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// Mending 
// Story: In Our Realm 
// by GuyWithAJetPack 
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	There she was. She saw me, but apparently didn't register until I had her in an embrace.

"Scoots!" I cried. There were tears in my eyes. And in hers.

"I am so sorry, Please, Scoots let's go home."	

Thunder boomed ahead. We both nodded and crawled into the tent.

The wind howled, lightning illuminated the tent. The rain kept us from seeing details from outside. It was cold, even under two sleeping bags. I didn't sleep, neither did Scoots. The rain chilled us in the morning as we packed up. But it kept us going until we reached the bike. The chain had come unhooked, so we decided to skid it across the wet road, making a game out of who could push it the furthest without it tipping.

"Hey! you can't do that!" Scoots playfully said as i dug up dirt and threw it on the road for traction. We shared a laugh when I slipped. 

Upon walking into the driveway to the house, I saw Their car waiting up the street. I slid the bike behind the garage, and then rushed Scootaloo inside. It was time time finish this. They pulled into the driveway, then got out with baseball bats. I saw Scoots watching from the window. I rushed for the decorative kayak paddle on the porch.

I had managed to hit one with the paddle, before I got hit in the shins with a bat. I crumpled to the ground, and felt my ribs getting hit. 

Then, It stopped. I opened my eyes to see Scootaloo tearing into someone. I smiled a bit, then froze when she was hit.

"Look! Gayboy's pet is trying to protect him!" one laughed as he kicked her.

"Leave her alone!" I yelled as I tackled him. We must have slid a few feet on the concrete. I picked up his bat, then beat the living shit out of the next guy.

The third was on top of Scootaloo, laughing as he hit her. I slid on the ground, sliding into him. He fell to the ground, then I hit him with the bat, making him slide like a hockey puck.

I just threw the bat at the fourth, and then they all ran to their car.

"Yeah! And don't come back!" I yelled as i picked up a bat and shattered their rear window.

I carried Scoots inside, and laid her on her bed. She gave a smile. Her injuries weren't bad, just some bruises.

She asked for something to eat, so I made some mac 'n cheese.

We both believed it was the best dinner we had both had.