To The Blue

[Two]

Sierra gasped as the realization hit her when she saw the boy's face properly. Blond hair, electric bright blue eyes- "Peter McGuire."

Sierra finished her sentence, her voice low.

"How do you know my name-........oh. Of course. The 'wanted' posters must be out."

Peter mumbled, then wiped his mouth and looked back and forth at her and the chocolate bar. Sierra was surprised to see a smile...or rather, a smirk on his face.

"Why are you smiling?" She asked suspiciously. Is he going to blow my head off now that he knows that I know him?

"I'm pointing a pistol at you, and it sounds like all you care about is your snack. Not your life."

He said, still grinning. Strangely, to her surprise, Sierra started to smile too, despite this life-or-death situation. She even felt like she could roll her eyes. Hearing it from other person's mouth, what she just did sounded ridiculous.

"And now you're laughing."

He said, lowering his arm that held the black pistol. Sierra didn't miss that chance to step toward him and ran her finger to his belly, tickling him. As he twitched his body in surprise, Sierra quickly shoved the pistol off his hand and held it into hers, though she didn't risk pointing it to him.

"And now you're unarmed." She said, mimicking Peter's tone. Peter's face dropped and went dark. He backed away and put his hands up in the air.

"Report me. Go ahead."

"What?" She blinked.

"I'm a 'wanted' criminal, according to your government. That's why you know my name, isn't it? They want me. Aren't you going to report me to them?"

The thought of reporting this boy to the government hadn't occurred to Sierra until he actually said it, and it startled her for a moment. The silence between them fell on them heavily, until, to Peter's surprise, Sierra threw the gun on the bed and sat at the edge.

"...nah." She muttered, which seemed to surprise herself, too.

"What? Are you dumb? I'm a so-called-criminal! And you just sit on your bed and you're not going to anything?"

"Excuse me? Did you just call me dumb? Speak for yourself! And I never said I won't report you. ...just, not right now. Also, I want to know what you mean by 'so-called' or 'according to'. Plus, I don't want to owe you for not killing me right away."

Sierra dared to look Peter right in his eyes. She was actually curious about how Peter had said things he disagreed with or despised. She knew that the atmosphere that didn't make her feel like Peter was dangerous enough to be a criminal was the only thing that kept her from picking up her phone and reporting. Sierra glared at Peter with all her might. Peter sighed.

"You keep surprising me. But I guess, thank you. And I suppose, I gotta explain things to you. Right?"

Sierra nodded. He got into the position of talking, but Sierra suddenly stopped him.

"Wait. We've got to clean the room first. You know, because you broke in and messed it up."

"Can I just point out that you're really bossy as a girl who's literally breaking a government law and impossible to deal with?"

Peter said.

"Shut up and help me clean. You do realize that I'm not the only one living here, right? Don't forget that I can still report you to the government."

Sierra simply ignored Peter, and Peter could feel him losing in their silent competition. He didn't know what to make of this girl at all. He didn't expect her to be so reckless to talk to him or order around him just like that like he was an ordinary person who just happened to be standing right there. But he had to admit that this girl had a brain and was sharp, seeing how she noticed his tone of words toward the government. But.....perhaps she didn't want to.

"Fine. But you do realize that I'm dangerous and have a pistol right?"

"I do and don't care. If you can kill me and you're dangerous, why didn't you shoot me when you first saw me? You should also learn that shoving a chocolate bar down your throat doesn't go along with the whole dangerous look. Plus, you don't have a pistol anymore, and I highly doubt you even know how to use it properly."

Now Peter really was impressed with how accurate her words were. Though he couldn't agree more that she was the most reckless person he'd ever met...well, maybe besides himself. He sighed.

"All right, all right. Just let me know your name or something, okay? Otherwise, I'm going to have to call you dumb or stupid, or reckless for this entire time. Also, I would really appreciate it if I could have something to eat? I haven't eaten proper food for almost 3 days."

Peter wasn't expecting a raise of eyebrows and a death glare and a stuck-out-tongue.

"Sierra. Sierra Parker. And do not call me anything you just said, or else..."

"What? Are you going to tickle me to death again?" Peter said, leaning to the floor to pick up a trash.

"No, but I can report you," Sierra said firmly, instantly killing Peter's grin.

"You're so annoying, and weird," he added nervously, after realizing that maybe he'd said a little too much.

"You're so annoying and weird! Did you forget who broke into whose house and messed their room up? And do you need me to remind you that whatever backstory you've got, you're a big criminal on this planet?"

"Shut up."

"You shut up!"

"Ugh."

"Shut up and clean, McGuire."

"Yes sir, ma'am."