Merboy

Chapter 4

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I waited until I heard the resounding 'click' of the front door before pulling the walkie-talkie out my jeans pocket. Laney insisted that we used them because they made us more "stealth like". I think she should cool it with the spy movies. You know them, Men in Black, Spy Kids, Sponge bob (you'd be surprised).

"Miss Bitch has left the building, I repeat, Miss Bitch has left the building," I announced.

"Roger that," Laney's high-pitched voice crackled through, "Team 'Water Bear' may now move out."

I pulled a face at me and Tanner's squad name. Sure, she and Matt got to be team 'Stealth Fox' but we had to be a soggy mammal. What's so sneaky about that? I'll tell you what, absolutely nothing.

The refrigerator dinged as Tanner opened it for the billionth time, then shut it again, only to reopen it once more. The incessant dinging played in my head like a CD on repeat and I released a growl of frustration.

"Why couldn't one of you guys be paired with Tanner?" I complained into the device.

"You know him best," was the answer I received.

I met the boy a day and a half ago, I'd hardly call that knowing someone.

"Bullshit!" I accused, then smiled deviously, "Me thinks someone just wants a little alone time with Matt." I teased.

"Shhh!" she hissed, obviously embarrassed, " He might hear you!"

"Hear what?" Matt's deep voice cut in.

"Nothing Captain Oblivious," I snickered, "We're moving out."

"Well that was rude." he grumbled, then buzzed off.

The fridge dinged once again and I stalked over to the source of the sound, yanking him roughly by the collar of his shirt.

"Will you stop doing that?" I snarled irritably.

"But it's so magical," he protested, "When I open it, it makes me cold, then when I close it the cold disappears!"

Yeah, almost as magical as shooting thousands of multi-colored jellyfish into the sky with the flick of a finger.

"It's a refrigerator," I stressed, "It's supposed to keep things cold."

"Things?" he repeated.

"Food." I specified before he could get any ideas.

"Ah, got it."

His warm breath blew over my skin and it was then that I realized just how close we were. My hand was still curled under his collar, bringing his face level with mine. Tufts of his spiky brown hair tickled my forehead, and our upper bodies were nearly touching. Blushing, I relinquished my hold on his shirt and took a large step back, turning my back to him.

"C'mon," I muttered, "We're leaving."

He followed me out the front door and down the driveway , stopping beside my black BMW.

"What's this?" He queried.

" A land horse, get in." I responded.

Don't look at me like that, it's partly true (It does have horsepower) and I didn't feel like explaining at the moment.

"Put on your seatbelt," I ordered as soon as he sat down, then realized he didn't know what a seatbelt was, yet alone how to put one on.

Click!