Red soon discovered that I was an extreme misanthropist, and was easily affronted. However, he had the tenacity of a pouting toddler, and it wasn't long before I was agreeing with culpable notions and assisting him through his (highly important) 'spy missions'.
By the time I'd been at the camp for a year, Red and I were a force to be reckoned with. Fuelled by contempt for our government and raw ardour towards our 'cause'.
But I was less interested in the pre-eminent resurrection of our freedom, and more fascinated by Red himself.
The way he spoke so implacably had me enamoured and wrapped around his slender fingers. He had a goal, and he was so determined to achieve it. I absolutely adored him. His cordial ways had me revelling in joy.
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Teen FictionHe promised he'd come back. It's been 3 years. I just want him back. (A/N THIS STORY IS COMPLETED.) (Also, this not a long story. The chapters are short and the story itself is short. Enjoy!)
