First Person P.O.V.
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We walked for what seemed like days. The was only hours. My skin burned with every step, my feet on fire, and my mind foggy.
Was death this slow?
"If only we had mustard," I spoke to Aris.
"What would we even use that for?" He asked, turning an eye towards me.
"Sunscreen. I've heard there's some miracle worker in it. SPF." I had read that fact somewhere, though I couldn't place my finger on it.
"Ew," Aris shook his head. "That's nasty."
"Really?" I asked shocked. "You seem like a mustard guy."
"Oh, yeah?" Aris asked.
"Well, duh. I thought you were non-verbal at first." I shrugged, brushing hair out of my face.
"Oh..." Aris perked up and jabbed me in the side.
I used my last bit of energy to giggle and shove him.
He grinned and charged at me, slower than I thought, then grabbed me around the waist and lifted me about an inch off of the ground.
"Nononono!" I shrieked, kicking at him. He laughed right before Thomas yelled.
"Quick! Hide!" The sounds of helicopters echoed.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
