Something's Changed [CANCELLED]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. But neatly arranged on a wall was a bunch of food. There was four cans of soup, and a box of Oreos. I sighed happily. It still wasn't a dream; no matter how much it felt like it. I sat up, and stretched. I decided that I would walk around today; I couldn't be expected to stay here all day!

 I scampered down the roof, and slipped into the shadows. I started towards the only media. Maybe I could get a book or two.As I made my way there, I was caught in front of a coming patrol. I looked around. Up down, side, and center. It was a dead end. Feeling slightly dangerous I picked up a rock and threw it. Heads snapped around and faces drew to mine. My heart lept when I noticed one was Michael-John. But it drooped at the cold glare I was given. I snapped back to reality when Michael-John shoved to the front. "Don't just stand there!" he said, pushing on of the boys forward. "Get her!" All of the kids charged at me, Michael-John leading. I desperately looked around again. The only way out was... Wait. There is none. My hand flew to my back pocket and within seconds my pistol was aimed.

"Don't come a foot closer." I warned, training the gun just past Michael-John's shoulder. "I'll shoot." Michael-John raised an eyebrow, but I didn't respond. The kid behind him lunged forward, and self consensually pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out, and Michael-John slumped to the ground, grasping the shoulder. I chocked by a cry, and the other's stared at him, then turn and ran. "Thank's for helping." I muttered, and ran to him, where he was sobbing quietly. "I am so, so, so sorry Michael-John." I whispered, a tear streaking down my face. He turned on his back, and looked up at me.

"Don't let me die." he whimpered, and pulled his hand away, it was full of blood. I shook my head.

"I would never do that, never." I whispered back, and took off my shirt. His faced flashed mischievously, in the site of me just in my sports bra, but it soon went back to the injured-puppy look. I rolled my eyes and folded my shirt, and tied it around his shoulder nice and tight, hoping to stop the bleeding. I looked around, and then back down at him. "Can you stand up? I'll get you to somewhere safe... the nearest bathroom." I decided. I would go and get my stuff later. He sighed for a second, then nodded.

"Yeah." I stood up, and held out my hand. He grasped it with his good hand and yanked himself up. I staggered slightly, but he winced in pain.

"OK, we have to go out this ally, and then walk a little, and we'll be there. We have to really hurry, they'll be sending someone." I said quickly, and pulling his good arm around me, and starting to walk forward.

"It's my shoulder, not my leg or something." he said with a slight laugh.

"Yeah. So?" I said, squeezing his hand, and grinning. I had to at least add some humour into this thing. He chuckled, and I hurried him to the bathroom. Weird choice, I know, but it was safe.

We quickly made it to the bathrooms, and I opened the door and checked it quickly. All clear. He walked in in front of me, and I stepped in and closed the door and locked it. He sat down on the floor, farthest away from the door. I keeled down in front of him. "Michael-John, I am so sorry, I wasn't really going to shoot you... I swear!" I started streaming tears down my face, and he reached his hand up and stroked my face with his thumb.

"Payton...it's OK. We are all going to end up hurt in the long run." He said softly. That only added to my sobbing. He grabbed my arm and gently brought me to his good side. He squeezed into a ball and rested my head on his shoulder, as he draped his arm around me. I felt like an idiot, crying for shooting him as he sits there, probably bleeding, and with a bullet in his shoulder. I cried for a little bit, and he stroked my back. After I cried for a while, I sniffed. He rubbed the tears out of my eyes, and I gazed into his eyes, and he gazed into mine. I leaned forward, and kissed him. Our lips met for a little bit, and my lips tingled like they are on fire, but the good tingling. I pulled away, and he was smiling, and I guess I was too. But I shook my head and crawled to his other side. I untied my sirt, which was all bloody. But at least the small wound wasn't bleeding anymore. I thought for a second, and pressed a clean part of my shirt onto the wound.

"Take off your shirt." I ordered. He raised his eyesbrows, and laughed.

"Don't you think we're taking a bit fast? I mean, I just got shot you know." I blushed and smacked his good arm playfully.

"Michael-John!" I gasped, and pretended I was offended. His eyes sparkled, and it took every ounce of will to keep me from kissing him again.

"Just saying." he mumbled 'angrily' and started to take off his shirt with one hand. When he reached his shoulder, I lifted my shirt, and help him get his over his head. I almost gasped. He was so... beautiful. My thinned my lips, and tried to concentrate on what I should do. I stood up, and went to the sink, and soaked a clean part. I walked back over to him and wiped the dried blood away. He winced, and I gentled my touch and softened my gaze. After all the blood was gone, I dried it with my last clean part of my shirt. I took his, and re wrapped the wound in his shirt. After it was nice and tight, I sat back and examined my work with a sigh. Then I noticed Michael-John was staring at me.

"What?" I asked, looking myself up and down. Did I have something on my stomach? What was it. I covered my stomach with my arms. "Is something wrong? Do I have something on my stomach?" I asked, blushing. He shook his head, vigorously.

"No... The opposite. You're...beautiful." he whispered, leaning forward and brushing the side of my ribs. I blushed, and scooted forward so I was back to where I sat before, but except this time I could feel his rock hard abs against me. I traced and fluttered my fingers over his stomach.

"How do you get so hot?" I whispered breathlessly. He shrugged one arm and grinned. He leaned forward, and whispered into my ear.

 "I think I need some more info, do you?" I nodded slightly.  "Heather, Demond's girlfriend, takes a walk every evening along the way where your old place was." I nodded understanding. "She's the next best thing to Demond. Plus, she'll be the most fun. " I nodded. "You should go now to catch her." I stood up, then studied him like it would be the last time in the world. Which, if you'd think about it, it might.

"Will you be OK?" I asked unsure, and softly tussled his shaggy hair. "I wouldn't want you to be left alone with your boo boo if you can't handel it." He laughed, and digged in his pockets.

"I'll be fine." He pulled out a rope and a knotted up piece of cloth thing. "Here, shoot her in the leg, tie her up, and gag her. Bring her back for the party." he said with a grin. I took the items and nodded. He motioned with his fingers to sit next to him, and I obliged. "Be safe, and remember..." he said leaning forward and kissing me. I put my hand on the back of his head, and he on mine, and we lingered there, in the perfect moment. He finally drew away, and high sighed. "Love you." he finished.

"I love you too." I whispered back, meaning it. I stood up, and made sure I had my guns and new weapons. I looked back at him, and walked out the door.