We got back to the hotel room because the boys ended up having cuts and bruises on themselves. The front desk was looking at us suspiciously when they gave us the first-aid kit. Maybe it was because of the melodramatic shooting that almost killed us all.
"Ow." Leon muttered for the fiftieth time, "Can you be careful?'
I slapped the back of his head as I dabbed the red cut above his eyebrow with the disinfectant tissue, "It suppose to hurt, dipshit."
I knew it wasn't supposed to hurt so much but I was only being moody. The police decided to cancel the search based off the fact we acted juvenile with the ice-cream puking and the stupid fight in the fountain.
Leon pouted and looked up at me, "Are you angwy at me?"
"Thanks to you and Mr. Prince Charming, we would have a chance at getting
