Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle

Hurricanes here, tornadoes in the other states, mudslides, avalanches, floods.   Nowhere is safe.”
    “I guess we need to take a look at our environment and design our lives around it.   Then maybe we could risk finding others to join us.”
    I fixed him with a stare.   “You’re really set on this cuddling thing, aren’t you?”
    Peter sighed at me and said, “Shut. Up.”
    I smiled evilly at him.   “Make me.”
    Peter reached out to slap me, but I grabbed his arm and twisted it lightly.  
    “Wrong answer.   Try again.”
    He whipped his other hand out, faster this time, but I caught it anyway, twisting it up with the other one.   “Buzzy buzz buzz.   Try again.”
    His right foot came next, which I easily blocked with a kick of my own.  
    “Ow.   Watch it, lady.   I have a delicate constitution.”
    I let his hands go.   “You need some training.   You’re soft, slow, and obvious.   That makes you easy to kill.”
    “Yeah, well not everyone can be a kung-fu master like you.”
    “I’m not into kung-fu.   It’s called krav maga.”
    “What’s that supposed to be?   Something you made up?”
    “No.   It’s been around for a long time.   The Israeli Special Forces use it and so do lots of police departments around the United States and some other countries too.”
    “How’d you learn it?”
    “My dad was an expert.   I’ve been doing it since I was little.”
    “So you have like a black belt or something?”
    “No.   They have a different system, at least in the dojos where I worked out.   I’m an E1 level.”
    “Is that the highest?”
    “No way.   But it’s not the lowest either.”   I smiled in self-satisfaction.   I’d worked hard to get where I was, even though I could have gotten further with more work.
    “Do you think you could teach me?”
    “Yes.   I could.   And I think I should .   It will help you not only survive, but also it’ll improve your general fitness level, which to be honest, pretty much sucks right now.”
    Peter stood up, acting all miffed.   “Yeah, well, like I said.   I have a delicate constitution.”   He faced down the ramp, looking at nothing.
    “Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you have to be all weak,” I said.
    Peter whipped around to face me.   “Me being gay has nothing to do with my strength, okay?   I happen to be very strong, just not in the ways that you are!”
    “Wow, geez, I’m sorry.   I didn’t mean to offend you.   I’m just saying … you can be delicate and still know how to kick ass when need be.”
    Peter shrugged, sniffing lightly.   “That would be fine with me.   Just so long as you don’t expect me to get all kinds of muscley.   I don’t know if that would look so good on me.”
    “Are you kidding?   You’d look great with some definition in your arms and legs.   Guys go crazy for that stuff.”   I really had no idea what I was talking about, but it sounded good and he needed some inspiration to fatten up a little.
    “Do you think so?”
    “Sure.   But don’t you know that?   I mean, haven’t you ever had a … boyfriend or whatever?”
    “No.   Like I said.   I didn’t have many friends growing up.”
    “Well friends and boyfriends are different things.”
    “Have you had any?   Boyfriends I mean?”
    “No.   Not really.   I’ve had guys I liked before, but none of them ever asked me out.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know,” I said annoyed.   “How would I know that?”
    “You could guess.   Who were they?”
    “You want names?”
    “No, but tell me how you knew them.”
    I rolled my eyes, convinced this was a fruitless exercise.   “They were usually guys I was training with.”
    “Well, that’s your problem,” he said, matter-of-factly.
    “How so?”
    “They saw you as a training partner, another one of the guys .   I’ll bet you were one of the only girls there, right?”
    “Yes.   Always.”
    “And your dad was involved in the training?”
    “Very much.”
    “And if this training was all hard-core like that other martial arts stuff, that meant there was a ton of, like, discipline and stuff going on?”
    “Yeeesss …”
    Peter threw up his hands.   “Well, there you go!   Mystery solved!”   He seemed very proud of himself.
    “I don’t get it.   How did you solve the mystery?”
    “Don’t be dense.   You were one of the guys.   The only ones who might have been attracted to you would have been gay guys, looking