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    "Well what am I supposed to do?" Cris muttered relizing it would be more fun getting interigated. She didnt even find a journal to doodle in.

    Michael looked at the head of his side of the army."Sir."He muttered."Sit down Michael."Michael did as he was told."I heard you have a hostage who is being stubborn.We're losing this war,Michael.We need as much information as we can get.We need you to fall in love with the girl so we can get answers."The man said."But Sir-"Michael began."No but's about it Michael.You are to fake falling in love with the girl so we can get answers.Am I understood?""Yes sir."Michael said and left the room.

    Felling along the old dingy walls of her cell Cris closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Any cracks or disfigures in the walls could lead to ways out. She turned her attnetion to the door hearinng someone approach.

    Michael opened the door."Hey.I just wanted to check on you..."He said,making his voice seem loving.

    Cris hadnt detected the change aand it would takealot of itto occur to her. She looked at him slightly annoyed slightly curious. "Yeah okay spill it whats up?" Cris growled you didnt just freakin check on your prisoner.

    "Nothing.Just wanted to make sure you were okay.Are you hungry?"He asked,using the same voice.

    "Well nno dip sherlock." Cris muttered. Then looking up she nodded and crossed her arms, "Yeah but why do you care? I mean seriously..." Then looking over at her bed and over a Michell, "Can I get aa pen and like a journal? For an answer?"

    Michael nodded."I'll be right back."He said.He came back a few minutes with a pencil notebook and a plate of food."Here."He said,placing the stuff on the cot."So what kind of weapons are your troops armed with?"He asked.

    "Honeslty I dont pay attenton to what they use but I think Machine guns and dragon Sni[ers. I usually stikc with my bow, pistols, or rifels." Cris shrugged. Honesty seemed to cloud her eyes and voice. She was tottaly unaware of Michell's change of tone. "Oh and thanks by the way."

    Cris looked overathim raised an eyebrowl and laughed. His sweet smile was charming in some ways...What aare you thinking Cris you've been hurtbefore and whats worse is he's the enemie!

    "You've got something on your lips,let me get that for you."He said leaning over so his face was close to hers.He wiped it off and kissed his finger."Mmm."

    Cris pushed him away aa disgusted look on her face. "What the hell is worng with you?", Cris's hands were shaking and eyes lit up with a fear she didnt know.

    "Sorry,I just wanted to see those beautiful eyes up close."Michael said,sitting on the cot next to her.

    "Look this was set up and ont try denieing it. I would rather be beaten then have my heart torn agian..." Cris sighed not relizing her hand was so close to his. Did he mean the commeent about my eyes? My deep green eyes everyone hates?

    Michael took her hand and kissed her.He pulled away."Was that fake?"He asked sweetly.

    Feeling so many different things Cris slapped him. She couldnt think of anything else to do. What was this guy doing. Hitting on his enemie? That's cheap.

    Michael's glasses had been slung across the floor.He calmly walked over and picked them up,cleaning them before putting them back on.He looked back at Chris,his eyes telling no emotion.

    "I cant belive you would do that! You bi***!" Cris looked away clearly hurt and tearing inside. She wasnt easy to break when it came to beatings but when you messed with the 18 yearol's heart that was a different story.

    "I'm sorry.You're lips are just so irresistible..."He trailed off,eyeing her lips.