Remi-niscent

Chapter 11:

The boy gapes at me in shock as if not knowing how to handle an overly emotional female, before he awkwardly starts rubbing my back in what I think is supposed to be a soothing manner. Though to his credit it has been a while since he last had human contact and when my body finally stops heaving he pauses his efforts instead saying optimistically, "Well what are you waiting for then darling? Lets go!" Jumping to his feet he rummages around in his scruffy looking backpack and pulls out a well worn, beaten, metal water-bottle that he then turns around with and offers to me, "It's boiled" he confirms when he must see the hesitant look in my eyes. 

Feeling guilty about using his precious resources but also not wanting to come off as rude I gratefully accept the handout, eagerly glugging down a few mouthfuls of water and relishing the feeling of clean water trickling down my burning throat. When he sees that I've somewhat composed myself, he offers me a hand to help me rise and after gingerly grabbing a hold of his giant paw he effortlessly pulls me up to my feet. 

Obviously already two steps ahead in his mind, he's about to march off into the forest when my voice halts him in his tracks. "So what exactly is your plan?" I ask him in confusion, still trying to get a grip on the emotions currently running haywire through my system. "Are you just going to storm the camp or have you actually thought something out?"

He shrugs sheepishly, "To be honest with you I don't actually know, I was kind of just going to plan it along the way, you know hope the the best and all that?"

I purse my lips almost indignantly, "I see one little flaw in this plan of yours. Namely, I'm curious that you were going drag me off to god knows where, while I'm just standing here wearing nothing my lingerie."

His eyes scan up and down my body for a second too long before he blushes beet red all the way from his neck to the tip of his ears as he looks up to meet my gaze. "Come to think of it that might not actually be such a good idea," he mumbles in embarrassment, running a hand through his hair.

I nod, " Glad to see you agree. Just let me cook the fish, we'll eat a bite, then see if my clothes are dry enough and while we're doing all that we can figure out a plan how to go rescue the others."

Mulling what I had just said over in his head he nods in satisfaction, happy with my plan and starts collecting wood for a small fire. He then takes it upon himself to clean all the fish and lays them into the embers to cook. My clothes are now relatively dry apart from my boots so I pull them on and carry the boots down onto the sand.

"So I'm Remi, and you are?" I say stretching out my hand.

"Sam Robertson. At your service." he says while getting up from his crouched position in front of the fire, taking my hand and pulling me in for a warm hug, "It's nice to meet you sweetheart."

"So what's up with all the endearments mister?" I tease.

Sam shrugs, "Just habit that's stuck from my time overseas I guess."

Accepting his answer, I sit down next to him and start eating the fish, ravenously gobbling down every last bite as Sam declines the offer to eat. Once I've finished licking the juices off of my fingers we start our long trek towards Denyt's headquarters. To keep my thoughts off the current situation surrounding my friends and Ty, Sam kindly fools around with an upbeat mood asking questions about my life before camp and in general keeping up a constant flow of chatter for the both of us to fill the silence.

"So wait... So what you're really saying is, that as well as most of your group at being stuck in Denyt's HQ, we should also be looking for your lover boy Ty- who might I add, you think hates you now because of the way you tried to push him away-" Sam says, laughing at me. "And for the record that was cold, like ice cold woman. Sheesh don't ever let me get on your bad side please. Or better yet if I do just put me out of my misery then and there." There's a cheeky glint in his eye as he says this so I know he doesn't actually mean what he's saying, but still I try not to let his words affect me too deeply as it hits home closer than I'd like.