg. One arm held my arms to my sides, while the other fed me.

"Keep talking. You'll get it later."

"No, I'll get you later." I declared. Norman chuckled, and leaned down. Him giving me a sweet kiss gave me the perfect opportunity. I managed to break free of his grasp, and gently lifted my right hand to his cheek. He let me, and set my fork down. With his distraction, I slowly reached to the eggs, and grabbed a handful of the rubbery, cheesy food. Before he knew it, Norman got a face full of eggs. He ripped away from me, wiping his face off. I laughed at him while he went to the sink.

Once his face had cleaned off, he turned to me, a snarl on his face.

"Hey, it's your fault for helping Sean eat my breakfast." I pointed out. Norman rolled his eyes and threw away the paper towel. I stuck my tongue out at him and grabbed my fork. While I ate, Norman started doing the dishes. I watched his muscles moving around under his shirt, each one of them moving as he went to grab a plate. While he was scrubbing the last dish, I took the last bite of egg and went up to him, setting the plate on the counter. He glanced at me.

"You're a little shit. You know that?" He stated. I smirked, and leaned up, giving him a small kiss on the lips.

"I know." I murmured. "So are you."

He smiled slightly and leaned down, giving me a deeper kiss.

~~~

Later that day, Norman and I were sitting in the couch. I was leaning against Norman's shoulder, while his arm was wrapped around my waist. Sean still wasn't back from his hunting trip. The news was on the TV, and it was actually on an interesting topic.

"Two men have been recovered from the Sam Jackson River. Both of which bear similar fatal wounds. A slit throat. The signature move of the infamous killer. Due to his increased popularity, we ask average citizens how they feel about his mysterious killer."

The camera then panned off to a pair of young women. "How do you two feel about the rapist killing man that is on the loose?" The newscaster asked.

One of the girls smiled a little. "I feel kinda safe, y'know? Like, I feel like I can walk home from a party late at night, and he'd watch over me."

The other girl frowned, though. "Who's to say he doesn't do anything to the girls he 'helps'? I mean, the cameras stop as he's carrying her away. Who's to say he doesn't rape her himself?"

I glanced at Norman, who was watching intently. Then the camera went to a man and woman.

"I feel better for my wife to walk around at night now. The world needs more guys like that." The guy stated.

"I agree completely. If you're watching this, Mister Mysterious Killer, thank you! The streets are cleaner now that you're on them!" The woman declared, looking directly into the camera.

I glanced at Norman, who was smiling at the screen. I leaned up and gave his cheek a kiss. He smiled down at me.

"People like you guys." I murmured, setting my hand on his knee.

"People like us. You're part of the team too." He corrected.

"I haven't done anything yet."

"So? You'll do something eventually." He stated, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist. I smiled and let out a small sigh.

This was my life.