Falling

chapter thirteen

DISCLAIMER- all of these ideas are the wonderful JAMES DASHNERs. I am not capable of coming up with such a great book idea. I only own willow:) hope you enjoy

Gally's prospective
I wasn't able to sleep well at all so I ended up getting up out of bed early to try to get Willow off my mind. I tip-toed down the spiral stairs down to the open glade. It was almost dawn and the runners were just now stirring. The only place that I wouldn't be bothered with is probably the kitchen. Frypan doesn't come in until after runners have left. I remember that the supplies were going to arrive today. Good, that will keep me busy all day. I thought to myself. My time alone didn't last long until Frypan came in, surprised to see me sitting alone at one of the tables.

"Oh! Hey, Gally" Frypan said with the surprise obvious in his voice.

"Hey," I said distantly lost in my daydream. He didn't seem to pay me any more attention as he prepared things for the day. I couldn't stop thinking of ways I could avoid Willow. I just couldn't. She was everywhere, literally, even in my thoughts. Zart had come into talk to Frypan about something. I heard the door open not long after Zart had come in.

"Hey Willow!" Frypan called from behind the counter. Willow! My heart jumped at the thought of seeing Willow fresh with sleep on her face. I whipped around from what Frypan had said. Did I feel scared? I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way about Willow.

"Morring Frypan!" She chirped as she walked over to sit. She slid into the bench next to making sure to bump me on her way in.

"Mornin' Gally." She leaned to whisper in my ear. I could feel my cheeks getting warm. A sly grin grew on my face and I shot her a side glance, trying not to look at her.

"Morning Willow," I said in a monotone voice trying to make her mad. She shot me a toothy grin back.

"Hey, did you know that I magically ended up in my sleeping bag last night?" She said with a joking tone in her voice. As soon as the words left her mouth I knew I couldn't do it. I froze. I didn't know what to say or do. I couldn't talk about what had happened last night with Willow because I knew it was wrong.

"Oh," She let out a breath as if she had been holding it. I was still rigid in fear I what she would say next, or worse what I would say. "Sorry," She said almost too quiet I couldn't hear her. She got up and padded across the room. It was only me and Willow in the kitchen so it was silent as she made it to the fridge. I listened to her leave and waited until the door slammed to look back. I was the only one left in the kitchen. I slammed my fists into the table out of anger.

"Bloody!" I screamed. I have to get away from Willow.