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We lived in our own little bubble and I loved every second of it.

Tommy and I got really close ever since that incident with Thomas. I found that being near Tommy helped me breath better, chasing away all the gut-wrenching guilt I felt. I became dependent on him.

In the beginning, I always tried to find an excuse to touch him—brush his hair, caress his cheek, bump shoulders with him, but he didn't reject them. His heated blush and shy smiles only gave me more confidence. I would hug him from the back, wrap my arms around his neck, inhaling his natural smell of pine and musk, and rest my cheek on his when he least expected it, which was all the time so the reactions I received were always hilarious. I think he understood my need to be near him, so he never pushed me away despite how embarrassed he got.

I laid sprawled on his back, playing with his hair while he read 1984.

"Tommy."

He hummed, laid his book down and peeked at me from behind. Our faces were a few centimetres apart and immediately, he looked back down to his book.

I smiled. He's so cute that one can't help but tease the shit out of him.

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I glared, pulled back and denied his statement, to which he responded by raising his eyebrows and leaning his head on my shoulder. "You're cute when you blush."

"I'll kick your ass if anyone ever hears you say that."

He smirked. "I doubt the zs would care."

"Don't test me, I'll make you sleep in the jeep if you don't stop."

He turned serious and again admitted, "It still won't change the fact that you're cute."

I got out of his embrace and stormed off to practice throwing knives, beyond confused and embarrassed at how he was acting. The unexpected hugs, the sweet words, and the soft caresses—this wasn't Tommy.

Thunk.

It was probably the virus. It mutated and turned him into some Don Juan character.

Thunk.

Or maybe it was puberty. He did grow taller.

Thunk.

Or—Oh that little fucker. I bet he was just trying to get back at me for all the times I teased him. I've got to hand it to him. It wasn't half bad, especially because I secretly enjoyed every second of it.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

I blinked once, then twice and a third time too. I groaned and rubbed my face. No way. I looked at the knives embedded into the tree's trunk. A letter T for that twat's name.

I can't believe it. No freaking way.

I've got feelings for him.

Also, I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out. Am I an idiot or what?

I huffed and went straight back to camp. I spotted Tommy trying to reel in his catch and I went to stand next to him.

"Tommy, I think I like you—No, I do like you."

The fish jumped in his hands, swatted his face with its tail and fell back down into the river. Tommy didn't even budge. He completely zoned out with his hands still frozen and mouth agape.

"Sorry if I made things weird, you can just forget what I said." I was going to walk back to where I practiced, with full intent to pulvarize the tree from the many many knives I was going to stab it with, but stopped when Tommy grabbed both my shoulders and spun me around. "But you're pretty!" he sputtered. 

What. 

"Not the response I expected, but thank you?" I shrugged my shoulders, still feeling very confused. Does he like me? He said I was pretty, so that's got to count for something.

He shook his head and attempted to better explain himself—he obviously failed.

"You're pretty, like really really pretty and I don't understand just wow—I thought for sure that you just like me. Not the like like kind, but just the normal kind of like," he rapidly said without pause. "How can you like me?"

"I think I get what you're saying but just to be a hundred per cent sure, could you repeat it again? With more connectives, adjectives and descriptions other than like, please."

A massive grin covered his face and he laughed, lifting me by the waist and spinning me around. "I like you too!"

"Tommy!" I laughed, feeling euphoric at just about everything. "Put me down!"

Extra Part 2: What if she never met Tommy and his dad?

She was enjoying her snack until she heard some gun shots and looking down, she found a group of people. She got so excited in seeing other survivors that her foot slipped from the branch and she screamed, praying that her head would hit the ground first and she could die without knowing what it felt like to break a bone.

She clamped her mouth shut when she felt a pair of arms stop her fall and looking at her savior she was met with beautiful gray-blue eyes. His wide-eyed expression made her chuckle. She couldn't blame him for looking like that since she literally just fell from above.

Someone whistled and she looked at the skinny hippy with white hair and an impressive beard. He chuckled, grabbing the shoulder of the guy who held her. 

"Dang, when I prayed that you wouldn't die a virgin 10K, I didn't think All Mighty would send one of his angels down here, " he said, then turned to look at her. "It's the apocalypse right now miss, so I think you'd be better off flying back up there." He pointed above, where she dropped down from and she couldn't help but laugh. He was a funny old man. 

Arms tightened around her and before she could introduce herself, someone screamed Puppies and Kittens, and they were off. The guy ran, carryng her all the way to their jeep and she just helplessly looked back at her camp, groaning at the entire fiasco. 

They better not think of taking me with them.