"So. Does anyone want to get the splinters out of my hands and legs?" I'm hoping that Sniper would volunteer. I guess I neglected to mention that I may have developed a small crush on Sniper...okay maybe a big one. Everytime he called me Sheila, I felt something. Thank god I didn't show it...much. I acted like I hated him. Everytime hr brushed against me, or perfected my sniping stance, I felt it...again. This burning sensation I feel in the pit of my stomach, whenever he looks at me. I hope that he really hadn't figured it out. Sniper stood up.
"I'll do it Sheila." I looked at him and smiled.
"Thanks." I say as we walk out of the room.
"I get em all the time. I'm used to i' by now."
"Wow, okay." When we get to his room, he shuts the door behind us. I sat on his bed as he opened a drawr and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
"A'right," He sat next to me on his bed. "lets have a look..." he picked up my hand and unstantly pulled out the splinter in my hand.
"Okay. That ones done. The other