I'm currently on bible camp and here is this one short-haired blonde girl who makes me lose my mind.
Like honestly she's so beautiful and nice and funny and kind and easy-going and so fucking perfect I'm crying. I just want to grab her by the neck and bang her in my room til tomorrow.
But I'm pretty sure she's straight so there goes my dreams.
Mark's POV:
I was quiet.
My heart was racing.
Evan's gun was cold against my back.
Yes, I took his gun. I don't want him to do anything with it, so I took it. Just in case...
I haven't told Jackson about it just yet. I will, but not yet. I need some time to process this. There is no logical explanation for this. He couldn't have known exactly where we were. And if he had found us, why would he leave something so obvious behind?
I had unloaded the gun. I had gotten even more scared, the gun was fully loaded with 16 bullets.
God knows what he had planned to do.
Oh my lord.
"Mark" Jackson's voice could be heard. "We're about to arrive to Phoenix. Do you need to shop or anything?"
"No" I answered. "Do you?"
"No, but I'd gladly stop for a bathroom break."
"Okay."
I started to play with my phone, but soon sighed in frustration when my battery died. I reached for my bag on the back seat, trying to find my charger. Unfortunately I couldn't find it.
"What's that?" Jackson eyed my back.
My eyes widened. Dammit, the gun.
"Nothing." I pursed my lips together and turned around, my back against the seat again.
"What is it, Mark"
I sighed.
"A gun."
"A gun!? Why do you have a gun with you?" Jackson gasped, looking worried.
"Calm down" I sighed. "I'm not going to shoot anyone."
"But why do you have it? And why do I know about this just now?"
I looked up.
"This sounds crazy, but it's Evan's gun."
Okay so tomorrow is the last day of my bible camp and I'll confess to the blonde girl
I hope she's not disgusted with me lol
