***Christofer’s POV***
I watched in pain as Sammy turned her head into Jordan’s chest. God I was so stupid! When I turned to Max…
Was that shame in his eyes?
I didn’t apologize. Instead, I just crawled into the corner and curled up. I watched Max as he went back to his usual corner and pulled his knees into his chest. Jordan began to sing Love Like Woe.
Sammy pulled her head out and smiled weakly, singing along with him. Soon they were all singing. Everyone except Max and I.
***Sam’s POV***
“Love like woe!” we sang cheerily. We clapped and danced along to the song. It was my favorite by The Ready Set! Gosh Jordan knew how to make me feel better. It felt good to smile.
I watched Christofer as he drew depressed circles in the dirt on the floor. I sighed and decided to be the bigger person (even though I was smaller).
Clapping, I danced over to him and grabbed his hands. I dragged him to his feet and danced with him.
“Dance!” Andy cheered and grabbed Max’s hands. Max sighed but danced and sang along with us. We were clapping and singing and dancing happily. “How could I say no? She’s got a love like woe!”
Nixon picked me up and paraded me around as we sang. Gosh who knew it was so much fun being locked up?!
We began to create choreography for the song and did our little dance for it. I couldn’t stop laughing and smiling. I wasn’t the best singer ever but this was great!
This was the most fun ever! When we finished Love Like Woe, we tried to sing Chelsea Smile cut up. Nixon did the beat boxing, we clapped, Andy and Max did the screaming parts together. Bill and I did the robotic chick’s voice. Alex began to do the worm on the floor. Hey when you’re locked up, you have to find some way to keep yourself entertained!
We finally fell down laughing. I’m pretty sure it was hours. All I knew was that I was tired again. I crawled over back to my place with Christofer but felt someone dragging me by my ankle.
“Alex!” I whined. He grinned evilly. “You’re mine tonight,” he joked and gave me a bear hug. “Oh god!” I cried. “Hey!” Christofer whined. I finally gave up and closed my eyes. Alex WAS kind of comfortable…
But then we heard the door open and shut.
My heart slammed against my rib cage. Alex held me tight, his own fear coming. “I’ve got it,” Andy whispered and grabbed the lantern.
He crawled down the tunnel.
It was silent in our little room. We were wide awake now. Andy came back a few minutes later. He threw a newspaper on the floor. I crawled over and read it.
Artist vs. Poet Threatened
The band Artist vs. Poet received a letter similar to the one threatening Bring Me The Horizon. The letter says that if the band does not give up their front man, a hostage will be killed. “I’m not scared,” says Tarcy Thomason. “Let them have me. I don’t want anything to happen to the hostages.”
Thomason discovered the letter in the band’s kitchen early this morning and reported it to police. “Who ever is doing this is sick minded! I just wish they’d cut the shit and release those people. They’re not hostages. They’re human beings with worried families and friends!” Thomason says.
Police will keep an eye out.
I set the paper down and was pulled back into Alex’s lap. Hmm…Tarcy Thomason…
;)
Oh wait! No, bad Sammy! You don’t want Tarcy to get kidnapped!
…
Okay so you do.
But he deserves freedom!
Uh.
Yea.
>.< ;
“Sammy?!” I looked up. “What Bill?” I asked. He rolled his eyes. “I said, are you tired?” “No,” I said. I yawned. “I mean yes.”
Alex chuckled as I laid my head on his shoulder. He gently laid on the ground with his arms around me. “Alex!” Christofer whined.
“Sh! She’s sleeping!” Alex said. I could hear the grin in his voice. I snuggled deeper into his chest. “Ah, I love your abs Alex. Unlike Christofer’s flab,” I said jokingly. “Oh fine! Have it your way Sammy!” Chris said with a pout.
I fell asleep and when I woke up, everyone was eating their breakfast. “Alex you’re comfy,” I pointed out and he laughed. “Thanks Sammy!” he said.
He handed me my cereal and Christofer shot me puppy dog eyes from across the room. “Who’s more comfortable?” he asked, his bottom lip quivering.
I pretended to be thinking hard. “Hmm…ANDY!” I launched myself into Andy’s lap and smiled up at him. “Hiya Andy!” “Hiya Sam!” “What’s up?” “A few crappy light bulbs.” “Yea…”
I sat up and finished eating my cereal. “We should play capture the flag,” I said. “Okay! I vote Sammy and Max, the mortal enemies, as captains!” Christofer said.
Max and I stood next to each other and stared at the guys debating in our heads who we wanted to pick. “Ladies first,” I said and smirked. He rolled his eyes. “Original,” he muttered.
“I pick Nixon,” he said. “I get Jordan,” I said and smirked at Chris. “Andy.” “Bill.” “Alex.” I crossed my arms in a pout. “Fine. Chris.” “Yay!” Christofer cried and jumped up in joy.
We took two of the empty cereal boxes and hid them skillfully.
“Let the games begin!”
