My life will never be normal. I've come to realize this in the last two hours. Already we've had our plane been shot down, I was almost killed by a Korean holding a machete, and now I'm in love with a co-worker I met a couple weeks ago!
Life just keeps getting better.
I groaned as I climbed up a ledge, Man, what did Steve do to my wound?! I thought to myself, as I pulled myself onto level ground again.
I rolled onto my back and sighed.
"Here ya go." Steve said, taking my hand and lifting me up, "Let's go."
I walked with him in silence for a moment, "Hey, I just wanted to thank you for, you know-"
"No need for that." he snapped, continuing to walk.
I stopped myself and grabbed his arm, "Steve, what's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"Something's bothering you."
"Since when did you get perceptive?" he asked, frowning.
"I can tell something's bothering you. Want to talk about it?"
"NO! I don't!"
"Yes you do." I said, a smile appearing.
"No! Well, yes. But not with you!"
"Then talk to someone."
"Don't tell me what to do!"
I felt like I was talking to a teenager, "Steve it's okay, we're all friends here."
Scarecrow stormed off.
I sighed, Well, I tried.
I realized how far behind I was, "OH SHOOT! Wait up guys!"