Cory's pov
Some guy swoops in through the window. He has spiked up hair, a red jacket, and shorts.
"Good day! I'm supposed to be somewhere else! But not right now. I saw that he was doing that! Ok bye!" He said, and he... FLEW AWAY?
But I didn't worry about that. Shebly was just on the ground, shaking. Her clothes were somewhat burned. Max was on the floor, out cold. I walked up to Shebly, and tried to touch her cheek. She flinched and slapped my hand.
"Ow!" I said.
She looks at me with the dead eyes of guilt, and curls into a ball. I try and touch her again, and she doesn't slap me. I touch her cheek, and lift her head up.
"Are you ok?" I asked. Her eyes got watery.
"Y-yeah..." She said. She hugged me. And I hugged back. She cried into my shoulder.
"I came here... To get away from the pain... Not to gain more..." She whispered.
"I know. I know." I said.
Adam said everyone got the day off, he wanted to go home. Max is now living alone, Ross moved all his stuff to Adam's house, we couldn't take the risk of Max hurting Ross. It was about 9 now, and Shebly was just on the couch, watching TV. I sat next to her. She turned the TV off.
"You ok?" I asked.
"I dunno. I'm just... Surprised." She said. I got an idea.
"Don't you mean your... Shocked?" I asked.
It shouldn't have been funny. I just shouldn't have. But she giggled.
"Yelling? All I now how to do is thunder." I joked. She started to laugh.
"Do you know how to run at lighting fast speeds?" I asked. She laughed more.
It was a while, and I made a few more jokes, and she had stopped laughing now.
"Thanks Cory." She said.
"Hey, that's what friends do."
"I got an idea!"
