Y/n Murphy was the little sister to John Murphy. Well, technically they were twins, but she was a few minutes younger. She was the only person John cared about. No one else. Just her. Unlike her brother, Y/n was nicer, not an asshole. Though if you...
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The tunnels of the depot were still dark, but it was easier to see as the light sticks were laying around the floor after Bellamy had cracked them to turn them on so him and Y/n would have more lights. A red sheet was hanging up by the doorway, a large, black X being written on it, almost like a target for practice.
When finding the guns, Bellamy's anger had seemed all wash away as him and Y/n had gotten them out of the water and dried them up, getting the dirty water off them so they'd be good to use when they would bring them back to camp. The Murphy girl found herself smiling a bit when she saw Bellamy's smile continuing to lay on his face.
"This changes everything." Bellamy states, walking back over to her. "No more running from spears."
As he spoke and while he was putting up the sheet, Y/n found herself picking one of the guns up from where they had placed them after drying them off with a clean towel they had found in one of the bins. Bellamy couldn't help but smirk at the look of awe on the girl's face as her eyes trailed up and down the gun, the boy popping one of the nuts the girl had brought with them in his mouth.
"Ready to be a badass, Y/n?" Bellamy asks, smirk still evident.
Y/n shrugs, eyes still on the gun. "I guess so."
"We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore. You should learn how to do this." Bellamy tells her.
Nodding in agreement, the girl steps to where he had been standing, raising up the gun as she aimed at the red sheet with the X right on it. However, Bellamy stepped forward, placing his hand on her lower back, the other right on her hand that was by the end of the gun as he raised it up a bit.
Seeing and feeling his hand placement, Y/n looks away from the target and to the boy beside her, seeing he was already staring at her. The two campers stare at one another in the eyes, Bellamy finding himself glancing between her beautiful e/c eyes and her slight dried lips. Even if they were dry, he didn't care. Y/n found herself doing the same before looking back into his eyes, brown staring into e/c.
Bellamy clears his throat, reluctantly taking his hands off her. "Uh, that's good. Uh, watch and learn."
Lowering the gun, Y/n steps to the side as the older boy grabs another gun, holding it like how he positioned her and pulling the trigger. However, the sound of a click was heard, making him glance down at it. Glancing to the girl who kept her eyes on him, he cocks the gun, thinking it'd work as he aims it back at the target and pulls the trigger, but another click was heard.
"Still watching." Y/n announces with a tiny smirk.
"My bullets are duds. Try yours." Bellamy replies.
