Human After All. (Motionless In White Fan-Fic)

July 26th, 2013/ Chapter 5

*Devin's POV.

I sucked in a breath, as I met the eyes of the person I tackled when I saw them run towards Chris’ camp with our flag. I was surprised to meet the steely grey eyes of Alistair. He was grinning, after he said he won, but seemed startled to see who it was he had pinned to the ground.

I smirked at him, only because I really didn’t know what else to do. In my head, I was wondering why it had to be him that I tackled. But when I was chasing after him I didn’t realize that it was actually him. I just saw a flash of our flag and I just chased after it, even though it was probably a dumb idea, because I had their flag in my hands. Andy and Ashley probably didn’t even know I was gone yet, I just saw it and ran off without saying a word.

I was becoming more aware at how close he actually was. I could feel the warmth he was sending off from his body, and I felt how soft and rough his hand was that had a gentle yet firm grip on my wrist. I felt heat rise to my face, as I kept staring at those liquid metal colored eyes. I really hoped he didn’t notice.

It felt like a long time passed, before he finally said something. “I probably should get up.” He murmured thoughtfully.

“That might be a good idea.” I managed to get out, sounding better than I thought it was going to. He let go of my wrist, and in my mind I felt sad that he let go. I watched him as he crawled off of me, my heart rate through the roof as I watched his lean body flex and twist easily too his whim as he stood to his feet.

What the hell is he doing to me? I’ve never felt this way about a man before. Those same words have been going through my mind for days on end, and I still haven’t gotten a decent answer. I saw a flash of orange and red on the right of his shoulder, and noticed that he had a tattoo of a phoenix. I stared at it, it had its wings out in a way that made it look like it was going to take off, with a beautiful array of oranges, reds and yellows.

I must have been staring, because he cleared his throat. “You like it?” He asked, laughing a little. “Yeah, it looks awesome.”

He held out his hand, and I grabbed it, he pulled me up with ease. We just stood there, awkwardly. I had no doubt a sheepish grin on my face, when my eyes trailed back to his tattoo.

“I don’t know why I never noticed it before.” I mused. He laughed, “Usually I atleast have short sleeves on. This is probably the first time anyone here has seen it.”

“Well, now that I think about it, yeah you do.” I was curious at why I didn’t notice it before; him wearing mostly short sleeves before, now if I think about it even more so, he doesn’t even take his shirt off around us. Not that I’m perverted or anything, just with a physique like his, you would think he would be not as bashful too just whip off his shirt. Maybe he was shy; which seemed far fetched with the way his personality fits. Maybe he has something to hide?

It was becoming far too clear, that I was thinking about this way too much. And it also occurred to me that I was staring yet again. He smirked. “See something you like?” He chuckled. My face flushed, and I hope too fucking God he didn’t see it.

“Also, notice anything missing?” His lips stretched across his face, in a devious smile. It was then I noticed that I wasn’t holding onto their flag anymore, it was in his hands.

I couldn’t stop the outburst that past through my lips. “Why, you dick!” I exclaimed. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and ran off, with me chasing after him. I quickly latched onto him again, my legs twisting around his and snaking my arms around his shoulders, pulling them back a little.

“Dude, what the fuck are you two doing?” I heard Andy laugh behind me. “I was pretending to be a koala, what do you think we’re doing, you fucking dumbass, he has both flags!”