If you're struggling like I am
Can't we make things a little easier?
//OR//
IN WHICH...lost love comes back under the worst circumstances.
[MEAGAN LEAVEY A.U.]
[OC X MORALES]
[OC X OC]
[THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU...
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SIX:The Mission
"MY STORMS LOVE YOUR STORMS. ITS CHEMISTRY."-Atticus.
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"What would you do if I ever got kidnapped?" I ask Troy randomly one night whilst we were out eating ice cream after watching a movie.
"What?" He laughs.
"You know, if I got kidnapped and couldn't get out of it myself. What would you do?" I laugh.
"I don't know, save you? What makes you ask?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"Well, we just watched that movie and that dude got kidnapped! That can happen a lot in the military, according to popular movies and tv shows. We need to be prepared." I laugh
"You are way too paranoid." He looks at me and laughs, shaking his head before putting a dot of ice-cream on my nose, making me pout.
"Stop." I laugh and he laughs, kissing my nose, getting the ice cream off of it.
"For the record. if you need me, I'll always find you." He whispers, smiling at me before kissing my lips.
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"So, what are we doing?" I ask Troy as we sit in the convoy.
"You're going to a checkpoint and I'm going to go on a mission," he says. "And checkpoints are just as dangerous as missions."
"How so?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"There are many bounty hunters who want to kill you. Since you're a woman, they'll probably want to bone you and then kill you. They don't like dogs, so they'll also be looking for you dog. And if you see someone pull out a cell phone, you're dead." He looks at me and I try to stifle a laugh.
"Well what if they're just an insurance agent? I mean, how are we supposed to know the difference between death and bad taxes? I mean, either way your life is ending with a bad phone call."
He looks at me with a blank face, "Really?"
"What?" I laugh lightly.
"I'm trying to keep my mind off the fact everyone here wants my dog dead and wants me for a sex slave." I shrug.
"I guess that's one way," he laughs.
I smile at him and Fury walks over to him, setting his head in his lap.
"I think you missed him more than me." I laugh.
"Not possible," he smiles.
I smile and look down at my feet.
"I'm 99% sure my dad did though. He was all the time sulking about you being gone." I try and joke so I can keep my blush to a minimum.
"Your dad liked me that much?" He raises his eyebrows at me.
