SURVIVORS

Ch7.

CHAPTER 7.

"Wow." He stared in front of him in awe, she brought him to the mountains. One of her favorites spots where she always used to come with her family when she was little.

"I feel like this is some top secret family spot, and now you are showing me this." He said, looking over at her.

"It is, but I'm sure my family won't mind." She shrugged.

"What are we doing here ?" He asked.

"You ever screamed while you are angry ?" She smirked.

"I think that's for crazy people." He chuckled.

"You just called my dad crazy, I'm telling on you." She pointed her finger in his face.

"He was screaming out here ?" His eyes widened.

"Yes, when he got fired at his old job. He taught us to come out here and scream." She nodded her head.

"And it works ?" He raised his eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, try it." She said as he stared in front of him, looking into the distance.

"You go first tho, so if I embarrass myself, you embarrassed yourself first." He chuckled jokingly.

"Alright, I'll go first." She nodded and stepped next to him.

"Please don't scream inside my ear." He joked.

"I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING !" She screamed into the distance, he looked at her surprise.

"You don't ?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Start screaming." She warned him.

"FUCK Y'ALL POLITICS AND Y'ALL GUNS, START PROTECTING US !" He screamed out and Kyrie gave him a surprised look.

"I didn't tell you to start cussing." She chuckled.

"Sorry it felt right." He said.

"No you are right." She nodded.

"FUCK GUNS AND FUCK JAMES CLARK !" She screamed the name out of the shooter.

"FUCK EVERYONE WHO IS TELLING US WE ARE OVERREACTING BECAUSE WE JUST FACED GUNS !" He screamed next.

"FUCK EVERYONE WHO IS PRIORITIZING GUNS OVER LIVES !" She followed.

"FUCK THE WORLD !" He didn't know what to say next, Kyrie giggled.

"FUCK THE WORLD !" She said the same thing before the two looked at each other, she stared into his eyes, seeing the tears. His eyes so fascinated to her, they told more stories than any human being ever could.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." She whispered, still looking into his blue eyes.

"Oh." He felt nervous by the stare she was giving him.

"Like, your eyes hold so many stories. I love them." She stared up at him.

"I love your face." He blurted out, his eyes widened.