The Fast Lane

Chapter 20

"Okay…" Harry said, backing away from me after he helped me get my feet set. My hands were extended out in front of me as I pointed the small gun at the can of green beans that we found in Jenna’s cupboard. Harry had set them on a wooden post about twenty feet away from me in the field that surrounded Jenna’s house. Harry drove his car around in the wheat to flatten it down and give me a small shooting range. He admired my stance from behind me. "That looks great Love. Now almost every gun has a little bit of a kick to it so you should alway try to stand like this. It’ll help you get a better shot and prevent you from falling back or somethig. I know if you get into some sort of incident where you need to shoot quickly then you won…" I watched his lips as he rambled on. There was something about the way he talked that made me want to bite his lips all the time. The way they almost pouted when he said certain words. I loved it.

"Got it?" I blinked a few times, not really having paid attention for the last couple of minutes, but I’m sure it had to do with the stance.

"Mhmm," I hummed.

"Okay, right now the gun is on safety which means if you pull the trigger it won’t fire. Go ahead and try to shoot."

I looked at the gun, loosely holding it, and lightly squeezed the trigger as I pointed it at the ground.

BOOM.

I dropped the gun as it fired and jumped back. Harry jumped too. His face suddenly turned red as he ran over to me and picked up the gun. 

“Well I guess it wasn’t on safety after all…” He mumbled. He got a little flustered when I began to giggle, but then he quickly pulled me into a kiss.

"I’m sorry Love, I didn’t mean to scare you. NOW it’s on safety." 

He checked the gun again and again to make sure it really was. “I think we’ll keep your gun on safety for the most part.”

I put my hands on my hips and scoffed. “You don’t think I can handle a gun? If it’s going to be on safety the whole time we may as well get a plastic gun and spray paint it black for me.”

Harry looked at me, wide-eyed and a little surprised. Finally he shrugged. “Well okay. If you think you can handle it.” He fiddled around with a button until the gun was off safety and handed it to me. “If you look down the top of the gun you’ll see three orange lines. Try and get them to all line up when you point at the target and when you’re ready-”

BOOM.

The can was gone from the post. Harry stopped and put his hands on his hips as he looked at the post, almost like he didn’t believe that the can was gone. He was waiting for it to reappear. Eventually he walked over to where the can was laying and picked it up.

He turned to me. “Um, Love. Are you sure you’ve never shot a gun before?”

"Yeah. Never," I shouted across the field to him.

He put the can back on the post and walked back over to me. “Beginners luck, perhaps. Try again.”

I shifted my feet until I was comfortable and held the gun out in front of me. I took a slow and deep breath as I squinted down the barrel of the gun at the three orange lines, the can of green beans just a blurry target in the distance.

BOOM.

The can was gone again. I tried to contain my excitement as Harry walked across the field to the can again. “I guess you’re just a natural,” Harry finally said. He laughed as he walked back to me and showed me the can where two bullet holes sat in the center of the can, side by side.

We spent the rest of the day shooting at cans on the fence post. Harry had bought a ton of ammunition, thinking it would take much more to teach me. We stopped when Harry shot a baby fox in the field. He didn’t mean to, it just ran out of nowhere and scared the both of us. We both cried when we saw the blood.