This is my entry for round 3- action romance. My scenario was a shoot-out at a sporting event using two songs: Dark Princess- without you and The All American Rejects- Gives You Hell. Word Count 1,784

She laid in bed on top of the sheets, alone in the dark, as night shifted into day. She didn't move, didn't toss and turn while she stared blankly at the ceiling. The nights had long since turned stale, and she had grown use to it. There was no more ache to be had, no more tears to cry, nothing. She had grown accustomed to the cold, to an empty bed. It had became normal, as normal as it would be if one lived alone.

The wind blew in through the curtains, causing a chill, but she didn't move. It was just too much effort to cover up. Just as much as it would be for her to cry. There just comes a point when there's no more tears to cry, not even the ones that never truly fall from your eyes.

"Honey, I'm home."

Feeling bit like an automated robot, she looked up with a smile on her face from the couch, as she had long since gotten out of bed. "Breakfast is already on the table," she said in a voice that no longer felt like hers.

"Smells good." She felt his lips press against the top of her head as he made his way into the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

At one point in time she use to love those kisses, now, they no longer held the warmth and comfort they once had. She pretended she couldn't smell the perfume on his clothes. "I slept fine, how was the meeting?"

"It went great!"

She could almost hear the smile as he spoke. Those words, at first, had hurt her, but Jenna no longer cared anymore. This was the path she had chosen, and there was no going back- there was nothing to go back to. She had annihilated herself from her friends and family. No longer able to pretend that everything was fine, yet unable to let go of the little pride she had left, she couldn't face them anymore. And, she couldn't go crawling back to them. She didn't want to face their knowing looks and I-told-you-so remarks. She wondered when she started to feel this way, it wasn't all of a sudden. That she was sure of.

There was a pause as a soft thud was heard.

"Are you not eating?"

"I'm not hungry," she said softly.

"What?"

"I've already eaten," she lied as she spoke so he could hear, "I'm going to take a shower." She left the room, blocking out anything else he might have said. She turned the water on, turning it as hot as she could could tolerate. Then took off her clothes. As she undressed, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, noticing everything that she hated about herself; the wrinkles that were becoming more noticeable, the last ten pounds she was never able to lose. She spent hours at the gym, thinking if she was more attractive that he wouldn't go off. Dollars went down the drain on the amount of beauty products she had bought, which laid untouched and collecting dust as the months had passed by.

Opening the door, she stepped into the steaming water, feeling it throbbing down her back as it scald her skin red. She closed her eyes while it rained down over her, soothing her.

"Shit, Jenna, how hot is it?" She heard the knob turned as he stepped inside. Arms wrapped around her while she felt lips on her neck. "I worry about you sometimes," he murmured as his hands began to roam.

Jenna kept her eyes close and began to think of another time, her lips parting in a sigh at the memory...

"Jenna, you sure this is safe?"

"Yes," she exasperated, "I know what I'm doing." She loaded the gun, aimed, and shot. The bullet hit the mark as glass went spraying into the air.

"Damn!"

She laughed, "now, your turn."

"Fine, but ya know that was hot," he grinned at her, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up and stand straight... Remember to point the gun at what you want to hit."

"Yes, ma'am. But you should know, I love it when a girl bosses me around." He raised the gun, trying to hold it steady as he figured out how to aim.

Jenna came up behind him, her arms going around him as she helped him aim. He wiggled his butt, and she couldn't help but to laugh. "Stephen, come on." After that he straightened up and she could feel his board shoulders and the muscles of his arms as he fired.

The gun forgotten, Stephen turned around, gazing into her eyes he asks, "Marry me?"

"You can't be serious," Jenna replied, trying to hide the rush of butterflies that went wild in the pit of her stomach.

"I am. Marry me."

She took the gun from his hands, very well aware of how close they were to each other, and flipped the safety back on. "But... We're just kids." She kept her eyes away from him, uncertain. She felt hands lift her face up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Marry me," he whispered as he took her lips in his.

~

"You won't believe what I got!"

Stephen looked at his girlfriend as she walked into his bedroom. "What's that?" he questioned with a smile on his face.

She crawled onto the bed, hovering over him. "Tickets to the Colts game," she said with a big smile.

He reached his hands around, grabbing her ass and brought it down on him as he tugged on her bottom lip. "How did I get such a great girlfriend?" he asked as he flicked his tongue along her ear. He felt her moved her hips into him and grinned.

"I've been asking the same question... How did you get such an awesome, sexy, smart girlfriend?" she joked.

He playfully tugged on her ear before he flipped her over. "It's like that is it?" He began kissing her- from her lips to her neck, and lower as clothing was removed.

"Mmhm," she sighed out, meeting him with every kiss, touch, and thrust.

~

"Mathew, I would have been fine staying home," Jenna stated as she looked at the field below. "I really didn't have to come." The place was packed, people were dressed in blue and white everywhere she looked. She felt out of place; like a minnow swimming among sharks. Not only that, but she hated football, couldn't ever understand what was so thrilling about watching guys get the ball from one side of the field to the other. Surely there was a better way to spend the day? Grant it, she didn't understand any of the rules. It was all mumbo-jumbo to her.

"Isn't this exciting!" He looked over at her, taking hold of her hand. "I knew you'd like this!"

Jenna gave a weak smile as she turned back to the field. He hadn't heard her, not that she should be surprised by it. She tried to ignore the people that were around her the best she could, which was pretty hard as they were loud and rambunctious. Eager for the game to start.

"Excuse us," a girl said as she pushed her way through.

Jenna scooted as close to her seat as possible to let the pretty girl with black hair go by
followed by... "Stephen?" she question in shock, not really meaning to have spoken it out loud.

He looked down, and she watched his eyes grow wide as recognition hit him.

"Hey, Jenna," he acknowledged, though she could see he felt as awkward as she did. "Looks like our seats are next to yours. Small world, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Hey, Stephen. What a surprise!" Mathew said beside her, a smile reaching all the way to his eyes. "Should be a good game."

"Should be," Stephen said as he took his seat.
She watched him sit down by the girl and tried to hide the hurt, that in all honesty she had no right to feel, as she turned to the game that had finally started. Though she couldn't help the glances she kept taking. He looked happy; they looked happy as they watched the game together. It pained her knowing she could've had that.

She got caught in one of her sideway glance when Stephen gave her a smile as he wrapped an arm over the girl. However, it was what also caused her husband's jacket to move just enough to exposed him holding the girl's hand beneath. It was more than Jenna could take. She got up and ran.

She took off pass the bathrooms and the snacks as she heard her name being shouted. Though she didn't stop, couldn't. She needed to get away, needed a way out of the mess she had put herself in. She was tired of being a pawn in his little games.

"Miss, are okay?"

She looked at the police officer she had ran into. They were both knocked on to the ground when she had collided with him. Though, she didn't give him much attention as her eyes dart back as her name was called.

"Jenna!"

She saw Mathew and Stephen running towards her. Without a second to lose, she took the gun from the officer, who was still off-balanced. He tried to grab it back, but she was already up and out of reach.

"Honey..." Mathew stopped a few feels away from her. "Calm down, it's not like what it looked like."

"She was the one you were with last night, wasn't she?" Jenna asked as she made a quick glance at the gun, the safety was off.

"Please, Jenna," he begged with pleading eyes. "You're not a killer."

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to drop the weapon," the officer spoke up from behind her.

"I can't," she said as she looked at him, her arm still pointed at Mathew.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to shoot anyone, please, lower the weapon." He looked like he was about to tackle her, and she had no doubt that he would.

"Jenna, don't," Stephen spoke for the first time. "This isn't you."

"This is me," she whispered as she began to pull the trigger while at the same time was tackled to the ground.

Two shots rang through the arena along with screams as people took off running in a panic. Jenna laid under the cop, shaking and out of breath as adrenaline lost its hold on her. Though over the noise there was one person she could still here. And she broke, tears falling down her face.

"Jenna... You should've... married... me," Stephen spattered out between coughs of blood.