Me: I own Ayame, but nothing else. Well, I don’t own the name Ayame. To the story!!
Chapter Five
By the time Zak had gotten back to the cabin he and Doyle were in, stars were sparkling in the night sky. He couldnt get the girl out of his head. Zak! Doyle said when Zak walked into the cabin. He looked at his uncle. Um.hi to you, too. He walked over to his bed. Doyle looked at the boys face. Where were you, and with who? Zak almost blushed for some reason, but was able to hold it back. I was on the trail with nobody. Okay, then explain the pink lipstick on your cheek. What? Zaks hand moved to his cheek, and sure enough, when he pulled his hand away, there was some light pink lipstick. So where have you been, and with who? Doyle asked again
Well, I was on a ridge off to the right of the trail with the white wolf specialist, Ayame. Zak said. Oooh, you were with a giiiirrrrl! Doyle said like he was four years old. Zak just shrugged and leaned back on his bed. Doyle was so much like his mom it was unreal, but one major difference was he was waaay more fun. Doyle looked at his nephew, then walked out of the room. Zaks cheeks went beet red. He heard some footsteps outside. He went out to see who was there. When outside, he was tackled by someone. The figure landed on top of him, pinning his back to the ground. Their faces rested just centimeters apart. Whacha doin, Zakie? Asked a soft, girls voice. Ayame! Zak exclaimed. She let him up enough to hug him. He hugged her back. Were having a rally in the camps center in about five minutes. Are you gonna come? She asked him, pleading him with her eyes. Well okay. I guess I can come. She squealed, helped him up, and walked him to the camp center.
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