When I woke up, Peter was no longer in the cabin. Instead, he left a note:
Meet me in the training area at sunset.
Love, Peter.I scoffed as I read the note. He probably ran off to that Allison girl again. I know...I know...she is his sister, and if I had a brother, I would spend as much time as I could with him. Fine.
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I walked into the clearing, and was met with many...
Are you ok?
What happened?
Was it you that froze Malia?
I hate those kinds of questions! They have no meaning, plus it's my buisness...so why are all up in my grill, if I never invited you to the barbeque?!
I avoided the questions, and went straight to the training center.
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It was not even close to sunset, but I want some time alone. Luckily, the goons didnt follow me. Sadly, I was not the only one planning to spend their time at the training center. I was surprised to see a light blonde head shooting arrows at the target with so much anger, the arrow went through the target each time."Woh! What did that target ever do to you?" I joked.
When he turned around, I wish I hadnt joked. Or the oppasite. I dont know. This is because I am staring into the face of a dead person. Or a person that is supposed to be dead. I locked eyes with my ex-bestfriend...Hello again, Chris.
My mouth fell open. His eyes widened. At the same time, we shouted, "What are you doing here?!" Mark my words, that yelling thingy where we said it at the same time, was NOT planned. It just happened.
Chris was shirtless, and sweaty. He had a six pack which he certainly did NOT have in the Glade! "I missed you."I whispered. I ran into his open arms.
I did not care that he was sweaty. Or that he came back from the dead. All I cared was that I shared this last embrace with him. His head was burried in my hair, so it was slightly muffled when he said, "I missed you to." I pulled back from our long hug. "Did you just say I kissed your poo?"I asked. It sure sounded like it...
He laughed and a tear slipped my eye for the upenteinth time this week. The laughter that I missed so much. The laughter I thought I would never hear, rang through my ears.
"I.Said.I.Missed.You.Too."He said between laughter. I chuckled as well.
"Soooooo...you are alive."I said. "Yep." He answered. "Did Peter save you?"I asked. "Yeah...saved isn't the right word..."He replied while scraching the back of his neck.
He opened his mouth as though about to say something when a nasty sound rang through the training area.
"Faith!!!"
I turned around to find a disheveled Allison.
I growled and Chris laughed.
"What?!?!?"I shouted back.
She ran toward me and began to giggle like an idiot.
"What?!"I asked again. This guessing game is getting old real quick.
"We...have...magic!!"She squeeled.
"Eeeeekkk!"Mimicked Chris.
Allison's face fell instantly.
"Who are you again?"She asked.
His eyes widened and he looked at me, and turned red.
"I...I...My name is...um...Chris...Yeah...my name is Chris...I think..." His hand was massaging the back of his neck, and I had to cover my mouth to hold in a laugh, because Allison's face was red too.
"I...Im...Allison...Yep...Allison"She stuttered.I can already feel a relationship blooming between my enemy and many best friend.
They shook hands. Come on! I know you can both do better! I had to try really hard in order to keep myself from yelling that at them.
Ok....so the guy at the top is indeed Alex Peteyfer, or how ever you spell his last name. He is Chris in my vision. Allison is pretty lucky. Huh? Huh?😝
Your turn, The_mystical_arrow good luck, and may the words be ever in your favor!

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Amoung The Shadows
FanfictionWhat if Wicked failed to reach the Gladers. What if they were saved by a legend. A legend whose true colors are yet to be discovered...