The Twelve Year Old Thief (12)

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This chapter is sort of special....the twelve year old thief....chapter twelve.  Ahh, well.  Enjoy! <3

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"Now what?" I asked Lucas.  We stayed where we were for a few days so he could rest some.  But, I must admit, I definitely enjoyed the all-day nap.

"We eat," he replied.  "I'm so hungry I could probably eat you."

"I'm not edible," I stated obviously.  "Plus, you just ate about two hours ago."

"It was only berries.  Besides, I'm a growing boy- wait, scratch that- a growing man."  He's just awful sometimes.

"Men don't grow, genius."

"Don't put me down."

"I'll do as I please."

I looked around at my surroundings.  It wasn't much different than it was before.  Trees, land, grass.  Basically anything under the category 'green' you would see.  Except for that over there....

"LUCAS!" I practically screamed right into his hear.  "An apple tree!  Over there!"  I raced to the large tree and found myself drooling.  I picked a red apple, not caring if there were worms and such, and took a bite larger than I even knew was possible.  I was eating like a 400 pound sumo wrestler who had just lost his first match and ate the stress and sadness away, resulting in 10 more pounds.

I found Luke by my side several seconds later.  He lifted his arm, but, alas, he still didn't have enough strength to do such 'strenuous' things.  That meant I had to get it for him.  I needed to give him excercises.  One lift!  Two lift!  Come on, boy, work those floppy arms!

"Please?" was all he said.  Heaving a big sigh, I pulled away from my juicy, delicious, amazingly amazing, tasty, red......wait...what?  Oh yeah.  I grabbed another apple and shoved it in his face.  Back to munching on this friendly guy....

"We need to go," Lucas said suddenly.  Why couldn't I eat my apple?!

"Why?  We just started eating!  I'm still hungry."

"Then eat it on the way.  My tracking device says that someone is following us again."

"These people need to give up," I grumbled.

"Anna," he stressed.  "Let's go."

Another sigh from me.  "Fine."

Gadget gizmo guy and I walked along the trees.  I was getting more sleepy by the day, and more homesick by the minute.  I needed to stop getting myself into this stuff.

"Look, Anna.  Look at that!"  Why was he so hap-

"The park!  That's the main park!" I exclaimed.  "How far did you drag me, anyways, Luke?"

"Well....at the time, I had a car."  This earned him a gasp.  "When I figured we got far enough, I accidentally.....drove into a lake."  Another gasp and a shove.  "I'm still hurting!  Anyways, it sunk to the bottom."

"You're so dumb sometimes," I fretted.  "You mess everything up."

"Excuse me, but last time I checked, I saved your life."

"Excuse me," I mimicked, "but last time I checked, you're the one who almost killed me in the first place."  I glared at his dark green eyes, but eventually turned away.  The stupid black haired boy couldn't have any effect on me.  We had to keep moving.

"Let's go," I said quietly, and started walking, not checking to see if he was coming.

"Whatever," I heard him grumble.  "Why did I pick her, of all people, to like?"

What did he say?  He liked me?  I must have heard him wrong.  Was I even supposed to hear that?  I shook my head and picked up the pace.

"Anna, wait up!" he called.

"No," I denied his request.  "I can do this by myself.  I don't need you!"  Woa.  Where did that anger come from?  Why was I mad?

"Please, stop!  Whatever it is I did, I'm sorry."  He sounded really sincere, for once.  Should I really trust him again?  Could I really be mad at him because he liked me?  Maybe it was because it made things complicated since I didn't like him.  But.....did I, somehow, possibly, after all this, like him, too?

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(O_o)  Mrs. Little Love Bug is going around town!  Does Anna like Luke?  Does Luke actually like Anna in that way?  Will someone find them again?  Will they make it home?  Will Anna stop those mean men in black suits?  So many questions!  By the way.....comment 'peanut butter' if you read these comments ;)  Vote, fan, comment....you know....if you love me like you know you do!

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