A Time To Fight And A Time To Run

Part 3- Hazel

Hazel sat down when Grey turned to his backpack and began digging through it. What he was looking for, she had not idea. But what she did know is that neither of them would survive being stuck together for long. Grey was so stuck-up and smug, and Hazel knew that at some point she would end up blowing up at him.

Grey finally took his hands out of his backpack, and came out with a file and a watch.

"You know, if you don't tell me your name, I'm just going to have to call you a random name after something that describes you," he said, looking down at her.

"Go ahead. But if you call me 'Blondie' I am going to call you 'Blue Eyes'," Hazel said. She hated that stereotype of dumb blondes.

"Fine. How about..." Grey studied her, and she raised her eyebrows. "Hazel."

Hazel almost let her surprise show on her face. How could he guess? I guess my eyes are hazel, but out of all things? He's good. Too good. There is definitely a very interesting story beyond that jawline- eyes! Those eyes.

"Eh. You can't think of anything better?", Hazel asked, trying to be strategic.

Grey raised his eyebrows as he repeatedly tapped on the watch (after he put it on). "Well, I like that name, so I'm going to call you that."

A "thank you" was beginning to form on her lips, but she closed her mouth. She couldn't give him any hints that that was her real name. Saying thank you would make it way too obvious.

Instead, she said, "Is your watch not working or something?"

He didn't look up. "Yep."

 Finally, he stopped tapping, then smiled at it.

"You are very strange," Hazel said.

Grey sat down, looking smug and satisfied. "You just don't know enough about me. Otherwise I wouldn't be so strange to you."

"Well then, Mr.Grey, why don't you explain to me why you were tapping on your watch and then smiling. You know, so that I can get to know you better," Hazel sassed.

He just rolled his eyes. "You're not getting that out of me." Grey stood up, then went over to the burner, adding more hot air, causing the balloon to rise higher.

Hazel stood up too, then asked, "Is there a certain place that you are trying to get us to?"

He didn't look at her. "Yes. I told you, I have a plan, and you're ruining it."

"Well, I have a plan too," Hazel said, trying to stand up straighter to seem more confident, but causing pain to rush to her head.

"Good for you, Blondie- oh, excuse me, Hazel," he corrected after a glare from her. "I think mine might be just a tad more important than your improvised spur-of-the-moment plan to save all the Barbie dolls or whatever."

Hazel crossed her arms. "Barbie dolls aren't the only thing that girls live their life for. I am on a very important mission, actually probably more important than yours."

Grey scoffed. "I highly doubt it."

"Oh yeah? On a scale of 1-10, how important is it?", Hazel challenged. She doubted that whatever he was doing was more important than finding her dad and defeating a villain.

"I'd say about 11," he said, looking down at his watch. Then, he leaned against the edge and looked her. "And how well thought out is your oh-so-important plan? Have you thought of every detail? Everything that could go wrong?" Then, after a moment, he laughed. "Oh my gosh, don't tell me- do you not have a plan at all?"
Hazel glared, refusing to let him get to her. "I do have a plan. Obviously I'm not going to tell you, since we don't trust each other, and for all I know, you could be the son of a villain."

Grey looked back down at his watch, his expression suddenly serious.

She raised her eyebrows. Was she traveling with the son of "him"? "Don't tell me that you actually are?"

He looked back up at her, his cocky smile back. "I got you, didn't I?"
She rolled her eyes. Of course he isn't. "A little," she admitted with an annoyed-but-not-really-annoyed expression.

Grey shook his head, his shaggy brown hair moving side to side. "You are too easy to fool, Blondie."

This time, she didn't correct him.