Vagabond

Kellie threw her hands in the air. "So what, danger's in my blood," she huffed, sitting down on a log next to the plane.

"Kellie, the only thing that's in your blood is adrenaline, and you're addicted to it." Dimitri clenched his jaw. It was risky to argue with her.

"So what? I love the feeling." She narrowed her eyes at him, partly from the darkness, and partly out of anger.

"Yeah, I've noticed that. Sometimes I think you love it more than me." He sat down on a stump across from her and stared at the ground.

Kellie stared at him. "You know that's not true."

"You almost got us killed! You crashed a plane, Kellie!" He stood up and walked the opposite direction.

She pulled herself to a stand and put her hands on her hips. "It was not a crash, it was an unexpected emergency landing. And we are both alive, thanks to me." She dug the toe of her shoe into the dirt.

"Thanks to you? We wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't come up with this god forsaken scheme in the first place! Why should I have any reason in hell to thank you?" Dimitri stormed off, weaving through the trees.

"I wouldn't walk off if I were you."

"Oh, and why should I stay with you?"

Kellie sighed. "Because you're in the middle of Madagascar, no idea where the hell you are, I have all our money, and you have nowhere to go."

"And how do you know where we are?" he asked, annoyed.

"That, my friend, is pure instinct talking," she murmured.

Dimitri continued walking. "Are those the same instincts that landed the plane?" Kellie quickly caught up to him, though she knew he wasn't really going to go anywhere.

"Yes. The ones that landed the plane, not crashed it. And it's still in one piece, fairly undamaged, mind you." She signaled towards the plane as if the massive dent and electrical smell were non existent. "Now let's find our way to Dave's, even if it'll take us all night.

Dimitri stopped walking, though he stayed facing away from her. "I'm not going along with any more of your idiotic plans this time, Kellie." He faced her, and instantly regretted it. She could sway anyone with the expression on her face right now. He crossed his arms and avoided her eyes to maintain what little dignity he had left.

Kellie slowly approached him. "I may be crazy, but I'm not a fool."

"You stole a plane from suspected drug smugglers."

"For good reason! And we didn't know that at the time." She adjusted the backpack straps on her shoulders. "Besides, you have to admit that was fun." She smirked.

"No, I'd rather gnaw off my foot than do anything like that again," he mumbled, finally meeting her eyes.

"Well, then you better go get some ketchup or something."

"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She smirked. "For the foot you plan to gnaw off." She spun around and proceeded into the jungle. The jungle in which they had no map for.

"Oh good lord," mumbled Dimitri as he took off following after her.