Spark Of Madness [John Murphy]

I sat on the ground outside the dropship, staring on in silence as I watched John and some other boys working on, Stop staring at him, you're making me want to blind us all. He's so repulsive. I took a deep breath before rolling my eyes, noticing Finn walk towards me, his smile warm and welcoming. "Hows the head?" He asked quietly before sitting on a log beside me, I shuffled slightly and shrugged.

"Scarlet hates John, she isn't going to let that go..." I chuckled, making Finn smile. Damn right I won't My eyes rolled and Finn let out a laugh. She can't control you forever Avalon, we get weaker the more you spend time with and care about John. She's afraid to lose that effect.

Can't you just start caring about Finn? He treats us all better than Zombie boy. She can't just choose who to like. It's deeper than that. His hand ran through his hair before he looked over to John and then back to me. Even he thinks you're too good for the walking dead. "What happened? After he ran out of my tent?" Finn asked quietly, making me look around to see who was nearby. You're safe, no-one knows enough to put it together anyway. Thank goodness, I'd die of embarrassment if they found out... Shout it out, end the constant negativity! No-one in hearing distance.

"We argued, I apologized, he apologized and then we both discussed where we stand"And you kissed the freak. Don't forget that, I can't. She doesn't but Finn doesn't want nor does he need those details. He just wants to know Avalon is safe, and that John isn't upsetting her" Finn raised an eyebrow, making me punch his shoulder slightly. "Let's be honest, clearly neither of us is good with relationships and people, John's emotions are all over the place, and mine... I don't understand, all I know is what I told him. I like it when he kisses me, I like being the one who gets him frustrated and pushes his control, I like being with him because it makes me feel safe again" Finn nodded gently before we heard a familiar voice call out. Great, quiet time again boys! Scarlet groaned, making me smirk as Finn looked over his shoulder.

"This section should be finished by tomorrow. Hey! You think the Grounders are just gonna sit around and waist for us?" I turned to see John yelling at a teenager who had just put down his rock and walked off, I raised an eyebrow as he looked to me, before frowning when he saw Finn sat beside me.

"Looks like someone doesn't like me sat next to his girl" Finn teased, looking down to me, as a boy responded to John's order. Well duh, but maybe if we do it enough, he'll get the message and leave us alone. Avalon doesn't want that Scarlet, only you do. Yeah, we all quite like him. John may be abrupt, but he actually seems to care now.

"I just need some water Okay?" I looked away once again and continued walking towards the wall with the rock I had. I rolled my eyes when another voice spoke up. Bellamy, king of the Camp. Asshole if you ask me.

"Murphy get the guy some water" He ordered, I glanced over to see him smile and laugh with Charlotte before he too went to place a log on the wall. I looked back to John who was still looking at me and Finn, I smiled softly before looking down, a blush creeping on my cheeks. I heard a teenager groan and then yell.

"What the hell is wrong with you Murphy?" I turned around to see John pulling up his zipper. I stifled a laugh, unable to make out what John had said in response. Finn nudged me, and I bit into my lip before hopping to my feet. I looked to John and the Finn, who nodded his head gently, telling me to go over. I walked towards John and he laughed before his eyes widened and he turned away. I tapped his shoulder and John turned slowly once again, his eyes looking all over my face as he bit into his lip. My eyes lingered on his deep pink lips, remembering how they felt on mine.

"We can't be seen together Avalon" He muttered, looking around subtly. "They would make life harder for you because they don't like me" His face remained hard as always, but his eyes were concerned, as he tried to avoid looking at me directly.