The Incident

Chapter 5 - A Fork Is Not a Weapon

I wondering around aimlessly for awhile until I finally found my room. I walked through the door and, to my surprise, saw Nic sitting on my bed. He was sitting cross legged and was leaning up again the wall, sleeping. He looked much younger when he slept. He didn't have that my-life's-at-risk look, he just looked peaceful. I walked over to the bed and sat down softly next to him and let my eyes wander up to his face. I had to admit, he looked adorable when he was asleep. I scooted closer until I could see the line pale scar that traced his jaw line. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. I took one of his arms and wrapped it around me, then rested my head on his shoulder. He eyes fluttered open and he looked down and saw me and smiled. He leaned down.

"Couldn't stay away?" he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. then his smile faded. "Look about earlier" he began "I didn't mean-

"I know I over reacted" I said and then I was tired all of a sudden. I snuggled into the curve of his neck and we just sat there silently until I drifted to sleep wrapped in the circle of his arms

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I woke up to see sunlight filtering in through the window, that I didn't know was there. Sometime during the night we had shifted from sitting to laying. Nic still had an arm around my waist but the other had moved to  the middle of my back. I carefully slipped out of his arm and got out of bed. I tiptoed over to the dresser and riffled through its contents until I found a pair of shorts and a black tank top. I quickly changed then walked out into the hall. It was like a ghost town.

"Wow does anyone wake up before eight around here" I thought to myself then I heard voices. I walked down the hall and started to hear the conversation.

"Tanner, you know that's a fork. Right?" Asked Kyle

"Yes" Tanner said blankly

"That's not a weapon"

"Maybe not to you but you should see the way I attack my plate" stated Tanner. "You would consider it a weapon then."

I walked into the room to find it to be a training/weapon room. There were guns everywhere hanging on the wall, laying on the tables or shelves, even stacked in corners. There were brightly colored targets placed on sandbags and old punching bags scattered around the room. Tanner was currently poking a punching bag with his fork in the far corner, and Kyle was cleaning a gun at one of the tables. What kind of gun I don't, I had never been good with guns. He turned to put his gun on the rack a saw me.

"Hey, I'm glad your here you need training" he said turning to the gun rack. he picked up a small black pistol and held it out to me. I raised my eyebrow and just stared at he.

'Umm, me and gun don't go together" I said but before I could argue further he grabbed my hand thrust the gun. The gun felt foreign and strange in my hand. I was about to protest but he grabbed my shoulders and pushed my in front of a target

"Shoot it" he said. I lifted the gun awkwardly and aimed at the target. I pulled the trigger and jumped when it fired. The bullet missed the target and buried itself in the edge of the sandbag. I fired two more time, this time hitting the very edge of the target. I turned around and looked at Kyle.

"Its a start" he murmured. Tanner stood up and walked over to us, took the gun from my hand, and fired it three times. Each bullet hit the dead center of the target. He put the gun down on the table, then pushed past me to the door, leaving his fork lodged into the punching bag

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I played with the gun awhile longer then returned to my room to find Nic still asleep. I shook my head, that boy could sleep through an apocalypse, literally.  I silently went over to the bathroom, another thing about this room that I didn't know was there, and shut the door. I took a quick shower then got out and wrapped my body in a towel and my hair in another. I realized that I hadn't grabbed and clothes so I walked back out to the dresser and started searching for what to where, not noticing Nic waking up

" Well good morning to you to you too." he grinned. I shot him a look over my shoulder then grabbed my clothes and went back into the bathroom to change, hearing Nic argue through the door. I opened to door to see Nic sitting on the bed pouting.

" I like you in the towel better" he said holding back a grin

"I'm sure you did I said" I said rolling my eyes. I made my way over to the bed and sat next to him. Nic slipped him arm around my waist and pulled me down to where I was laying beside him. I looked up into those dark brown eyes and I swear my heart skipped a beat. He had that adorable little grin that made me smile too. His grip tightened and I felt my lips part. He leaned down when a voice came from the doorway.

"Hey breakfa- Dammit I always come in at the worst times!" exclaimed Kyle. His face had turned a deep scarlet and he was standing very awkwardly.

"It's fine Kyle"  Nic gritted through his teeth obviously annoyed. "Well be there in a few." Kyle nodded then left. "Now where were we" He said brining his attention back to me "O yes, I seem to remember we were about to." he leaned down and our lips brushed send a wave of shivers down my spine. I reached up and put a hand on the back of his neck.

" What's up guys" asked Sam making us jump apart. He was leaning up against the door casually with that stupid grin on his face. We apparently didn't notice him walk up

"Motherfu-"

''Now Nic, language." said Sam sarcastically with tat stupid grin still plaster on his face. I wanted nothing more than to get up and knock his teeth out. "  It's breakfast time, come on"

"We're coming" sighed Nic. Sam nodded then left. We were making our way over to the door when Nic grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. Before I could say one word he pressed his lip against mine. His lips were soft on my and he had his hands lightly holding my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, twining my fingers through his hair. It felt like as soon as it had begun it was over. We pulled away, breathing hard. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

" I've wanted to do that since you got here." he reached down and grabbed my hand, twinning his fingers in my and we walked down the hall.