Dimensions and Doritos

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I sat on my Dorito bean bag in the far corner of my room. I watched as he put away the kit and sat on the bed, watching me with an intense look.

Like he was thinking.

About killing me?

Probably.

"I-" He began, I lifted my head, absentmindedly rubbing the bandage.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you."

Ha. Liar Liar pants on fire.

"Honestly." He said after he had read my look of disbelief.

I shifted my weight slightly, leaning my head back.

It was getting late.
Wow! Time sure does fly when your having fun!

And I haven't eaten anything at all.

Eh, I think I lost my appetite. Maybe when I saw all that blood.

The boy wasn't finished talking though. "I just need a place to stay for a while alright? I promise I'm not a criminal or anything." He reassured me.
Oh gee that sure makes me trust you.

I found my self nodding and a small smile grew on his lips.

"You know, for an ordinary girl your taking this surprisingly well." He commented. I tilted my head and shot him a questioning look.

"What I mean is, your not firing questions at me."

Oh buddy. If only you knew.

"I know how this goes." I said, rubbing my wrist. "I've watched enough movies and read enough books to know that even if I ask you a question, you won't answer it."

He smirked and dropped his head, bangs shielding his eyes. "You are correct." He said, lifting his eyes to meet mine. I smiled and curled up in a ball, plucking Doritos from the bag.

Oh Doritos. My only love in life.

Wait a second...when was the last time this boy had eaten?

"Hungry?" I asked awkwardly, standing up and making my way to the door. He just shook his head. "I'm used to not eating for long periods of time." He smirked like he knew how badly I wanted to ask why.

I just put on a strained smile and opened the door. "Um... I'm going to get in the shower. Don't like....die or anything." I mumbled, slipping inside and closing the door behind me.

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Baxter's POV-
I chuckled as the door closed and I slipped out of the bed.

I left the room and made my way to where the phone lay, crippled and weak like an injured soldier.

I knelt and picked it up, flattening it like a pancake and then ripping it like paper. If the Terriaian had seen me do this, she would flip.

Just the thought of the overly trusting girl sent a small smile to my face.

But yet, as many questions she surely had, I had a few more.

For one thing, why did I feel a pull towards her? Even now, when I'm out here and she's in there, I felt a small tug in my gut like a leash.

The sound of water hitting the floor made me blink and escape my dangerous thought process.

I cleaned up the kitchen and the best I could and tried to hunt down my dagger.

No, I wasn't going to kill her.
But I felt like I needed it. Just in case the Catara that came with me in the portal was near.

I not only needed to protect my self, but also her.