“I like that you’re committed to this.”
“I like that I’m committed toyou.”
Our adoration filled gazes are only granted a minor moment to meet courtesy of a familiar enemy combatant popping out from underneath a nearby table. “Gotcha!”
Reluctance to spray Wheeler directly in the face is non-existent.
Afterall, headshots are kill shots.
Or soak shots.
Whatever.
Rather than take the hit, he lifts his palm to absorb the shot while simultaneously firing with the other hand. While the stream is clearly aimed at me, Janae and I split, easily foiling his success. Our separation pulls a vindictive grin on his face that’s followed by him redirecting all of his focus onto me.
“Refuel, Beloved,” I instruct, drawing his fire in the opposite direction. “I can handle this pathetic excuse for a captain on my own.”
“Pathetic?!” angrily squawks Wheeler sounding eerily similar to Eric Bana in the film. “Pathetic?!” Rage squirts send me sprinting for a shield, leaving my fake girlfriend to get away safely. “You’re pathetic!”
Yeah, except I’m not the one who came to a convention for a fandom they’re not even into hoping that the chick that’sclearlyover me magically changes her mind about getting back together after she’s repeatedly told me she won’t.
There’s love and then there’s obsession.
Grand romantic gestures and…probably should call the cops actions.
The shit he’s doing is definitely the latter.
I could call up legal from the companyright now,and they’d tell me the same shit.
Slamming my back against a tree shelters me from a flag shot but still allows him to soak one of my feet.
Fuckme,I already hate wearing wet shoes.
Iespecially hatewearingwet sandyshoes.
“Shit,” Wheeler audibly grumbles, “I’m almost out of fucking water.”
Me too.
But I’m not gonna fucking announce it to my opposition.
Jogging back towards the bar encourages him to pursue weapon blazing. Zigging and zagging motions aid in preventing me from getting clipped and spotting Nae practically done with her refill sends ease throughout my system.
She can have my six while I refill.
He has no one.
I prepare to announce my arrival when I notice out of the corner of my eye him shifting his water pistol to her and firing.
“Belllovvvveedddddd!!!!” comes bellowing out of me in tandem with my entire frame diving through the air to take the hit.
Horns blare through the air indicating our session has finished just as she arrives at my side, on her knees, face hovering above mine. “You okay?!”
I groan around my chuckles. “Told you I could keep up.”
“You did,” she snickers, giving my chest a sweet pat. “And you did.” Nae brushes away sand off my cheek. “My hero.”
Tilting my head slightly to one side, I teasingly ask, “Think I could get a hero’s kiss?”
