Infection.

Lookout.

-Darcy

Evan's arm was around me and his fingers lingered on my hip. I couldn't think straight... Which was ironic, but that's not something to be talking about right now. My eyes were glued on the hand that rested on me.

This is so weird, I know that I don't love Evan. I can't love Evan, but why does it feel so good where he touches me? His fingers are rubbing over my jeans, but I can still feel his touch... How weird.

Evan's fingers left an invisible and ticklish trail. I knew that he didn't think much about it and that he was only doing it to piss off my brother and lead me to the kitchen, so why was I so obsessed over it?

"Are you okay, princess? We left your knights hanging, but I didn't lie when I said that you could help with the hopeless cook." Evan looked at me and smiled. "If we let him be, he'll poison us."

"I never actually tasted his cooking to be honest. The others always cooked during my stay..." The end of my sentence was more like a whisper.

"Hmm? Well, I don't recommend it. You're lucky if you haven't tasted his... Nah, you can't call it food... His creation?" He snorted. "Yeah, Ian's creation. I wouldn't be surprised if it stood up and ran away."

We continued our walk in silence after that and I breathed a sigh of relief when Evan released me in front of the kitchen. I stood there in the doorway for a minute or two, thinking about that lingering feeling I had, but Ian interrupted my thoughts by creating a huge flame and I immediately snapped back to reality.

"No! Don't throw water on it!" I yelled and rushed over. "Wet a towel and throw it over the, uhh, food."

"A towel? Won't that catch fire?" Ian raised an eyebrow, but he still did what I asked.

"That's why we wet it first. I think you don't want to destroy our food or the cooking pan." I gave him a faint smile, turned the fire off and let him do the rest.

"I told you, Ian is helpless in a kitchen. Good thing I brought you." Evan grinned, but he looked a bit restless. "If there's anything I can do... Tell me."

Whatever Ian was trying to bake didn't survive him, so we decided to go for something simple. We made some pancakes and a few toasts. Ian started bragging about how he made almost all of it when the others came inside. When everyone started to compliment the meal, Ian beamed. The hours went by in a lazy pace and we all enjoyed our rest as much as we could, but it's always on moments like that that something happens.

Bryan rushed into the dining room with a red face. "They're coming." Was the only thing he said... It was the only thing he needed to say, really. The chaos started as if it was a bubble of air that finally reached the surface. It was sudden, but at the same time everyone knew it would become like this eventually.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Ian cursed while he threw a plate against the wall. "Why now?"

"How far are they? Do we have time to gather the weapons?" James pushed his chair backwards and eyed the room. "Where the fuck is Kayden?!"

"Oh god, what if they're already inside?!" Arno's face was as white as a sheet.

"No, they're no-" Bryan was shut down by the shouts of his teammates and he looked really annoyed by it.

"For fucks sake, Arno, don't think like that!"

"Is there time to go to the cars? And what are we doing with the food?"

"Forget the food, you dumbass! We need to save our lives!"

"Like I said, they're still-" the dark haired boy tried to speak up but he was forced to shut his mouth... Again.