"Jake, put that down." I shouted "No, I want you to come with me, you don't belong with him." "I'll get him," whispered Drew, "you wait here." "NO!" I shouted as Drew moved forward slowly in the sand heading for the dune Jake was perched on. Jake lifted his gun and shot again. This time it was a direct hit, and Drew fell to the ground as a stain spread on his shirt. It was yellow. "Paintballs?" Drew gasped. "He's shooting us with paintballs?" "I'm not the least bit surprised" I said as I knelt by him. "You're gonna have a bruise. I didn't think he'd really shoot anyone." "Well technically, he didn't. Where is he?" Drew sat up rubbing his chest underneath his shirt"Damn, that hurt. He's a jerk, you know that?" "Yep, I do. He's gone. We should get you some fresh clothes. And ice for the bruise." I sighed, "I'm sorry. He's such a dope. He must have followed us here, I wish he'd go home, this is ridiculous." Drew drove to his condo so he could change. I couldn't help but watch the road for that clown I almost married.
