This chapter is dedicated to...*drumroll* for all of her nice comments and votes.
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After a shockingly silent drive to my grandparents' house, Domnik helps me grab the bags of clothes and take them into the house.

He sets them down on the floor of the entryway and looks at me worriedly, and I know exactly what he's going to say.

"What happened back there?"

Sighing, I drop the bags and turn to face him. "You're probably just going to get all worried and end up babying me and not letting me help you and the hunters for a long while if I tell you."

He cocks his head to the side the smallest bit, and I can tell he's trying to figure it out on his own. "So what happened?"

Laughing, I shake my head, turn, and start walking up the stairs to my room. "Obviously I wasn't clear enough. I said I wasn't going to tell you."

As I turn a corner of the staircase, I hear thumps from below and start taking the stairs two at a time, almost falling a few times.

Running to my bedroom out of breath, I shut the door and lean against it, my body jarred when Domnik slams into it from the other side.

Narrowing my eyes, I dramatically click the lock, making sure it makes enough noise that he can hear.

I hear him scoff and jiggle the doorknob. "Excuse me, but you had better not have locked me out."

Rolling my eyes, I step away from the door to look at it, trying to imagine Domnik's most likely hilarious expression. Preparing my most innocent voice, I make up a completely unbelievable lie to mock him.

"No. Of course not. I was grooming my wild unicorn. How would I have locked the door?"

I hear him mutter something to himself before he messes with the doorknob again, this time louder and more frustrated. "Let me in or so help me I will break this door down."

I laugh for a few seconds and walk back up to the door, banging on what would be about Domnik's eye level.

I hear him jolt away from the door and smile to myself, then lean back against the doorframe.
"But you wouldn't, because you know I'm leaning against the door, and if you break down the door, you know you'll hurt poor little me."

I can practically see him rolling his eyes, and the doorknob starts to jingle again, but much quieter.

Sighing, I walk over to the bed and lay down, smiling to myself and wondering what Domnik thinks he's going to accomplish.

I yawn and start to drift to sleep when I hear a door creak open.

Drowsily, I sit up, to see the door open, with Domnik grinning smugly and holding lockpicks.

"Miss me?"

"I'm sure I would have gotten over it."

He steps into the room and holds a hand over his heart. "That was so cruel, April. What did I ever do?"

Flopping back down on the bed, I put the pillow over my face. "You used lockpicks on my door."

I feel a hand take away the pillow  and see Domnik trying not to laugh. "Well how else was I supposed to get in, hmm?"

"Oh, there are plenty of ways. Asking permission, dropping that awful interrogation you were trying to start, not being so frustrating, the list goes on and on, really."

Domnik hugs the pillow to his chest and makes a sad face. "You think I'm frustrating?"

I nod and grab my pillow back, propping it against the headboard. "Very."

"You know, that could have really hurt my feelings, what you said just now."

Smiling innocently, I look at him. "Why would that be a problem?"

He barked his eyes and shakes his head at me. "Where is the gratitude for me risking my life to save yours?"

I walk up to him and pat his cheek. "Oh, trust me. It's there. But it doesn't mean you get a free pass from me being my sarcastic, annoying self."

Walking downstairs, I grab the bags and drag them up the stairs, cursing under my breath when I hear a loud rip and see that all the clothes are now spread over the staircase.

I turn around and start picking them up, gathering them into the bag and keep everything from spilling back out onto the stairs.

Suddenly I hear a phone go off, making me jump, then it stops. A few seconds later, Domnik runs down the stairs, not seeing the bag of clothes sitting on the middle of the stairs and kicks them to the bottom step.

"April! Guess what?!"

"What?" Whatever got him so excited in all of five seconds of a phone call is either going to be amazingly awesome or absolutely crazy.

"Maddix and Lett just found a stash!"

"Um..."

He laughs to himself, then explains. " A stash is something most hunters will make so that if they're ever separated from hunters or can't get back to training grounds, they have some supplies to get them by."

He stops, waiting for the look of enlightenment telling him I understand; the look he never receives.

I squint and scratch at my head. "Sort of like how a squirrel hides acorns?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Sort of. But I feel like that's a somewhat lighthearted comparison to caches of guns and ammunition."

I stand and cross my arms, shoving the clothes to the side of the staircase. "Well that's the metaphor I'm using for it."

"That's fine with me. Well, I gotta go help them check it out." He starts walking past, but I grab the back of his shirt.

"And where do you think you are going?" I tilt my head to one side and walk up beside him, smiling a little.

He rolls his eyes and smirks. "I dunno. Definitely not outside."

I can't help the smile that makes its wally to my face, and I shrug. "Well, would you mind if I went definitely not outside with you?"

He shakes his head and takes another step down the stairs, gently pulling his short out of my hand. "Not at all. The more the merrier. But I'll have to make a stop at my house. My dog just got out of the vet's office."

"Oh no. What happened to them?"

He scratches the back of his neck and nervously laughs. "Well, she sorta ate a bullet while I was reloading guns..."

My eyes widen and I grab his arm. "Is she okay?!"

He rolls his eyes and I can already hear the sarcasm coming on. "No, she's dead. She died. I'm going to the vet's office to pick her up and take her back home to spend the rest of my life with a dead and decaying dog because, you know, why not?!" He throws his hands up in the air, and I end up breathless from laughing at his ridiculous rant.

He throws me a look out of the corner of his eye, and I see one eyebrow quirked higher than the other. "What's so funny?"

I try to say anything, but it all comes out as a breathy wheeze, and I just end up laughing some more–which looks and sounds more like a minor asthma attack from the inability for the air to stay in my system long enough to do me any good.

A shadow cones into view, and I see Domnik leaning over me. "Uh...you okay over there?"

I force myself to stop laughing (I mean, it wasn't even that funny) and nod. "Y-yeah. I'm fine." I wipe tears from my eyes and let out a little giggle.

He rolls his eyes and twirls his car keys around his finger, waiting impatiently. I swear, he must keep those things on a lanyard tied to his freaking soul.

"Come on, April! I wanna go get my baby back from the doctors."

Jokingly, I smirk at him. "Which one, the car or the dog?"

He pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well, my little doggie is the only one sick, and my Jeepie-Weepie usually has a pretty good immune system, so I'm gonna go with getting my puppy back...for now."

I press my hand over my mouth to stop the snort pressing against it. After a moment, I pull my hand away and clear my throat. "And here we have the Homo sapiens male and the heart wrenching decision between his 'Jeepie-Weepie'..." I make air quotes around the nickname, and the extra emphasis is so clear a deaf person could have heard it a mile away and a blind person saw it coming. "...and his li'l ol' puppy dog." I shake my head and laugh, making my way to the front door.

"I'm never in a million years going to understand how guys make decisions."

I hear the sound of someone falling after a jump, and see Domnik casually standing next to me, a grin on his face. "Classes are only fifty bucks an hour."

I pat his cheek and try not to laugh at his weak attempt at...well, I have no clue what he was attempting. "Sweetheart, I wouldn't pay you fifty dollars if you were the billing company and I just needed the most expensive surgery ever. And especially not for 'classes' on how the male mind thinks."

I spin around and open the door, walking into the cool air, then hear a chuckle behind me. "Sweetheart...I like it...but can I have something a little more manly maybe? Like maybe just my name?"

"Dommmnikkkkk!" I squeal, attempting the highest voice I can.

"OH MY GOD MAKE THE PAIN STOP!" He yells out from behind me, faking intense pain. "DIFFERENT VOICE!"

Mentally bracing myself, I lightly clear my voice and look up at him. "Oh Domnik!" I make my voice swoon, but just a hint lower than I meant it to. A tinge of pink come to my face at the ridiculous tone, but obviously Domnik doesn't get that I'm mocking him.

His face is pure shock, and he probably thinks my ovaries are melting for him.

I narrow my eyes and snap at him. "Close your mouth, you wouldn't want to get any flies in there." He shuts his jaw.

Then, just for good measure..."By the way, your fly is open." I start skipping away and hear him grumble in annoyance.

"Was not!"

Suddenly, a pair of arms pick me up off the ground and my vision swims with vertigo.

"You know, I really like that voice. It really does make my voice sound so manly. You really should do it more often." He's practically purring into my ear.

I feel the blush come back three times as much as before, and I start to squirm.

He laughs, and his voice goes back to normal. "God, April. Cool the freaking nuclear warheads aimed for my heart, okay? I was just messing with you." He pauses, and a sly smirk comes onto his face. "Unless, ya kno—"

"LA LA LA LAAA LAAAAA I CANNOT HEAR ANYTHING YOU'RE SAYING OKAY?!"

He rolls his eyes and sets me down. "Geez. No need to be so sensitive. Just making a joke."

"Yeah. A dirty one. As in, a pig wore it to dinner and bath time and to his mud wallow."

He gives me an 'are-you-honestly-freaking-serious' look from a few feet away.

"And there goes the exaggerations. I mean, what do I have to do for you to stop..."

After that–and for most of the drive, really–I tuned out his hyper-rant, too busy thinking something else.

I'm bickering with a zombie hunter—the one who happened to save me and goes to my new school and is apparently the stupid badboy type—who also cannot seem to stop makig innuendos if his life depended on it—and now we're bickering like a married couple.

It's decided. There is no justice in this world. I'm 100% sure of it.

Otherwise, I would not be stuck in this car, listening to this boy talk about how amazingly manly my 'gorgeous sexy voice' makes his name sound.

It's no wonder he loves his dog so much. He practically is one.
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Jeez. April gettin some sass. Though I suppose it couldn't hurt Domnik to be a little bit more mature.

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