Status: Group Project; Active
Island
Sunny
Okay, seriously. What is up with this dude?!
One minute he's trying to kill me, the next he wants to help me. Is he bipolar?
More importantly, where are my friends? I hope they're okay...
"Are you okay?" Aaron asks suddenly, snapping me out of my reverie.
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else.
We walked on, in a very awkward silence. I guess neither of us know what to say.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked. Too much awkwardness, I swear, I was about to lose it.
"To find your friends."
I rolled my eyes. That helps. I felt like my legs were going to give out. I sat down on a rock.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"It's this new thing, it's called sitting."
He rolled his eyes.
"I know what sitting is. Why are you sitting?"
I looked at him like he was an idiot. Which, at the moment, he was.
"Because my legs hurt..." I said, slowly.
"Get up," he said.
"No," I said, frowning. "I sat down for a reason."
"Get up."
"No."
"Do you want me to drag you? Because I can."
"No. I want to sit here. You can go on without me."
"And let you die out here? Yeah... no."
I shrugged. "It's your choice. You could have found them by now if you hadn't wasted your time arguing with me."
He ignored me. "I might have to drag you."
I shook my head.
"Dammit, why do you have to be so stubborn?!"
I shrugged. "You're stubborn, too."
He sighed. "Fine, sit here," he said. "Just don't cry for me if you get eaten by a bear or something."
I rolled my eyes. "You're an idiot," I muttered, but he walked on as if he couldn't hear me.
I turned around and went back the way we came.
"How stupid do you think I am?" Aaron said suddenly.
"Pretty stupid, obviously."
He sighed.
"I should be offended."
"Yeah, you should be. Why aren't you?"
He ignored me. "Come on, let's go."
"Not until you tell me where we're going."
"You'll find out when we get there."
Then he grabbed my wrist so tightly I'm surprised he didn't break it. I tried to snatch my arm out of his grip, but he was too strong. I glared at him.
What a bastard.
One minute he's trying to kill me, the next he wants to help me. Is he bipolar?
More importantly, where are my friends? I hope they're okay...
"Are you okay?" Aaron asks suddenly, snapping me out of my reverie.
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else.
We walked on, in a very awkward silence. I guess neither of us know what to say.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked. Too much awkwardness, I swear, I was about to lose it.
"To find your friends."
I rolled my eyes. That helps. I felt like my legs were going to give out. I sat down on a rock.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"It's this new thing, it's called sitting."
He rolled his eyes.
"I know what sitting is. Why are you sitting?"
I looked at him like he was an idiot. Which, at the moment, he was.
"Because my legs hurt..." I said, slowly.
"Get up," he said.
"No," I said, frowning. "I sat down for a reason."
"Get up."
"No."
"Do you want me to drag you? Because I can."
"No. I want to sit here. You can go on without me."
"And let you die out here? Yeah... no."
I shrugged. "It's your choice. You could have found them by now if you hadn't wasted your time arguing with me."
He ignored me. "I might have to drag you."
I shook my head.
"Dammit, why do you have to be so stubborn?!"
I shrugged. "You're stubborn, too."
He sighed. "Fine, sit here," he said. "Just don't cry for me if you get eaten by a bear or something."
I rolled my eyes. "You're an idiot," I muttered, but he walked on as if he couldn't hear me.
I turned around and went back the way we came.
"How stupid do you think I am?" Aaron said suddenly.
"Pretty stupid, obviously."
He sighed.
"I should be offended."
"Yeah, you should be. Why aren't you?"
He ignored me. "Come on, let's go."
"Not until you tell me where we're going."
"You'll find out when we get there."
Then he grabbed my wrist so tightly I'm surprised he didn't break it. I tried to snatch my arm out of his grip, but he was too strong. I glared at him.
What a bastard.