“What?”
We stop running “Your wings!”
“Right. Get on.”
After he takes off his shirt I get on his (very scarred) back and we start flying. We fly for like 12 hours before Quade stats losing altitude and we spot an island, in the middle of an ocean, also in the middle of the nowhere.
“We can keep going after we sleep for a few hours unless you are too tired.”
“No, I am so tired and my wings take extra long I have no idea why but they do so we’ll be stuck here for like a week.”
You see I’ not really the bragging type but I can make the most of a crummy situation. “Ok so we have, about six days worth of lunches and dinner so, no breakfast (unless you're desperate) but we also have a blanket. So we’ll have to sleep together. Unless one of us wants to sleep cold but I doubt that. So anyway- oh yes! I found some candy.”
“Ok anyways I'm going to bed.”
“Why?”
“Um, I'm tired duh! By the way do we have extra clothes?”
“Unfortunately no.”
“Dam*it I need a shirt.”
Quaids nightmare
I’m just waking up and then Zayd asks If I know I talk in my sleep, “no.” I say
“You said the reason you were in juvie.” Oh sht. “Murderer! What are you gonna murder me in my sleep or something? I stayed up all night listening to you talk. I’m leaving.’’
“Wait! No Zayd don’t go! you really think I would murder you? Yeah you’re the reason we stopped on this hellish island but its not like I hate you! The only chance of me ever murdering you is if you deserve it but you could never deserve a fate like that.!”
“Good you’re awake, last night you were mumbling in your sleep all I could make out was ‘oh sht’, and ‘no Zayd don’t go!’ Wonder what that was all about.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing” he says, shaking.
“Are you sure it’s nothing?”
“YES, NOW WILL YOU DROP IT ALREADY PLEASE ZAYD?”
“Ok fine I will, oh and we’re on the polices radar by now. Good morning.”
“Good morning. Can I tell you a secret?”
The next day he pours water on my face. I guess that's payback for getting on his case about his dream last night. Then he tells me he made lunch and dinner for the next three days. How he did it I have no idea but if it tastes good but, I know for a fact that his cooking is good. I’m still shaken up about that secret of his though. He tells me not to worry, but I still worry “how old are you praytell?
“13.”
“No really, how old are you?”
“If I tell you you would not like me anymore”
“Tell me!”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Fine I’m 17.”
“Wow.”
“Yep that’s about it. Oh how old are you?”
“13”
“So you’re pretty young.”
“Yep!”
“That’s not a surprise, I was guessing you were like 11 or 12 or 13 or something.”
“I’m going to check the backpack for something else.” I search for like twenty minutes, “YES! A knife.”
“You found a knife?”
“Yep!” I exclaim, “now we can catch food that's more nutritional like fish. I like fish or crab.”
“Me too though I hate killing things though. For obvious reasons.” He unfolds his feathery white wings. When will he just kiss me or something. I don’t have rabies or anything. “ I’m part angel remember.”
“Yeah I remember.”
“But we still don’t have anything to cook with. I don’t have fire powers like some other angel-human hybrids.” His face lights up,” BUT WE WILL HAVE GLASS!” I look at him like I have absolutely no idea what the hell he’s talking about. Because I don’t. “ There is a storm coming, don’t ask how I know, and there’s going to be lightning striking right, about… there.” He points to a spot then draws a circle around it.
Ironically the next day there is a storm. And guess where lightning struck. Right where Quade predicted. And get this, he says that was just a guess, A GUESS! Honestly I thought it wouldn't happen. “So I guess we're gonna be warm tonight other than sleeping together, even though we still only have one blanket. Unless you want to sleep in the colder air not under the blanket,” *winks. “So do you want me to catch fish?”
“Sure, just don't let me see you kill them.” I cach sixteen fish and Quade turns away while kill every single one of them. I admit it was fun killing things but not when Quade doesn’t want me to. It’s not like I’ll do anything he tells me too. Totally not. Yep. Anyway, “I don’t know how to filet anything.”
“I’ll help you then.”
“Thanks.” so he helps me but It doesn't look very good.
“Looks good.”
“No it doesn’t, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No that’s better than I could do.” so he hands me the (surprisingly slimy and boneless) fish filets. Then I look for crab and/or lobster. And find one of each. “Crab or lobster?”
“I don’t care.”
“Ok you’re getting crab.” So I cook them just in time for dusk. We eat and go to sleep. Owmuhgawd his warm body on mine for a few hours. Then I kiss him. His wings wrap around us and my arms around him, and for a minute our touches intertwine and then we get rough since we were washing our clothes tonight. Then we somehow got to the point where Quade was biting my neck. I was moaning so loudly but he wasn’t stopping then it happens, he slips out from under me and, somehow down. So far down that his face was between my legs. “Sit up.” He tells me, so I do and then he starts sucking, hard.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this right?” I ask.
“To hell with not supposed to.”
“Ok.” And he goes back to sucking and I moan very loudly.
“You’re so loud.”
“You’re going to break something!”
“Good.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m saying that if I break something, we’ll have to trade.”
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