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The Art of Survival ((Okay, ignore what I said about couples in chapter ten! I'm going to switch some things up...)) Chapter 11- Shaelyn's POV I wake up, once again, from nightmares. How many times tonight have I sat on the sofa opposite Katonia's other sofa, awake, trembling, drenched in cold sweat? "Too many." I mutter darkly, and drag myself to my feet. Katonia's slow, peaceful breathing makes me envious. She sleeps soundly while I toss and turn with terrible nightmares and the occasional good dream. I stand, a little wobbly, and try to think of something to do. What will soothe my whirling mind? I consider going to find a bottle of some kind of achohol. It will blur my thoughts and dull my senses. But no, I can't betray my friends that way. There's only one other thing that I can think of. I find myself in Gabriel's doorway faster then I thought possible in my aching state. I cross the room to him, and freeze by the foot of his bed. I hear something out his window. A shadow from outside darts by and vanishes. I take a wild step back and fall on my butt. Gabriel sits straight up and gasps. "Huh?" His dark hair is messy and he is wearing only boxers. The metallic glint of a gun flashes in my vision. He aims it in my direction with a shaking hand. "Who's that?" He demands. "It's me." I reply quickly. "Shaelyn." He drops the gun on the small table near his bed. "What's up? Huntlings? An invasion?" "No." "Well, what is it?" "Um..." I drop my eyes, still sitting on the wooden floor. "I just wanted to see you. I was having nightmares." I wince. I sound like a child! He gets up and moves over to me. He fumbles in the dark for me and finally drags me to my feet. We stand awkwardly, and very close. He wraps his arms around me. "What's the matter? Other then nightmares?" His voice has changed considerably. From take-charge to concerned. "I saw something run past your window." "What? What did you see?" "I... I don't know." He yanks away from me. "Why didn' t you tell me right away?" I take a startled step back. "Sorry. I just wanted to see you." "Well, you see me. And now we're all in danger!" He snaps furiously. "It could've been a squirrel or something!" I protest. We had kept our voices low, but mine is rising a little. "I just needed to be with you." His voice is gentler, now. "What do you mean?" "I mean I woke up and needed to come get you." I reply. "And do what?" He asks. "I don't know." I turn away from him and go sit on his bed. "Look, I was just wondering why you were sitting on the floor in my room. I'm not mad." "I wasn't sitting!" I whisper back. "I fell!" "You fell? Are you okay?" He sits beside me. "Yeah. Nice bed-head, by the way." I nod to his very messy, dark hair. He smiles and runs his hands through his hair. "No, it's cute. Nice abs, too." I poke him playfully. He blushes a little and smiles. "Oh, okay. Nice..." he tries to think of something. "Now, let's not get too dirty here." I wink and move to stand. He catches my arm. "Where are you going?" "To find that squirrel you were pissed off about." I tell him, trying to pull a serious face. "No, you're not." Gabriel replies simply. He kisses me, on the mouth. For real. I kiss him back when I recover, and don't break away until I remember that I have to breathe. I push him onto his back on his bed. He opens his mouth to say something, but I grab his gun and am gone. That definitely wasn't a squirrel earlier.