CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE I DON'T NEED ANOTHER GUY TO FIGHT MY BATTLES, TO OVERSHADOW ME
│ "I'm crazy for you"
"You're just crazy"
"Eh, you're probably right"
EPISODE 7: TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE XIV. TURKEYS AND TRY HARDS
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"Pull." Dad tells Steven, as Maxwell I approach the lake, while they were shooting. I was always great at shooting, and that made Dad especially proud, since Steven hated it.
"Always worried you are gonna make me shoot dinner." Steven say, as we come to a stop beside them, and I rest my arm on Steven's shoulder.
"Of course not, brother." I tell him. "The turkey hunt was last week."
"And you did great." Dad tells me, as I smile. He then turns towards Steven offering him the gun, and Steven denies immediately.
"No, I'm good. Thanks." He tells Dad.
"You know, this is just a gun." Dad tells him, eyebrows raised, demonstrating the gun. "Not good, not evil, just... a tool."
"Not a very peaceful tool." Steven comments, and Dad turns towards Maxwell.
"Do you shoot?" Dad asks him, and he too shakes his head.
"My family doesn't do these kind of things." He tells us. "We're a tennis kind of family."
"Well, then camp, take her away." Dad tells me, and I gladly take the gun from his, putting it in position.
"You know, you're way too excited, for so violent." Steven comments, and he holds up the remote.
"What's wrong with a little violence, Steve?" I asks him with a smirk. "Pull."
Steven pushes the button, and I aim the gun and shoot, hitting the bull's eye.
"You're definitely a Carrington." Dad comments, and turns towards Steven, and I say pull, and Steven presses the button, and I shoot again. "I respect your ideals, Steven. I do. I just... I wish they didn't make us butt heads all the time. Everything's an issue with you."
"Okay." I pass the gun to Dad. "Time for me to go." I tell them, as I start to walk away, Maxwell following me. "God knows, I don't want to get in the middle of that."
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"You're really good at shooting stuff." Maxwell comments, as we walk into my room, once again.
"Yeah, I am." I tell him, with a smirk, as he makes himself comfortable on my bed. I walk over and stand in front of him "So, consider that a warning."
"That is so hot." He whispers, inching closer to my face, and my breath hitches.
