Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Fugitive and Me ❯ Moving Too Fast ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4- Moving Too Fast

 

I hadn't noticed it in class but sometime during the school day it had started raining, and by the time school was over it was still pouring down. I stood under the roof of the school for as long as I could but when I saw Mel I detached myself from the wall and went running for him. He was just walking toward me in this casual way that made it seem like he wasn't even aware of the fact that it was raining or that he was already soaking wet.

 

“Dude, let's get the hell out of here!” I yelled, trying to speak over the thunder that had suddenly cracked throughout the air. Mel nodded immediately and with that we were rushing in the direction of his house. The wind was blowing and the rain was stinging my eyes, I could barely see a thing, or hear anything at that. I was glad I'd agreed to stay at his place again today, my house was a lot further away and I would have hated to walk that distance in this kind of weather.

 

We were jogging beside a field that was turning into somewhat of a pond as the rain fell when I noticed that the rain had died down quite a bit. I was able to look up without the water blinding me. It was still thundering and windy but the rain wasn't falling as hard. I slowed down gradually and Mel followed my lead, we both came to a stop on the sidewalk as I caught my breath.

 

“Dammit, I hate rain,” I grunted. “Why doesn't it just snow already?” It was already November and I hadn't seen a single snowflake, just the same damn cold rain that everyone hates. I looked up at Mel to see that he was rubbing his glasses on his pant leg. I assumed it was because they fogged up, then again I don't wear glasses. He looks pretty good without them on.

 

“I don't know,” He shrugged. “I kind of like it like this, I've always had a thing for playing in the water,” He put his glasses back on and I just stared at him, wondering if he was serious. I assumed when he said he liked playing in the water he meant pools. But freezing rain that blinds you and pisses off people like me, who like to be somewhat dry, is nothing like a pool. But what he said did give me a nasty idea. I gave him an innocent look, stepped up behind him, and placed my hand on his lower back.

 

“What are you…” Before he could finish I pushed him forward toward the field beside us, one that had turned into a giant puddle. As expected he lost balance and fell into it face first, the muddy, most likely unpleasantly cold water splashing all over him. I couldn't help but start laughing, I could just imagine the pissed off look on his face, and when he turned to glare at me with the mud running down his cheeks, it was exactly as I'd thought it would look.

 

“What?” I laughed. “You like playing in the water don't you?” I bent down and dipped my hand into the puddle, splashing some more water onto his face. That was a mistake. All of the sudden he had me by the wrist and I'd been pulled into the puddle myself, drenched in the disgusting muck, grass sticking all over my arms now. Sitting on my ass in the mud with the books in my book bag getting soaked I turned and glared daggers at Mel. He was lying on his back in the puddle with his hands rested behind his head looking at me with this victorious wicked grin.

 

“Oh yeah, Fox, I do,” He smirked. “But you don't, do you?” He splashed me. Not about to let him get away with it, I tackled him, throwing my backpack off and onto the sidewalk. I took the liberty of removing his glasses and toss them into a dry area in the grass before I forced him onto his stomach and shoved his face into the water. I could hear him laughing as he pushed me off him and then tried to stand up. Wiping the water out of my eyes I realized that he was about to run away from me and I grabbed his leg, yanking him back down and attacking him once more. We wrestled there, getting covered in grass and mud, not to mention soaked to the bone before he finally pinned me into the ground. How he'd won, I'm not sure, maybe I sub-consciously let him. He sat on my stomach, holding me down by the arms and smiling that same wicked smile as he reached for his glasses and slipped them back on. I scoffed, he looked better without the glasses.

 

“I might be a loser but I own the water games, as fucked up as this one is,” He said proudly. I continued to give him every negative look I could, I tried to spit in his face but it didn't go far enough and ended up landing on my chest. After that I gave up on the threatening looks and started squirming beneath him, trying to jerk away, but it turned out he had a damn good hold on me.

 

“Come on, let go,” I hissed, my trying to squeeze at least one of my wrists out of his hold.

 

“I don't think I will, I feel kind of powerful like this, you know? It's a first time thing for me,” He grinned and his grasp only tightened.

 

“Fuck you, I'm cold!” I scoffed, yanking my arms ever harder now.

 

“Hmm, kind of nasty things could I put you through now that you're at my mercy?” He asked himself. I just continued to pull away, even though I knew by now it was obviously no use. But it didn't take very long for me to realize that he looked like he was working up some drool in his mouth and I froze.

 

“No!” I screamed. “Don't you dare! I will kill you,” I turned my head away but I could see it starting to drip out of his mouth from the corner of my eye. “Mel! I swear to god! Mel! Don't! That's so gross,” I think some sort of miracle occurred because somehow I'd managed to jam my knee into his back and the spit flew upward at his reaction, splashing against his own face instead. I didn't even care to break free anymore, I was laughing at my obvious victory after seeing the disgusted look on his face. He kept my wrists held with one hand as he wiped his own spit on his sleeve and then on my shirt. I didn't really care anymore.

 

“You totally owned yourself!” I laughed. “I can't breath!” My eyes were sealed shut and I couldn't stop laughing, the way it had flown up just before it would have dropped on my own face was so priceless, so… so… what? There was something wet pushing against my lips, and it definitely wasn't a raindrop. By the time I'd opened my eyes the feeling was gone, but Mel's face was a lot closer than it had been, the only things I could see were his eyes. I stared and he did the same, he looked like he was expecting something, a reaction, there was a small glint of fear in his eyes. He'd kissed me, obviously, out of the blue, he'd kissed me and I had no idea what I'd thought about it. I didn't know whether I liked it, hated it, or whatever, it had happened so damn fast, the whole idea didn't even have time to register before it was over.

 

“Hey you kids!” There was an interruption and we both turned our heads. There was an old, angry looking man coming towards us with his finger pointed straight in our direction. “Don't play in the mud! You'll catch a cold!” Oh great, he was worried about our health. Mel didn't look at me, and I think I avoided his eyes as well as we got up slowly. I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as the man came closer.

 

“You shouldn't be playin' out here in this weather, go on home,” He shoed us, probably ignoring the fact that he'd seen us kissing. I mean, he'd seen Mel kiss me, technically we weren't kissing, because I didn't kiss him back. That's how it works… right? I decided it would be best if I turned off my brain for a bit and just followed Mel as he headed toward his house. I was wet, and bored for the rest of the walk, Mel didn't seem like he wanted to talk. He avoided my gaze and seemed to get nervous every time I looked at him, not the eager kind of nervous, the kind you experience when you think you're going to get beat up. I felt bad for him. I really wished I could have said something reassuring, but nothing came to mind, I was drawing a blank.

 

-0-0-0-

 

Toni was asleep in a chair in front of the TV when we walked in. Good thing too, I'm not sure she would have liked the fact that we were dripping wet and freezing our asses off as well.

 

“If you want you can take a shower first,” Mel said once we'd reached the stairs. He still had that `please don't hurt me' look on his face, and it made me wonder why, if he was so afraid I would be mad at him for it, why would he take the chance to kiss me. Well, I supposed I am that irresistible.

 

“Cool,” I shrugged with a slight smile as I stepped into the bathroom. Maybe just my nonchalant voice expression would cheer him up, or at least make him look less uneasy. I didn't say to see the reaction, though, as soon as I'd spoken it was straight to the shower and taking the wet, cold, gross clothes off. I glanced in the mirror as I walked past it, my hair was soaked and hanging down in my face in a sort-of wet, sexy way. I grinned at my reflection but quickly decided I looked better frowning and looking all emotionless, and put on my best apathetic look. I couldn't help but smile again, oh yeah, perfect. Maybe it was just because I knew some guy had the hots for me, but I felt really high on myself at the time.

 

“Hey Fox,” I heard a knock and by reflex, jumped and covered my private parts in case anyone barged in. “Hurry up okay? I'm freezing my ass off and I'd like to take one sometime today too,” I nodded to myself and hurried into the shower, feeling rushed all of the sudden.

 

-0-0-0-

 

I was stretched across his once again, unmade bed, on my stomach with my feet in the air and the Shakespeare book in my hand. He was on the computer, typing just about everything I told him. He wasn't as nervous anymore, thank god, we were talking like we had been before you know what happened, laughing and making fun of Shakespeare. It had been an hour and a half since we'd gotten back to finishing the report, and he'd informed me that we only had one more paragraph to go. Unfortunately, this paragraph was to be about our opinion on Shakespeare, and I doubted that Mr. Camero would have let us turn it in if we were to tell the truth.

 

“Let's just put the average good student answer, say he was an influence to modern writing and then just give some examples…” Mel suggested, and then he started typing. I shrugged to myself and rolled over onto my back staring at the ceiling to wait until he was finished. The only problem was, when he was finished it meant I had to go back home, back to that damn house. Miles was always an option, but I'd attempted to call him earlier and he hadn't picked up.

 

“All right,” Mel said in a cheerful voice, I rolled my eyes up to see that he'd turned off the monitor. “It's printing, and we're all done,” He got up from his chair with a smile and I returned it momentarily. He stood next to his desk with the chair pushed in, playing with his mouse wire, I think he was too shy to sit on the bed while I was lying on it, so I sat up.

 

“Hey, Mel?” I said slowly, “Since it's Friday, do you think I could spend the night?” He didn't reply, and I didn't look up to see his expression, afraid it would be negative. “My parents fight a lot, I try to spend as much time away from them as possible, if it's okay?” I looked up at him and he looked surprised more than anything else.

 

“Sure, I guess, I'll ask Toni, I doubt she'll mind though,” He was nodding as he walked over to the door in a bit of a rush, I think he just may have been happy that I'd asked to spend the night. I fell onto my back again and smirked at the ceiling, feeling flattered once again.

 

He came back only a moment later and my attention turned toward the door with a look of askance.

 

“She said it was okay with her,” He shrugged and smiled, making his way over to the bed. He sat on the edge at the head, straightening a pillow and bringing one leg up to his chest. I sat up halfway, propped up on my elbows, swinging my legs back and forth.

 

“So, about the party next Friday…”

 

“I'm not going,” He cut me off, making it clear that he'd made up his mind. I tried pouting but the fact that he was facing away from me made it pointless.

 

“ Oh come on, I'll be your date,” I said slyly, he shot me a questioning look immediately and I returned it with a knowing smile.

 

“I don't want people to know I'm gay,” He said, turning away. He had a point, I really wasn't ready for the attention either, as well as the fact that I was still without any real sexual appetite at all, but Mel didn't know that. All I really knew was that I definitely wasn't a fan of females, boobs in particular.

 

“Fine, but you have to go, you're so boring and weird, if you don't get out more you're going to get fat, too,” I think that had started to concern him, even though I doubted he had the ability to get fat within his lifetime. He was such a twig as it was.

 

“I wasn't invited, and even if I was I know I'll get the `what the fuck is he doing here' looks,” He sighed. “I just think it's a bad idea, there's no way I'd make it through the night without someone throwing an egg roll at me in an attempt to hit my ears with it,” He scoffed. I laughed under my breath and he glared at me, I pressed my lips together and quickly shut up.

 

“Well I'd be your personal body guard, besides, who cares about them, I know you and Miles will get along, Miles gets along with anyone,”

 

“Miles is one of my main sources of grief, he's always been nothing but an ass to me, no offense,” Mel shoved his fists in his pockets and thoughts, I could tell he wanted me to stop urging him, which could have meant it was working.

 

“He is an ass, but the only reason he's like that is because he doesn't know you, he's cool, though, he can put all your weirdness behind him,” I continued. “Just go, I promise you'll have fun,”

 

He sighed and leaned on a pillow, biting his lip and looking all thoughtful and cute. He didn't say anything so I just yawned, stretching my arms, and legs across the bed.

 

“It's a party, though, Fox, I mean, what would I do at a party? I don't have any friends,” He finally said.

 

“We're friends,” I protested. I mean, really, how could have not considered me a friend my now, we'd practically spent the entire last two days together. Speaking of which, I wonder what Miles and Dwayne would have thought about that, I'm sure they wouldn't mind, probably didn't even notice.

 

“We were forced into being project partners, Fox, that's why we're friends, because I happen to be the person you're working with. Doesn't seem very permanent to me,” He explained, as if it all should have been so obvious to me. I was somewhat hurt; then again I should have known from the beginning that he was nothing but a prick. Then again, he had kissed me.

 

“Just project partners don't sleep over each other's houses and sit on each other's beds talking about things other than projects,” I said. “And they don't kiss each other either,” I'm not sure I should have said that so harshly, he looked away immediately.

 

“Technically,” He gulped after a moment, “We didn't kiss, me kissing you isn't the same as us kissing, and I know you didn't…” His breath hitched and he stopped, continuing to avoid my eyes.

 

“Who's to say I wouldn't have kissed back if you wouldn't have pulled away so fast,” I implied. To be honest, I probably wouldn't have, I probably would have been too freaked out to do anything, let alone accept it. But that was then and this is now.

 

“But… well… I thought… um…” He was stuttering and blushing again, so I decided to shut him up. Without much thought I was moving toward him, and once close enough I put my lips on his as best I could with no experience. Really, I don't know why, for the sake of feeling what it's like to kiss someone, to prove to him that I would have kissed back, To officially declare us as friends? I don't know, but it lasted longer than I'd intended when he kissed back, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I really didn't like him, was slightly attracted to him maybe, but not enough to be doing what I was doing, and I felt like I had to stop. So I found a good time and pulled away.

 

“Damn,” His eyes were closed and his lips were parted slightly, and I was impressed with myself just seeing how much he's obviously liked it. “I think it was my lifelong dream to have you pin me to a bed and kiss me like that,” His eyes fluttered open and met mine. I observed our position, I actually was holding his wrists, pinning him to the bed, I hadn't realized I'd done that.

 

“So now that your dreams are fulfilled, what will you do?” I smirked. He was really good at flattering me, and pride was obviously my weakness, for some reason I wanted to kiss him again.

 

“I dunno,” He shrugged. “Do it again?” I saw him lick his lips and rolled my eyes, feeling like he'd read my mind. I leaned back down slowly and his lips captured mine, rougher this time, it never occurred to me that he actually may have been experienced in this, I wonder if he's ever had…

 

“Boys!” Lips unlocked and both our head snapped up to look at the door. Toni was standing there with let another plate of pizza rolls, surprisingly she was wearing a silly grin. “I apologize, I stopped to watch for a few seconds but figured it would be better if I made you aware of my presence,” she shrugged. Before I could say anything Mel pushed me off and rolled over, stuffing his face into his pillow.

 

“Sorry baby, I thought you boys might be hungry, I didn't know you were boyfriends,” She set the plate on his desk. I decided to ignore her assumption that we were dating, it had just been a kiss after all, two of them anyway. “I have to say you have very good taste in looks, though,” She smiled at me. I blushed and looked away, I think the ability to make people feel good ran in their family. I heard Mel groan into his pillow and he kicked one foot out behind him.

 

“All right, fine,” Toni sighed “I'll go, you two be good now, though,” She patted Mel's butt as she passed the bed and he growled, pushing his face deeper into the pillow. I chuckled and returned the wave that Toni gave me as she left, shutting the door behind her, I barely caught a glimpse of her wicked smirk.

 

“She knows you're gay?” I poked his side. He pulled his head out of the pillow and straightened his glasses, his cheeks were red, obviously embarrassed by his sister's intrusion.

 

“She does now,” He mumbled. “I didn't want her to know because she's always been such a fag hag and I was afraid she'd take pictures or some shit,” He rolled over and put his hands behind his head. “She always wanted me to be gay, it's kind of disgusting the kind of stuff she does on her computer,” He wrinkled his nose, arms crossed over his chest. I chuckled and lay down on my side next to him, propping my head up with my elbow on the pillow.

 

“So…” He turned to me. “What do you do at sleepovers?” He asked.

 

“Well, this, at least, that's what Miles and me do, kind of weird how we never run out of things to talk about. Either that or we play video games,” I shrugged. To be honest, I hadn't thought about what we would do for the next at least five hours before either of us would have gotten tired.

 

“Well if you like video games then you've come to the right place,” He smiled. “I have a PS2, Xbox, and some other random game systems in the basement, whole bookcase full of games,” He grinned and jumped up out of the bed. “Come on, I'll show you,” I shrugged to myself and followed him out of the room, surprised that someone like him had video games, (other than star-wars related, that is) then again, I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn't as much of a nerdy weirdo as I'd always used to see him as.

 

“ My mom and dad got divorced and he got remarried to some rich guy with a ten year old daughter in California…”

 

“Wait a minute, did you say guy?” I asked, stepping down from the bottom stair and onto the cold basement floor with my bear feet.

 

“Yeah, that's why they divorced, dad wasn't exactly straight and mom caught him cheating more than once. After that she ran off and left Toni and me to die, with no money what so ever, the bitch. Anyway, Dad sends me all his daughter's old shit now, and she sure as hell has a lot of good junk to give up. She gets a PS3, I get a PS2,” He shrugged. He lead me to the far corner of the basement where there was an average sized TV with four game systems sitting idly around it, as well as what looked like a dance mat folded up under the table.

 

“Not such a bad deal when you think about it,” I turned toward the bookcase of video games and started reading off the titles. A lot of them had titles I'd never heard of before, most of them didn't sound like games a ten year old would be interested in either. I half expected to see something like `Barbie in Ponyland' but most of them were combat games.

 

“Yeah…” He murmured under his breath as he hooked up the PS2. “I have a lot of two player games for this, just pick one,” He said. I continued reading over the titles and found one titled Contra, vaguely remembering the title from somewhere, I pulled it out and looked at the cover.

 

“Oh, that's a fun game, I've beat it at least seventy times but it never gets old,” He said. “The story's really cheesy and pointless, but the game play's really fun, you wanna play it?” He suggested. I continued looking over the cover, there was a manly woman and a really buff guy on the front, holding huge guns and both looking really, really angry. It looked decent enough so I shrugged and handed it to him to put in.

 

Once I got the hang of it, it was fair to say that I was good at the game, it was the kind of game that you have endless continues and don't get aggravated by having to start all over again. I had the Player 2 remote so I was the girl, but I was one mean chick, I'd gotten all the way through level two without losing all my lives once, half of the time Mel was dead and wasn't there to help me, too. It had only been two and a half hours before we defeated the evil Lance Bean as well as his alien fusion form. Once the game was over, we were once again left with nothing to do.

 

“Let's go upstairs, I don't feel like video games anymore,” I set my remote down on the floor and stretched. He agreed and with that we'd left the basement and headed back up to his room.

 

We ended up playing Battleship in the middle of his floor, surrounded by the dirty clothes that we'd pushed out of the way in order to make room for both of us. However, after he beat me six times in a row I got bored and annoyed and gave up. Once the game was put away we both stretched out on his bed, a good foot away from each other, and just started talking.

 

“Am I sleeping with you?” I chimed out rather randomly after finishing a conversation about Principal Millar and the mole on the back of his neck. He gave me a deranged look and I rolled my eyes.

 

“Not like that, you pervert,” I hit him on the shoulder “I mean like, in your bed?” I rephrased.

 

“If you want to, I don't mind,” He shrugged. I really didn't expect him to mind either, and I didn't have a problem sleeping with… sleeping in his bed either.

 

“Have you ever done that before?” I asked. He gave me the same deranged look. “I mean sex, have you ever had sex? I know a lot of kids our age do, but I hardly know what it's like to get turned on,” I shrugged.

 

“Well, sort of… no, not really,” He swallowed and started fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.

 

“Not really?” I rolled over onto my side and looked at him. “How does that work?” I questioned. He sighed, rolling onto his side as well so we were facing each other.

 

“I don't really like talking about it… but…” He sighed and caught his breath. “My dad was never really happy with his marriage, he told me once that he fell in love with my mom because it felt good to be attracted to a woman, and that he'd be more accepted with a woman. But eventually she started getting on his nerves and he was sick of her, so he went back to guys. I think… I think he didn't really want to cheat at first, like, he still had some feelings for her so instead of finding other guys his age and what not, he…” He paused and swallowed, I could have guessed what he was getting at. “I mean, at first he was just touching me, he'd take off my clothes, or walk in on me while I was taking a shower. But after a while he just started going further and further with it and eventually he… raped me,” His voice became cold, what could only be described as hateful. His eyes were watering, and he was rubbing his sweating hands together, I suddenly wished I hadn't brought it up. But now that he was in this state, all I could think about was comforting him. “He visits every Christmas…” He grumbled. “He does it every Christmas Eve while Toni's asleep… Shawn never comes with him because he doesn't like me, so he basically has no one to stop him. I can't do anything about it… I… I hate Christmas,” He concluded.

 

Without a word I inclined forward, pushing my lips against his, wrapping my arms around him for comfort. I could taste the salt of his tears as he kissed back, and for some reason he just started sobbing even harder, pulling our bodies together as close as possible. I felt like I should have done something else, but I'd never done anything like this before, all I knew was that my lips, plus his, equals kiss. I vaguely remember something with tongues from movies, but I'd be damned if I was ever confident enough to attempt to use my tongue. I'd probably just end up slobbering all over him. Luckily he took over and broke the kiss, nuzzling his head into the space between the pillow and my neck, he rested his chin on my shoulder. I could still hear him sniffling as he hugged me. I stroked his back softly and kissed his neck, doing whatever I could to be as comforting as possible.

 

“Hey,” I said softly into his ear. “This Christmas I'd have no problem with you spending the night at my place, if you're willing to put up with my parents screaming at each other until one A.M.” I suggested. I can't be sure but I think I felt him nod against my shoulder. He hugged me tighter, face buried in my neck, trying to steady his breath and calm himself down. I pet his hair gently, softly shushing him and even started rocking back and forth. To be honest I was good at this, Miles and I had had our dramatic moments in the past, and while we never kissed, I'd done things like this with him for up to fifteen minutes to calm him down. It had been quite a while since he, or anyone had gotten that upset around me though, until now.

 

“Sorry,” Mel sniffled a few moments later, pulling away from me. “You probably think I'm acting like a girl, but, I don't know…” He shrugged and wiped his eyes.

 

“No, it's okay,” I shrugged and smiled. “Mrs. Harrison is always telling me how important it is not to hide emotions, so it doesn't bother me,” I rolled back onto my back and he scooted away so that we were no longer touching.

 

“Who?” He asked.

 

“Miles's Mom,” I replied, shutting my eyes with a sigh. I heard him moving around on his side of the bed and when I opened my eyes again I saw that he was struggling to get under the blankets with me lying on top of them. His glasses were off and on the nightstand, and I could see his bright blue eyes directly again. He just stared at me expectantly, obviously waiting for me to move. I chuckled and leaned up to give him a short goodnight kiss on the lips. He blushed and looked down as I pulled the blanket out from under me and covered myself with it. I think he was still smiling as he turned off the light and crawled under the blanket, but I couldn't tell in the dark.

 

It had been a pretty weird day, but it could have turned out worse considering the occurrences. Either way I was tired and ready for it to end, so I shut my eyes.

 

“Goodnight,” I heard a small mumble from the other side of the bed.

 

“Night, Mellow Yellow,” I smirked, falling asleep not long after.

 

A/n- Mreh, this chapter was pretty shaky, and I'll gladly take any suggestions. A lot of the time in this one, for some reason I would get stuck on how to word something to make it flow how I wanted it to, and a few times I failed. Chances are there will be a few changes made to this chapter here and there, but for now I figured I'd put it up. Suggestions are appreciated.

 

Thanks to Midnight Scream, subtletheif, and Amerez for reviewing after my last update :3, thanks so much guys!