okay heres # 2, to the "series" Enjoy!
~caitlin
I grin a devilish look, "You sure? Trust me u might not wanna get into my drama." I say while opening the doors
"What drama? Were in the middle of know ware, so how could there possibly be drama?" He grins and lifts one eye brow. "So I'm coming with you."
I roll my eyes and sigh "Whatever. Okay so what you have to do is tuck jump and roll. I hope you can handle it big boy." I say while still grinning at him. Then I jump out and roll across the hot pavement there is a little stinging in my left shoulder but I ignore it and look around for Mr. No Name. I see him laying propped up with his elbow looking at me.
"Very graceful." He says sarcastically to me. "Shit your bleeding." He says while looking at my shoulder.
I hardly even noticed the pain until I looked at the big gash on my left shoulder. Once I look at it the pain starts to sizzle.
I bite my lip "Shit..." I mumble. Probably one of the worst cuts I've had.
"It's okay don't worry, I'm here to help." He says sarcastically. Then he takes off his shirt. My eyes widen at I see his six pack and his large biceps. I think he sees me looking and he grins more.
"Okay, this is gonna hurt just a little." He says while putting his shirt on my cut, he adds pressure and I gasp.
"Sorry!" he says while giving me an apologetic look.
"No... It's okay don't worry, it just hurts a little." I lie. This thing hurt like a fricken Motherfucker.
He ties the shirt around my arm and reaches into his backpack for a clean one. To tell you the truth I was a little sad that he was covering up. He helps me up.
"So what is your name anyway...?" He asks. "Ren. Yours?" I say.
"I'm Alex." He responds.
"Well Alex we have a long walk before we get close to Florida. I saw while starting to walk down the sandy road."
We were walking about 3 hour's non-stop. My feel were killing me and my head was really starting to hurt.
"Ugh... when can we stop. I'm so tired of walking..."
I look over at him and hes looking at his I Phone.
"Well this map says that in about 4 miles a truck stop should be up ahead." I groan.
"But that will take like 8 million hours." I complain.
"Oh shut up." I glare at him
*4miles later*
I plop down on the green grass under a tree. 'ohmigod, this feels so much better.' I think to myself. I slowly close my eyes and slowly fall asleep.
