forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Spencer nodded his understanding and, once again, wrapped his arm around Anya. He helped her over to the bed, though he didn't let go of her right away.

"If you need anything, anything at all, I'll be in the room across the hall, okay?"

“Okay,” Anya nodded, pulling the blanket Jake had set atop the bed around herself. “See you… tomorrow… morning?”

(It's too cute, I swear. I'm smiling so much at them.)

//Me too!

"Yeah. See you in the morning, Anya," Spencer answered with a small smile. He stepped back and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Once he got into his room, he couldn't help but smile.

//AAAHHHH THE FLUFFFFFFFFF

Anya waved lightly after Spencer as he left, but the minute the door closed, she slipped under the covers, gently pulling the blankets over her head and curling up into a tight ball. She fell asleep almost immediately.

//should we have the apartmentcondothingy get attacked whilst she’s asleep?

(Lol. Ikr?!?)

Why am I smiling? And what was with me back there? Ugh, what's going on with my head?

Spencer shook his head, trying to clear it of the confusing thoughts that raged through his mind. He sat on the bed and carefully took his shoes off before laying down on top of the covers. It was too warm for his liking, and a blanket would only make it worse.

//should we have the apartmentcondothingy get attacked whilst she’s asleep?

(That sounds interesting…
Go for it!)

//ok so tell me if it sucks and I’ll change it

Anya woke to a high-pitched scream. The lights in her bedroom were off, but light streamed in through the crack between the door and the carpet. She tried to sit up, her hand already on the pistol she’d hidden underneath her pillow, but a sharp, white-hot pain ran through her body. Sleep had not, apparently, cured her of her injuries. The best I can do is pretend to be asleep. If someone comes in, well… She looked down at the gun resting on her palm. I can defend myself.

//yeet is it ok

(It's really good! If anything, mine'll be the bad post! Lol.
I'm working on it, now. Almost finished.)

//okey dokey

Spencer shot up, hearing the same scream as Anya. He fumbled around in the dark for the switch on the lamp, and bright light glowed through his tightly-shut eyelids when he flicked it on. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing nothing in his room but noticing that the hallway lights were on.

Could'a sworn those were off before I fell asleep… he mused silently, sliding off of the bed. He put his shoes on as quickly as he could, then opened the door just a crack. His hand rested on the place where his gun rested, hidden from sight.

Anya tried to lay in what other people would consider to be a normal sleeping position, her gun under her pillow, her finger on the trigger. She made her breathing as even as possible, her face turned away from the door.

(Would you mind doing the bad guys this time? I think I've done every extra character so far, lol.
…When you realize that you used the same descriptive word twice in one sentence…)

There was no one in Spencer's line of sight, but that didn't mean no one was there. He made sure he wouldn't be seen before quickly crossing the hall and slipping into Anya's room.

//same tho. Yeah sure np. Just bad guys with guns, right?

Anya heard the door creak open. Her grip tightened on the gun. Three, two, one.. She flipped over and raised the gun in a millisecond, way faster then she thought her injuries would’ve allowed. Adrenaline pumping through her body, she was about to squeeze the trigger, but she recognized the man’s face at the last second.

“Spencer!” she hissed.

//same tho. Yeah sure np. Just bad guys with guns, right?

(Sure. Whatever you want to do, honestly.
I feel so bad for them, tbh. They've been followed twice, attacked twice (about to be three times), and gotten into an accident. All in one day…)

Anya heard the door creak open. Her grip tightened on the gun. Three, two, one.. She flipped over and raised the gun in a millisecond, way faster then she thought her injuries would’ve allowed. Adrenaline pumping through her body, she was about to squeeze the trigger, but she recognized the man’s face at the last second.

“Spencer!” she hissed.

Spencer's eyebrows shot up and he took a step back when Anya shot out of her bed with a gun pointed at him.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hey, yeah, just me!" he whispered quickly, putting his hands in the air. "Sorry to startle you, but I heard a scream and saw the hall lights on, so I came in to make sure you were okay. Well… As okay as you can be…"

//same tho. Yeah sure np. Just bad guys with guns, right?

(Sure. Whatever you want to do, honestly.
I feel so bad for them, tbh. They've been followed twice, attacked twice (about to be three times), and gotten into an accident. All in one day…)

//deep voice The life of a spy has its many trials and tribulations, but one thing can save this doomed team: true love.

//same tho. Yeah sure np. Just bad guys with guns, right?

(Sure. Whatever you want to do, honestly.
I feel so bad for them, tbh. They've been followed twice, attacked twice (about to be three times), and gotten into an accident. All in one day…)

//deep voice The life of a spy has its many trials and tribulations, but one thing can save this doomed team: true love.

(dies of laughter)

Anya heard the door creak open. Her grip tightened on the gun. Three, two, one.. She flipped over and raised the gun in a millisecond, way faster then she thought her injuries would’ve allowed. Adrenaline pumping through her body, she was about to squeeze the trigger, but she recognized the man’s face at the last second.

“Spencer!” she hissed.

Spencer's eyebrows shot up and he took a step back when Anya shot out of her bed with a gun pointed at him.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hey, yeah, just me!" he whispered quickly, putting his hands in the air. "Sorry to startle you, but I heard a scream and saw the hall lights on, so I came in to make sure you were okay. Well… As okay as you can be…"

“Way to make adrenaline over-compensate,” Anya muttered, lowering the gun and looking around. “Just you in here? I’m sure my numerous aches and pains will return soon, but let’s just enjoy a moment of stutter-less conversation.”

Spencer snorted, making his way over to the bed and sitting in the seat beside it. "Well, what can I say? I'm a very surprising person sometimes," he joked.

“You’re telling me,” Anya scoffed, smiling. “Any idea who screamed? We should probably go see…”

"Judging from the pitch, I'd say it was Eliza, Lily, or Jake," Spencer replied seriously. He stood and offered his arm to Anya to help her stand.