West
Ian is crazy. Putting windows in this dome is semi-crazy. It's crazy because of the zombies. They could get in possibly. But the holes are small, so maybe their hand could only get in. And it is not crazy because of the fact that if we don't, we might sufficate from Hunter's farts. Oh lord.
While everyone but me and Aaron are working, and they're out, risking their lives to get steelcutter things, we sit quietly in the dome, alone, slowly sufficating.
"It really stinks in here.." I utter, smiling.
"Yeah.." Aaron snickers.
Awkward silence. I tap my foot on the ground slowly, when Aaron admits, "I think I have a crush on you."
My face becomes hot, and I feel my cheeks grow red. How do I respond?
"I think I do too." My mouth stretches into a slow, gentle, smile.
I see him lean in slightly. I do too and our lips touch. I feel a sharp spark. I hear a crash and a window hole appears above. I look up and the area cools. I pull back and give him a small smile. I get up and help with the windows.
Aaron
My first actual first real kiss. I like her so much. More than I liked Nat. But the memory of Nat doesn't make me on the verge of tears anymore. She didn't love me back. West does, though. I'm happy that Neil is gone though.
We could have been friends maybe. If Nat didn't exsist. The thought is silly so I try to think of something else. I hop up and help them create windows. When we all climb inside we patch the entrance hole.
"So, we're stuck now?" I ask. Ian shakes his head.
"No. I still have the razor." He claims.
I nod. I chew on an apple.
"Lets share our ages." Suggests Hunter. "West, go."
"I'm... 12 1/2.." West says.
"13." I say.
"14." Says Hunter. We all look at Ian. He gulps.
"37..." He huffs. Our eyes widen.
"I thought you were like..." I start.
"48.. 49.... I dunno." Shrugs Aaron.
Ian shakes his head and smooths out his hair.
"Sorry for chasing you guys, again." He looks at the floor. He was producing small stubble. Needed shaved. I havn't even grown a few hairs yet. The only hair that I've grown is the hair on my head.
"Its okay.." I say. I realize.. I've been talking so much lately. And lying. I'm not me anymore. Because you know what? I'm not okay with that. I muster a smile. This is going to be a long life-hell.
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Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
