cheek.
I push it away and look around. I'm more
comfortable than I've ever been, since before.
Meg is passed out with her arms around
Leo. He loves to snuggle when he sleeps. I smile thinking he's met his soul
mate.
The light of day is filtering in through
the canvas of the tent. It's a small and cozy tent, so the air has grown stale
with three of us breathing it.
I look down at my feet and amazed at how
much they’ve healed. The scabs are flaking away and the sores are tiny compared
to the scars. Leo kicks at me again. I sigh and climb out of the tent before I
end up getting a paw in the head again.
I stretch and realize what I'm wearing.
It's a tight t-shirt with the word rock and then a star below it. It's bright
purple and too long for me. I'm also wearing jeans with tears and holes in the
knees. I feel a bit of breeze in the back and feel my butt to discover holes
back there as well. I frown. I need my pants back.
"You're up finally."
I turn around to see Will smiling at me.
He is beautiful. I can't stop myself from gawking at him in his baby blue
t-shirt and dark denim jeans. His eyes meet mine. He has noticed the way my
eyes traveled his body. I blush.
"How come you get jeans with no
holes?"
He laughs, "We only have so many
clothes. The last trip to a mall was three years ago. We share
everything."
I glance at Mary snuggled into a guy and
holding the little brat, "Everything."
He turns and sees what I'm watching. He
laughs again, "No not everything. She is really friendly Emma. She is like
that with everyone. But if you're interested we have a few girls who are
single."
I frown, "What?"
"If you're interested."
I shake my head, "I don’t know what
you mean." He laughs at me. He is in a joke that I am not.
He sighs, "So want to go over the
map with me?"
This makes me laugh, "I told you
last night I don’t know maps. I know where I've been by remembering the
woods."
He frowns, "Well back to the
farmhouse then?"
"Okay but I need a favor." I
say.
"What?"
I point to the tent, "I need her to
stay here and be protected. She's fifteen. She's lived a hard life. Her mom was
a prison warden."
He makes a face that makes me laugh,
"Yeah I figured she was staying. Wow a warden?"
I nod, "Her mom and aunt just died.
Her other aunt was taken to the breeder farms."
His blue eyes sparkled, "She is just
our kind of girl then."
I am confused by him, but don’t have time
to figure him out. I can't get the picture of him playing the guitar in the firelight
out of my head. It is almost like there are two of him inside of his body.
Sweet Will and Business Will.
Mary comes over carrying the monster.
"Andy what do you have to say to
Emma?"
He looks down at the ground and pouts,
"Sorry."
He fidgets with her blouse. She looks up
and meets my frown with a smile.
I nod, "Okay thanks."
Will and Mary laugh.
"Mary will you take care of Meg till
I get back?"
She leans in and hugs me. "Be safe
Emma and hurry back."
I hug her back. I still hug like an iron
rod. I notice the way she hugs like a person and I hug like a robot. She hugs
just like Anna. My heart hurts thinking about them.
I turn and open the tent, "I'm
leaving Meg. You need to stay here and help out okay. They need the extra
hands."
She wakes and instantly gives me a snarl,
"No. I'm coming with you."
I shake my head, "No you need to
stay and hang with Mary. I'm taking Will to the farmhouse. I'll be back in a
couple days."
She lays back, "Fine."
I look at Leo, "You coming or
staying?"
He stretches out on the sleeping bags and
snuggles into Meg who laughs sarcastically, "Ha. He likes me better."
I roll my eyes, "Traitor."
I zip the tent back up and walk back to
Will, whose eyes sparkle in the morning light.
"What?"
He shakes his head, amused by me for
something, "You're funny Emma."
xxxx
The walk back down the mountain is less
painful and considerably faster than the walk up. My feet don’t hurt and Will
keeps a fast pace. Unlike Meg, he
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