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- You know, I don't know if I should find your obsession with horror movies fascinating or creepy. - Michael commented.


He had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. The beautfiul pink haired girl on his right was distracting him.


Nyssa laughed.


- Probably both. - She said. - But look at it this way, if you ever find yourself in a haunted house or if anyone you know is ever possesed, you'll know who to call.


Michael laughed.


- Yeah, well, I would call you, but your P.O. said you can't have a phone until you're off probation. - Michael joked.


- Then I guess you'll just have to test your luck. - She said.


- Oh come on, you'd seriously leave me to get killed by Casper just 'cause you're too stubborn to give me your number? - He asked.


- You mean Casper the Friendly Ghost? - Nyssa said trough laughter.


- You're really something, you know that? - Michael smiled slightly.


- I know. - She said.


- You're lucky I like you. - He told her.


- Oh really, am I now?


- Yeah, you are.


- Where was all this confidence when we were watching The Conjuring? - Nyssa asked trough a chuckle.


- Seriously? When are you gonna stop with that?


- Hm... - Nyssa pretended to be deep in thought. - Never.


Michael sighed.


- Why am I not surprised? - He asked rhetorically before laughing.


Nyssa simply smiled.


- Wanna listen to some music? - Michael asked.


- Um, yeah, sure. - She said.


Just like before, Green Day's ''When I Come Around'' started playing. Nyssa inhaled sharply. Before she had a chance to say anything, Michael quickly changed the song.


''I guess that was kinda...sweet of him. But he's still an asshole tho.''


- Um, can I ask you something? - Michael spoke.


- Again, it's a free country. - Nyssa was looking out the windshield, expresionless.


Michael was quiet for a few seconds. He was trying to pick the right words.


- Why won't you tell me anything about yourself? I mean, you didn't tell me what's the tattoo on your back about, you shut me up when I started to ask about your arm, you act wierd when Green Day starts playing...for fuck's sake, you wouldn't even tell me if your real name is Nyssa or not. - He didn't intend it, but his voice was raised.


Nyssa was quiet for what felt like centuries to Michael.


- My real name's Olivia. - She said, still not making eye contact with him.


- Seriously? That's all you're gonna tell me? - He asked her.


- Don't you think that there's a reason I don't talk about my past, huh? - She finally looked at him, her voice was raised.


''Why, just why, did I have to meet him?''


- No, I get that, but if we're gonna make this work, you need to trust me. - They were almost yelling at each other.


''I was doing so damn fine and then he had to show up and fuck up my entire world.''


- What exactly is this? - She asked him.


- I don't know, you tell me. What do you want it to be? - Michael asked her.


- I don't want it to be anything if you plan to keep interrogating me. - Their voices were still raised.


- Oh come on, don't you think I deserve to know something, anything, about the girl I might be falling in love with? - Michael's words shocked them both.


''I hate him.''


- I hate to break it to you, but love is just a chemical reaction. - She said.


- You're unbelievable... Love isn't...love is... - Nyssa cut him off.


- Oxytocin is a hormone in the brain which is involved in pair-bonding. Some have called oxytocin the "love hormone" because of its association with attachment and feelings of trust, safety, and protectiveness. Oxytocin is also involved in the attachment bond of mother to child and is released during nursing. - Nyssa said. - Like I said, it's nothing more than a chemical reaction.


- You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness. - Michael said. - Either way, that doesn't mean you don't feel things, than you don't feel it.


- Maybe, but then again...maybe I trained myself out of it.


''I shouldn't have said that...''


Michael pulled over on the side of the road.


- What are you doing? - Nyssa asked.


He ignored her question.


- Who hurt you so bad that you would do this to yourself? - His voice was no longer raised, it was soft, but his eyes were full of sadness.


''If there's a God - she hates me.''


Nyssa looked at him, but she didn't say a word. He couldn't detect a hint of emotion on her face.


Michael sighed.


- You know, maybe you're right...maybe it's for the best if this didn't go anywhere. - Those for the last words he said to her that evening.


''Yeah, I was right...but then why did he have to... Oh shit, sorry, no spoilers. Keep reading.''


Nyssa snickered.


Nyssa got out of the car, slamming the door shut in the process.


''I was gonna hitch-hike, but seeing as we were in the middle of nowhere that wasn't really an option.''


She took out her phone and pressed number one on her speed dial. Soon, Hunter's and hers photo appeared on the screen. He picked up even before the first ring.


- Hey, what's up? - He answered.


- Um... - She began to speak.


- Nyssa, what happened? What did he do to you? I'm gonna kill him. - Hunter turned into her overprotective brother in a matter of seconds.


''I love him.''


- Nothing, he didn't do anything... I just, I can't explain it right now... Can you please come pick me up? - She asked him.


- Of course, where are you?


- I...I'm not exactly sure... - She said.


- Is your GPS on? - He asked her.


- Y-yeah. - She said.


- I'll be there in a minute, don't move. - He told her. - Nyssa...are you sure he didn't do anything?


- Yeah, I'm sure, just please come and get me.


- I'm coming, loony, don't move. - They both chuckled slightly.


''My Dum Dum...''


Michael's car stayed parked there for a few more seconds before leaving. Now, Nyssa couldn't see this because of the darkened windows, but Michael's eyes haven't left her since she got out of the car, and his eyes were filled with nothing but sorrow.


''Oh yeah, I'm sure that picking on things which I tried so fucking hard to keep burried was hard for him.''


Not even 5 minutes later, a black 2014 Jeep Wrangler Sport, with the top off, was speeding towards Nyssa. It pulled over on the side of the road, next to Nyssa. Hunter got out of the car. He approached her and without a word pulled her into a strong embrace.


- Hunter, love, you're kinda crushing my bones. - Nyssa said.


Hunter chuckled. He kissed the top of her head and let her go.


- You okay? - He asked her.


She shook her head. Her eyes were glistening.


- I'm gonna fucking kill him. He's dead. - Hunter said trough his teeth, his fists were clenched.


- Hunt. - Nyssa was trying to get his attention. - Hunt! He didn't do anything, he just... He started asking me about...about my past and I kinda lost it.


Once again, Hunter hugged Nyssa tightly.


- He's still dead. - He whispered, causing Nyssa to laugh.


- Thank you.


- Don't thank me. - He said. - You're my boo, I'd do anything for you.


- Love ya, hubby. - She told him.


- Love ya too, wifey. - He released her from his embrace, only to put his arm over her shoulder. - Now, what do you say we go back to my place and get trashed?


- Hell yeah.

Notes

I hope you guys like this chapter.

In case any of you were confused: in one of the first chapters I said that Nyssa's real name was Jessica, but since now I'm gonna be including her real name in the story I wanted it to be not-so-basic (no offense to any Jessica's here, I just kind of have an obsession with names - anyone who's reading my other stories as well might have noticed that).

Thank you guys so much for reading.

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