I dedicate this chapter to bitch fruit. You'll know what I mean later on in the chapter.

Aller, aller, aller! (That means go, go, go in french. I did learn something in french class.)

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Taken by surprise, I forget to respond. I mean, I want to, but my lips won't move.

Noah pulls away due to my lack of participation, and I can sense him starting to panic.

"Shit, sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Can we just forget that happened?" He mutters anxiously.

I glare at him. "Why do guys do that?"

"Huh, do what?"

"They kiss you and then try to take it back. It doesn't work like that. You obviously wanted to kiss me, otherwise you wouldn't have done it."

I can hear the confusion in his voice. "But I thought you..."

"You just caught me by surprise. Give a girl some warning next time," I say, trying to lighten the conversation.

His hand caresses the side of my face and his breathing becomes louder as he brings his face closer to mine. He tucks an unruly lock of hair behind my ear, and then presses soft kisses along my forehead and all the way down to my ear.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he whispers in my ear.

His lips are soft, but slightly chapped at the same time and they move with my own as our hands explore each other. Noah's hand travel the length of my torso, coming to rest on my hips. My own hands tangle themselves in Noah's dark locks.

His hair has grown since I first met him. It's longer now, and slightly wavy, but I think I like it better like this.

Noah's hands move again, his fingers travelling under my shirt and brushing my ribs lightly. I squirm, smiling into the kiss. He disconnects his lips from mine.

"You're ticklish aren't you?" He laughs.

"Me? Um...no?" I reply uncertainly.

"Liar."

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? It's one of my best qualities."

He does one of those mostly silent laughs and then moves his hands back to my hips, pulling both of us onto the cave floor. I land on top of him with my head on his chest. It probably isn't that comfortable for him, considering that he's laying on rock, but it's great for me.

I let out a breath, tucking my head under his chin and wriggling around to get comfortable.

He absentmindedly runs his fingers through my hair. "You know, I was going to shoot you when you showed up at my house."

I raise an eyebrow. This conversation heard in any other context could sound extremely ruthless. It's mildly offensive I guess.

"Why?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I figured you were going to die anyway, so I was going to put you out of your misery."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because then you opened your mouth and all of these crude comments started tumbling out. I saw that you had fight, so I gave you a chance," he says as if remembering a fond memory. Maybe if I wasn't bleeding to death it would be a fond memory for me too.

"Huh," I say in surprise. "And my mother told me that attitude didn't get you anywhere in life."

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Waking up the next morning to a very small ray of light shining right in your eyeball in a very odd sensation after being in the dark for so long.

I squint and blink at the same time, staring straight above me at the very small, almost perfectly circular hole in the rock roof of the cave.

I shake Noah, who is still sleeping next to me. He groans, covering his face and rolling over. "I'm not as pretty as you Princess, I need my beauty sleep."

I roll my eyes, tugging at the arm that covers his face, but it won't budge.

"You're so stubborn," I complain.

"Yeah," he grunts. "We have that in common."

I sigh, lowering my body onto his. If he wants to play stubborn, I'll just have to play a game of my own.

I plant my lips on his, and he responds accordingly, taking my face in his hands and trying to engage the kiss further. So I quickly pull my lips from his and get off him.

And before you say anything about morning breath, I have been covered in mud, sand, slime, and blood. I am way past caring about morning breath.

He opens his eyes and glares at me. "What was that for?" He grumbles.

"You weren't listening to me," I shrug.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes. "What's the issue, Princess?"

I shake my head. "Oh no, it's not an issue. It's like the opposite of an issue." I point above my head at the hole in the roof.

Noah's eyes widen and he practically leaps up to inspect the roof. "It must've been dark last night when we got here, so there wouldn't have been any light to shine through."

I nod, looking around the cave for something to smash a bigger gap in the rock. I spot a sharp stone about the size of my fist and pick it up. I hand it to Noah. "Do you think you can use this?"

"I don't think I need it," He says, pointing to the roof. "Look." His hand follows several connected cracks in the rock. "If I just hit this in the right place, it should collapse."

I look at him skeptically. "You do realise that if the roof collapses, it's going to collapse on us right?"

His eyes flick to me as he starts punching the ceiling of the cave. "Yeah. I realised that."

I shake my head, sighing. That boy has a death wish.

I watch as the rock slowly starts to disintegrate and crumble around Noah. He doesn't seem too worried about it, which makes me nervous.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I ask anxiously. Small fragments of rock are now falling like rain around his body.

"Never been more sure, Princess," he replies, although his voice is muffled by the grinding sound of rock against bone.

It must be extremely painful, but he shows no sign of letting up.

All of a sudden, a large chunk of rock falls right on top of Noah, knocking him to the ground.

I jump in surprise, quickly scurrying over to help him. Apparently he doesn't need my help. He sits up, throwing the piece of rock from his chest and coughing as he clears the dust from his airways. I try to swipe some of the dust from his face, but he just grins.

I frown. "What?"

He points above him. The piece of rock that fell left a hole big enough for someone to squeeze through. The light illuminates the whole cave, and burns my eyes as an added bonus.

I grin along with Noah, grabbing his arm to help him up.

"Let's get the hell out of here!" I exclaim. Noah grabs the backpack, throwing it through the opening in the rock. I'm the next through, shimmying as Noah gives me a boost. He cops a feel as he helps me but I honestly couldn't care less, and I just lay there on the soft ground with my eyes closed. It's actually warm, like I don't have goosebumps or anything.

Noah grunts as he pulls his body through the gap. More rock falls away as he does so. It's more difficult for him to get through considering that his body is much larger than mine.

I hear him sigh as he finally drags himself up, rolling half on top of me as he does so. His head rests on my stomach.

"Can we just stay here?" He asks. He sounds so content that I'm tempted to just say yes, and then have his children. Unfortunately that isn't really an option right now.

"I wish," I reply, opening my eyes. The sun literally sizzles my eyeballs, so I try to use my hand to create some shade. It is semi effective and lets me see my surroundings. We are laying on this vibrant green spongy moss stuff which is the most comfortable thing ever. The sky above us is cornflower blue with no clouds in sight, while the trees...

As if reading my mind, Noah adds a comment. "What the hell kind of trees are those?"

"I don't know," I reply. I've never seen trees like them in my life. The trunks are long and skinny with oddly shaped branches sticking out on all angles and green foliage at the very top. They look like the kind of trees I drew when I was five.

Noah sits up abruptly, pointing to a particular tree. "Is that fruit?"

I sit up too, spotting what he's looking at. At the top of the tree, amongst the leaves are several yellow objects, all covered in little spikes.

"They better be, I'm starving," I say, standing up. Noah follows and we head over to the tree. On the way there I grab his hand. He flinches, and I roll my eyes.

"Don't be such a baby. You were the one who decided to punch rocks," I say unsympathetically, watching as the skin on his knuckles repairs itself.

He just pouts at me as we reach the tree trunk. We both look upwards to the fruit at the very top of the tree.

It could've just grown at the bottom, but no. That's way too convenient.

Noah attempts to shake the fruit out of the tree, but it won't budge. I look from him to the tree. "What's your tree climbing level of expertise?"

"Efficient," he replies, grabbing onto the first branch which is far higher than I would even be able to reach. He swings his feet up, and then uses the tree trunk to stabilise himself. Once he is successfully standing on the lowest branch, he just jumps, completely missing out the second branch and going for the third.

My eyes widen as I watch him swing easily from branch to branch. What the hell? Is he part spider monkey? Has he started devolving back to the ape?

I cup my hands around my mouth. "Were you Tarzan in another life or something?" I yell.

He looks back down at me, shaking his head. "You have a great imagination, Princess."

"Well if you grew your hair out and wore less clothes, then you would totally resemble Tarzan," I shout up at him.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

I snort. Cocky bastard. I mean, if he decided to wear less clothes I definitely wouldn't oppose the idea...but still, cocky.

I watch as Noah launches himself at the last branch, and swings up onto it like it's the easiest thing in the world. It obviously isn't easy, and if I tried to do that, I'd already be dead at the bottom of the tree. Well, not dead because that doesn't really seem like an option for me these days, but you catch my drift.

He reaches the very top of the tree, detaching one of the fruits and studying it. He looks down at me. "Heads up Princess."

The fruit is dropped and plummets towards earth because of this thing called gravity. This tree is pretty damn high, so as the fruit travels, it gains speed. This fruit is also spiky. I have to catch the spiky fruit which is increasing speed. As I catch the fist size fruit, it embeds its defensive spikes into the palm of my hand.

"Mother fucker!" I shout, throwing the fruit on the ground next to me. "You bitch!" I yell at it, clutching my hand. The marks where it pierced my hand have already disappeared, but that doesn't stop me from being mad at it.

"You okay?!" Noah calls down. He's holding another bitch fruit. That's what I've decided to name them. Bitch fruit.

"No," I scowl. "That thing just impaled my hand like fifty times."

"There are only five or six more," he says. "You'll have to catch them cause they're soft. They'll probably split if you drop them."

"Only five or six," I mutter to myself. "That's just peachy."

Noah continues to drop the bitch fruit until there are no longer any left in the tree, and a pile of six on the ground. He climbs down from the tree with ease, landing next to me.

"Never ask me to catch the bitch fruit again," I say bluntly.

He chuckles. "Bitch fruit?"

"Yes, I've taken the liberty of naming them. I don't care if they have a proper name. They will always be bitch fruit."

"Alright, lets eat some bitch fruit."

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I don't even know what's going on in this book anymore, so don't ask. I was listening to the Ghostbusters theme song on repeat while writing this so maybe that has something to do with it. Otherwise, I have no clue.

I have also been listening to 'N Sync recently and discovered that I despise their music, but it's annoyingly catchy and has the ability to get trapped in your brain for a long time.

Other than that, I don't really have anything else to say.

Um...always be a Kool Kat. Don't worry, it's not the KKK, just the KK.

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