World Of Silhouettes

Eighteen

I succeeded at making a fire two hours ago. Its dark now, pitch black. I have a shelter, food, and water. I strive with every step I take. I don't run anymore, I fight. An owl hoots in the darkness and I smile. Nothing can bring me down now, absolutely nothing. I lie down on the mossy bed I made. I watch the fire dance before my eyes, making me water slightly. The stars in the sky shine down on me. I try to find as many constellations as I can, before my mind drifts off and I sleep.  

Something is burning. Something is burning. No. Something is cooking! I open my eyes and look around. My vision is blurry so I rub it. A black jacket covers me like a blanket with a scent I could never mistake, Grey.  I look at the fire. It burns as bright as it was last night, and it has two fish on it.  I shrug and put the jacket on me, stand up. 

"Grey!" I yell. I look around. Suddenly, cool breath breathes down my neck. I yell, jump and turn around, my eyes filled with shock. 

He stands there, a smug look on his face. 

"Why do you always do that?" I ask. "The whole- teleportation thing? Thats not cool. It makes me want to pee myself every time." 

"Habit," He says. "And also," he says. He brushes a strand of hair from my face and my breath lodges in my throat. I glare at him, hot faced.  "I like to see you scared. Its amusing." 

"Take your freaky ideas of amusement somewhere else," I say. My cheeks blush uncontrollably as I realize I still have his jacket on. If this is Grey's jacket, it has part of him on it. If this is him, technically speaking, he's hugging me. 

stopstopstopstopstopstopstop!!!! Why do I think these things with him here? As if wearing the jacket wasn't enough.

"What are you thinking of?" He asks. Is it really that visible? And he seems to take pleasure in my awkward moments. Does he think its. . . cute? 

"Nothing," I say, turning around. "besides, aren't you supposed to be out somewhere, maybe seeing what the others are doing?" 

"Isn't someone a little tired today," He says. "What time do you think it is, exactly?" 

"Um," I say. "ten in the morning?" 

He tries to hide his amusement, which makes me blush even more. 

"Its almost two o'clock. I finished checking on everyone a while ago." 

"So you pretty much just watched me sleep?" I ask. 

"No. I got bored so I went fishing." 

My stomach growls and I cough, trying to cover up the noise. 

"Yes," He sighs. "you can have one. Theres a reason there are two there, you know." I swallow my pride and sit down, trying to make a little deal of literally, the most horrible situation in my life. The boy I might have something for, gave me his jacket in my sleep, went fishing, and oh, not to mention, this is no ordinary boy, he is a magic mage that barely talks  to anyone. Why me? Does he. . . like me?  Just the thought makes me want to faint. Thinking thoughts like that, with him here? What if theres some sort of magic that allows you to read minds or something?  I take one of the fish put on the stick and bite into it. A while back, I might have wondered if I should even eat it like this, i'm not nearly as picky and its only been three days. I watch Grey eat his. Its funny, watching him. He puts his heart and soul into such small things. His eyes are on the fish, eating it slowly.  

Before I know what I'm saying, I start asking him a question. 

"Why am I your enemy, Grey? You said that we were, a while back."