Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 2. Missing Persons ( Chapter 2 )

He used words that best portrayed his personality in order to give the illusion that he wasn't at all shy to answering the question.

 

Jason was quiet for a while afterward, and Shane understood why too. He wished he would say something though, anything reassuring, because for the time being Jason was seeming to displaying a little bit of sudden hatred, and no matter how hot he was, Shane didn't want to spend a large amount of his time with a homophobe.

 

“Well, that explains a lot,” Jason chimed in finally, giving Shane the best smile he could. He thought this would get rid of his funny feeling; oddly it only seemed to have gotten worse now that he knew for sure.

 

“Yeah, don't worry though, I'm not overly perverted. I didn't feel you up while you were asleep or nothing,” Shane joked, hoping it would be taken the way he'd meant to say it. “…And I don't plan to in the future,” He added. Jason shrugged, that much was a relief though he wouldn't have expected Shane to tell him right off that he planned to steal the boy's innocence, but there was sincerity in his voice. Jason wasn't afraid of homosexuals, however he did dread the thought of one having a `crush' on him, and it seemed that Shane did. But it was so much worse, because he couldn't avoid this guy.

 

“So that was what the whole touchy-feely grab thing was about back there?” Jason asked referring to when he tripped and Shane had tried to catch him.

 

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't exactly mean to… you know. It just happened that way,” Shane was embarrassed, one-way or the other.

Normally he didn't give a damn what other people thought, but he did care what Jason thought. He was certain now that Jason was straight but he liked to think that that could change, sexual harassment wouldn't help that change.

 

“It's all right, just don't do anything like it again,” Jason told him firmly in a deeply serious voice. Shane couldn't help but smile, as it seemed Jason was trying to sound threatening, when to Shane's ears it only sounded cute. “And stop looking at me with that stupid grin, I don't know what kind of disgusting shit is going through your mind, but keep it in your head,” Jason added, now trying not to look at Shane. Shane let out a short laugh and scooted further to the edge of the rock.

 

“Someone needs a nap,” He said nudging Jason's ankle with the tip of his foot teasingly. Jason sneered at him and moved as far away as he could while still sitting on the smaller rock.

 

“Aww, don't be sore at me, I'm just poking fun, nothing to get angry over,” Shane said sitting in a more casual position and turning his attention to the dying fire. He through a few more leaves in and another small, thin log to get it going again.

 

“Well don't, just leave me alone,” This time Jason sounded so upset that Shane felt a little on the bad side, he didn't expect the kid to be so tense about it.

 

“Sorry,” He apologized shortly

 

“You're forgiven. I'm going to sleep,” Jason decided, forcing himself onto his feet and taking his jacket off. He'd completely forgotten the cold; in fact he was sweating so much now that he actually felt hot. He cleared a space on the dirt floor, kicking leaves and twigs out of the way. Shane watched his every move with the same grin Jason had asked him not to use, he just couldn't help it, especially when the boy had his back turned. Jason folded up his jacket and tossed it onto the ground to use as a pillow, and then he paused. He was used to sleeping shirtless, in fact he had been almost all his life, but he wasn't sure it was such a good idea at this point. However, he remembered trying to sleep with his shirt on, and feeling the seams digging into his skin at night and easily made his decision. He pulled his shirt over his head, ignoring Shane's existence. If Shane became overly aroused then he'd put his shirt back on, for now he wanted to be comfortable. He then lay down on the hard ground and rested his head on his temporary pillow.

 

Shane licked his dry lips in need as Jason tore his shirt over his head. How he wanted to walk up, force the kid up against a tree and show him what he was made of. Perhaps he was a little perverted, but only he knew that, he didn't show it on the outside. He felt his cock pressing up against the seam in between the legs of his pants and felt like moaning. Instead he stuck a hand down his pants, making sure Jason was still purposely ignoring him, and started pumping himself softly just to get rid of the erection.

 

“Shane,” Jason said softly once, staring out into the darkness of the woods that surrounded him.

 

“Y-yeah,” Shane asked, pulling his hand out so his voice was a little less suspicious.

 

“Keep the fire burning for a while if you can, please,” Jason requested as his eyes fell shut, it had been a long day for him, all he wanted to do now that he was in position, was sleep. Shane was planning to get some shut-eye soon as well, but he was much more interested in pleasing a handsome boy then he was himself, so he decided to wait up until he was sure that Jason was fast asleep.

 

“All right,” he murmured silently.

 

Not to his own surprise Shane fell asleep as well not long afterward, he'd practically fallen off the rock, sub-consciously stretched out and was gone in a few moments.

 

Shane awoke from a dream not long afterward, his body quivering and his hair drenched in sweat. He lifted his hand and looked at it using the light of the fire, it was shaking. He couldn't remember what he'd dreamed about at all, but it had caused this much it couldn't have been good. For some reason he felt the need to look up and make sure Jason was still there, and he was. The ashes still had a bit off glow that illuminated the boy's back. He was shaking more than Shane had been, but not out of fear, out of the cold. Shane had never been very sensitive to the cold, he was slim and considerably fit but it didn't both him much.

 

Caringly he looked around for the boy's jacket, only to realize it was under his head. He rolled his eyes and removed his own jacket from his body and stood up, creeping over to where Jason lay. Carefully he spread the jacket as best he could as a blanket over the upper half of Jason's body and moved his hair out of his face. A smile ran from one ear to the other as he couldn't help but lean down and plant a kiss atop Jason's head. He then moved back to the other side of the fire to put himself at a good distance, he didn't want Jason to be uncomfortable.

 

Jason didn't sit up as soon as the sun woke him up, he felt too weak and weighed down with thoughts to even move. He didn't at first acknowledge that Shane's jacket had been laid over him. He turned his head to this side to see that Shane was still asleep peacefully without anything covering the upper half of his beautiful body. Jason rolled his head back and stared up into the trees, the sun hitting his face at an angle. So what if he likes you, he hasn't tried anything yet, he saved your life you can't back out on him now. Said one half of him. But if I don't go now I might never be able to, that's more what I'm afraid of. Jason argued with himself. He thought about it for a moment and then turned over onto his side. Jason was far from anti-homosexual; in fact one of his best friends, Clark Bates, was gay. But Clark was different, he wasn't a flirt at all, and if there were any crushes going on, they weren't apparent. But Shane looked at Jason as if he hadn't seen a man in years.

 

“Damn it,” Jason heard an aggravated voice coming from beside him and froze; maybe it was best he pretended to be asleep. “Fucking rock,” Jason heard the sound of stone colliding with tree bark and tightened his eyes shut.

 

Shane sat up slowly, feeling stiff all over. His skin was for once in his life numb from the cold. He shivered a bit and tried to shake it off, it worked for the most part. He looked over at Jason, who was still sleeping and looking quite comfortable with his jacket being used as a blanket. He smiled, but still sort of wanted something to at least cover his arms. Either way once he saw that his canteen had been leaking out all night he forgot about himself. He reached for the strap and yanked it over to himself in annoyance. It was completely empty as far as he could tell; he'd have to go find more. Mumbling to himself tiredly and in frustration he wondered off to hopefully find a decent water source.

 

Jason sighed in relief and sat up when he was sure Shane was out of sight. He felt bad, he hadn't done anything offensive or cruel yet, but he'd thought about it. He thought about ditching Shane during the night, and he thought about taking the water and running off. All though he tried not to be, it seemed as though he was just naturally selfish, those who know him well told him so.

Deciding that maybe it was a good idea to get going with something, since Shane was apparently off getting water, Jason forced himself to his feet. His stomach ached horribly due to the lack of nourishment; maybe he'd be able to find some food while Shane was away. He folded Shane's jacket neatly and set in a rock, trying to be respectful of his things whether it mattered to him or not. He pulled his shirt back over his head, and slipped his jacket on. At that time he felt like sitting down, but he resisted due to the growing pain in his stomach, he needed something to eat.

 

He had Shane's rifle next to him, but wasn't sure it was a good idea to take it. Even if he came across a small animal or even a large one, he wasn't sure he could hit it; he'd only been using a gun for the past few years. Not to mention it wasn't his, and he wasn't sure what Shane would think when he came back and found it gone. Still, hearing a roar from inside him he emptied his head of the unsure considerations and grabbed the gun, venturing away from their little camp to perhaps find something to eat.

 

 

 

“You think he's okay?” Teresa's mind was about to explode due to all the thoughts that were running through her head. Her best friend was missing, she could barely think right, he meant the world to her.

 

“I don't know, he got shot in the leg sweetheart, I'm not sure he'll last that long, especially on his own,” Clark replied carelessly as he sharpened a knife. Clark was a downright dirty badass who never really cared for anyone except himself, so it was just like him to be so uninterested in Jason's whereabouts. Teresa crushed on him as she did Jason, but she knew they could never be together, she liked the mean emotionless type. But other than Raj Carlson, no one was aware that Clark's friends weren't friends, they were toys that he played with when he had nothing better to do, and if they broke, he simply found new ones. Raj had known Clark longer than anyone else, and all though he never said it allowed, he had a hate for the guy.

 

“Don't worry Teresa, he'll be fine, maybe Wayne'll send a search party out for him,” Raj hugged her for comfort and tried to resist going any further. She leaned her head against him and hugged him back with one arm, still terribly worried. This made Raj forced to hold back a sigh. He'd never let her know how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. He was ugly, everyone said it, and everyone knew it, and he felt telling her would have disgusted her.

 

Raj's facial features weren't in proportion; his face was long and looked as though he was trying to look like an idiot. His eyes were magnified behind his glasses and his chin stuck out further than his lips. But he was loving, kind, and understanding, and that's all that mattered to him. He just wished other people felt the same way.

 

“You're joking,” Clark chimed in with a laugh in his tone. “We're talking about Wayne here, he doesn't give a damn about one soldier, he's not gonna send anyone,” He ensured. As usual Clark was only making things worse and Raj shot him an angry glare as Teresa forced back tears. She'd never cried in front of any of her friends, and she didn't want that to change, after 18 years of holding it back, she'd become awfully good at it.

 

“This is Jason, Clark, I thought he was your best friend, don't you care?” Raj knew the answer was no, but he asked just for the sake of discovering whether Clark would lie about it or not.

 

“Of course I care, but there's nothing we can do for him, I'm just saying what you're thinking,” Clark replied. Teresa suddenly had an idea and lifted her head off Raj's shoulder.

 

“Well maybe we could find him, be our own search party, it would be fun, you know? He couldn't be too far,” She suggested hopefully, staring into Raj's eyes in question. Raj fell into a trance as he stared back, but luckily Clark broke it with another one of his pessimistic remarks.

 

“Wayne wouldn't stand for that, he'd have all four of us shot for desertion when were got back. That is if the Nazis don't kill us first,” He said. He paused for a moment, considering what he'd just said as Raj rolled his eyes. “But, I suppose I could use some action out here, sure why not,” He said tucking the sharp knife into his boot. A smile came over Teresa as she stood up, grabbing her rifle and canteen. Raj was still uncertain but decided it was right to at least try and find they're missing companion, even if Clark was only doing it for himself.

 

“Well I guess that's that. We're off to find Jason, and bring him back so he can get shot too,” Raj said humorously, reaching for his gun as well.

 

“Let's do it,” Teresa replied with sudden confidence. She put her hair in a messy ponytail just to keep it out of her eyes. “After all, if it were any of us, he'd do the same thing,” She implied as they exited the tent casually.

 

“Yeah right, he'd sit in the corner sucking his thumb,” Clark joked as they made their way to the edge of the base.

 

“Shut up, Clark,” Teresa replied in an orderly but joking tone.

 

“Only because you know it's true…”

 

The conversation went on for some time, until they were near the edge, and the guard was in sight and it faded out. The plan had been decided on the way there, Clark, being the most capable, would knock out the near by guard and then the three of them would make a run for it hoping not to be seen by the others. It wasn't that great of a plan, but security wasn't heavy on the east side o the base, no one would want to desert straight into enemy territory, so there wasn't much reason for it. Wayne had always been more interested in keeping his men in line rather than keeping them alive.

 

Clark finished his job quite easily and inconspicuously, as if pretending he was James Bond or some important agent of some kind. In less then thirty seconds he had the guard unconscious and in his arms without anyone noticing. He dragged the body over behind one of the tents where Teresa and Raj were hiding out. After laying the guard in the ground in a patch of tall grass behind the tent, the three of them as quietly as possible rushed for the trees. As soon as they hit the woods they all darted behind trees in hope that no one saw them and to make sure no one did.

 

“I think we're okay, they didn't see us,” Clark said breathing heavily.

 

“Oh calm down Clark, we're not being chased by giant snakes, it's nothing to get worked up over,” Raj insisted as he began walking further into the woods.

 

“Gimme a break man, I like to use my imagination, at least I have one,” Clark said going after him. Teresa rolled her eyes and followed, it seemed the three of them were always in some sort of argument; Jason was the only one who could hold a friendly conversation.

 

 

 

“Did you see that Tony, three coward assholes just ran off,” Mark yelled rather loudly to his friend who was busy filling his canteen. Tony didn't seem to care much, ignoring the observation completely as he put a hand under the pump's faucet and splashed water on his face to cool himself down. Mark toddled over to him feeling a need to make a big deal of the three runaways.

 

“Shouldn't we tell the Colonel? Before they go too far?” He suggested. Tony stood up and shook his hair off, running a hand threw it he took a long drink. He wore no shirt and caught the attention of many young medical women across the way. Tony however, took no notice of them as he was hooked on the thoughts of his girlfriend Trisha back home.

 

“Mark, I know it's in your nature to be a snitch, but for once in your life could you let it go. Besides, they ran straight toward Nazi territory, they're walking into their own punishment and probably don't even know it, we got bigger problems than the ones that are none of our business,” Tony replied

“Like what?” Mark asked.

 

“Like Shane, remember him? Or did you forget already?” Tony replied making his way into his tent.

 

“Well yeah, but Shane's a big boy, he can take care of himself. I don't think we should worry about him, if he's still alive he's probably trying to get back,” Mark shrugged having a seat outside the tent. He popped open a beer and took a long drink, staring into the distance at the spot where the three runaways went into the woods.

 

“And if he's not?” Tony came back out of the tent pulling his shirt over his head.

 

“Then he's dead,” Mark's voice was rather cold, though he didn't mean it to be. “I mean, we can't just bawl our eyes out over him, we got three more months here, and we gotta keep doing our jobs. I he's alive; he'll make it back, unless they caught him. And if I know Shane, he'd be shot before being taken prisoner,” Mark insisted. Tony crossed his arms and stared out into the nothingness, he was worried either way, and no matter what Mark said. He'd known Shane since the third grade, and now wasn't the time he wanted to lose `im. Mark had only known both of them for less than 4 years, he wouldn't have understood.

 

“Tony,” Mark called in a comforting voice. Tony turned to him in askance, trying to look more manly than he was feeling. “He's gonna make it back,” Mark seemed so sure of it all the sudden, but Tony's mind didn't change. He didn't expect himself to be so worried, after all this wasn't his girlfriend, but he did love the guy, after 13 years he couldn't show any other emotion.

 

 

 

 

Shane's feet were starting to hurt from all the walking, he'd found water, but it had been so far from the fire that by the time he got back he'd walked almost eight miles. It hadn't been a blast, especially because he didn't have any energy left because he hadn't eaten.

 

The first thing he noticed when he got back was the writing in the sand below his feet.

 

Went to find food, took gun, back soon.

 

Shane sighed and fell onto a rock, barley acknowledging the message. He did want to get back on the trail soon, but a good meal did sound extremely good right then. He picked up some of the left over wood from the night before and tossed it into the fireplace wanna-be, or so he'd named it in his head during his long, boring walk. He figured whatever Jason found would have to be cooked, unless it was some kind of fruit, which he didn't much hope for. He felt lonely again, all he had was his stomach calling out for food, and that didn't make much of a conversation. He'd always hated being alone, if gave him a chill to think that there was no one around beside himself.

 

Things could have been worse though, at least it was daylight, and at least he had something to drink. He rubbed his throbbing stomach, staring at his jacket, which was just out of his reach. Somehow he really didn't feel like getting up to get it, all he could do was stare with his mouth hanging open he felt as though he was about to faint. He corked the bottle and let it fall from his hand, not checking to see if it would still leak. He felt himself swaying from side to side as his eyes fell shut, and everything around him was moving. Only a few moments later, he slid off the rock and fainted the moment he hit the ground.

 

“Shane!” He awoke to a friendly familiar voice accompanied by cool water falling over his face and vigorous shaking of his shoulders. He opened his eyes slowly to see Jason's dull grey eyes. He smiled and moved a few hairs out of his eye to get a better look. Jason rolled his eyes and stood up the moment he realized that Shane was checking him out once again. He wished the guy could've looked at him for five minutes without wearing a needy expression. Jason went back and sat down next to the fire, setting a flat rock in front of him.

 

“You all right?” He asked untying a cloth bag and pouring about 15 raspberries onto the rock. Shane sat up completely and looked down at his meal.

 

“Fine. You were gone all this time and that's all you got?” Shane was rather disappointed, but didn't hesitate to pop a few of the raspberries into his mouth.

 

“I'm a cripple, gimme a break. Besides, the raccoon's on the fire,” Jason replied taking a drink of water. “I came back and found you lying there about an hour ago, I thought you'd gone to sleep. Until I gotta a better look at your position,” He added straightening his leg out to help ease the pain.

 

“How's your leg?” Shane asked. Jason was afraid he'd ask that. It was doing fine until the wound broke open again when he'd tripped on a root. After that the blood oozed out soaking Shane's shirt almost completely. The dressing was really no good anymore, but telling Shane that might force him to remove his shirt.

 

“Same as before,” Jason replied casually. But Shane noticed easily the fact that the folded shirt had turned rust colored red, not the light grayish green it had been before.

 

“Lemme look at it,” Shane insisted repositioning himself on his hands and knees and crawling forward. He reached out a hand but Jason immediately slapped it away and turned his body.

 

“No, I said it was fine,” He hissed. Shane had a hard time trying to hold back a chuckle, Jason trying to sound threatening reminded him of a young kitten trying to wrestle a sleeping Pitt Bull.

 

“Jase, lemme see,” Shane insisted. Jason paused and raised an eyebrow, who was Jase? No one he knew had ever called him that before, and Shane giving him nicknames was definitely not on his list of things he wanted.

 

“N-no,” Jason acted as though he took no notice of the new title he'd been given, and scooted further from Shane. Shane stood up and looked over his shoulder, Jason having no clue what he was doing now that his back was turned.

 

“See look at that it's gonna get infected, we'll need another covering, where's that bag you had?” Shane wasn't currently sure why Jason was against his own safety, after all what sane man would be?

 

“No, we need that to keep the berries eatable, they're all we have after the meat's gone,” Jason explained. As much as he would have rather used that little bag over what he knew the next suggestion was, he couldn't.

 

“Well we gotta put something else over it, that thing isn't gonna hold out much longer, it's soaked,” Shane ensured. “How `bout your shirt,” He said. It wasn't perverted for once, it was what he felt was his last resort, he never wanted to make Jason uncomfortable around him, but he seemed forced into it in this case.

 

“No, never,” Jason spoke firmly and put his fist down on his good leg to try and make himself more clear. “I-I'm not walking around out here with you and no shirt to wear, I'm sorry,” He nodded. Despite the apology Shane felt somewhat insulted, but wasn't going to back down easily, he was and always had been a fighter.

 

“Jase, look, I do care about you, a hell of a lot more than I care about seeing you naked. I care about any US soldier that way. What'cha think I'm going to rape you if you take off your shirt. Here's the bad news, I can't keep my fucking eyes off you shirt or no shirt, it won't make any difference except that one way you might make it through tomorrow, now would you just take it off so I can help you?” He made himself extremely clear, exaggerate a few points but at least he'd got his point across. Jason knew he wouldn't like this, almost as much as he was coming to dislike Shane. With that thought he took off his jacket with hesitation, followed by his shirt. Of course Shane loved the site of it, but he didn't dare look at it, and was sure to make sure he didn't seem to be avoiding looking at it.

 

“There, that wasn't so hard, was it?” Shane asked with a humorous smile yanking the shirt out of Jason's hand. “Show a little trust, I'm the only one on your side out here,” He suggested. Jason just scoffed bluntly and looked away as Shane rolled up Jason's pant leg again.

 

“Just relax like last time,” Shane said. He touched the old dressing and tugged on the edges to see if by taking it off he'd mess up a cover that his body was already forming over the wound.

 

“Last time I didn't know you were horny for me…” Jason mumbled, his voice trailing off as he tried to keep his mind off what Shane was doing. Shane let out a short laugh as he made his decision.

 

“Aright, you got some healing going on under there and I don't want to interfere, so I'm just going to put this one over the old one and hope it lasts until we get back to the base,” He said and lay the new substitute for casting over the old.

 

“Wait,” Jason protested.

 

“Jase, if I take the old one off it'll probably hurt, and you'll lose even more blood,” Shane explained.

 

“All right, fine, but quit calling me Jase, it's not my name,” Jason hissed. Shane rolled his eyes, not in the mood to make any kind of reply as he wrapped the casting around the wound. When he was finished, he rolled Jason's pant leg down, picked up his plate of berries and sat on his rock, which he had claimed, thinking.

 

“Tomorrow my flight comes to take me home, I doubt I'll be there for it,” Shane sighed as he set the empty rock on the ground next to him. He sat tapping his foot watching the bits of meat cook on another flat rock in the glowing coals of the fire. Both of them knew it would take forever, but it was the only way they would have been able to think of. Shane wasn't very hungry all of the sudden anyway, even though he hadn't eaten nearly enough to fill him, he had too much on his mind. Somehow he was happy, he wasn't happy about missing his flight, or having to spend another three months in Germany, but perhaps happy to be alive. Alive in the dead of night in the middle of the woods with such a beautiful person, hopefully a friend.

 

He had to have been able to get Jason Canton, he'd gotten other straights to kiss him before, Tony Reynolds, Marshall Richards, and so many others, but Jason was so different. It wasn't just a crush this time, he really liked this guy, he knew it by more than his constant erections, but by a pain in his heart as well. Sure, at first it had been all lust, but over the short period of time, and the little conversation's they'd had the other day it may have evolved more. But Jason thought it was a big joke; he didn't know what Shane was feeling, of course because Shane made it seem like a joke. If Jason was aware that it the feeling was as deep as it really was, he may have been more freaked out than he already was. Not to mention, this was surely the first time Shane had felt like this about anyone.

 

“I'm sorry,” Jason suddenly squeaked. “You might even be back by now if it weren't for me, having to rest every couple minutes. We didn't even get anywhere today because I was gone so long…” He did feel bad, terrible actually. He had no positive emotions, not even hope. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a friendly but odd man that wanted in his pants, and he had a bullet in his leg. But he would have been lying if he said he wasn't glad Shane had pulled him out of the mess he was in. Still, he felt as good as dead in the current situation.

 

“Pah, I'd be dead if you hadn't gotten that food for us. Whether you like to admit it or not we make a decent team out here, friends?” The last bit rolled off Shane's tongue rather randomly after suddenly popping into his mind. It may not have been the best time to suggest a friendship, since they'd just been mourning and pouting after arguing over how Jason was going to wear his shirt. But even with the bad timing, it was about time they had settled whether to be friends or enemies.

 

“Aright,” Jason nodded after a slight hesitation. “Friends.” He agreed and stuck out a hand for Shane to shake. Shane smiled thankfully and put his hand into Jason's, and that was it. Even after that they didn't talk for a few minutes, there wasn't really much to talk about where they were.

 

“Did you see the football game this morning?” Jason chimed out. Shane was confused at first, but caught on quickly and decided to play along.

“Oh, hell yes, what a game…” He said.

 

“Yup, got a lot of strong players this season,” That being said Jason thought of a less useless question to ask.

 

“Where are you from anyway, I mean back home?” He asked, folding his hands on his lap and leaning forward to move some of the ashes around with his poking stick.

 

“I was born in Canada, but when I was about four we moved to Pennsylvania. When I turned eighteen my mom died of cancer, and dad just cried and cried all day every day until he just left. So now I take care of my baby sister in Ohio, just a few months after mom died I was called here,” Shane hadn't really meant to tell his whole life story, but luckily it was much shorter than it could've been.

 

“Wow, that's terrible, I'm so sorry,” Jason said with his eyes wide. Now he really felt like an ass, not only had he been holding Shane back, he felt, but he hadn't been the nicest around him either.

 

“They were good people. But I've gotten over it. So what about you?” Shane asked as he carelessly threw a small rock at the fire, missing by a few inches.

 

“Well I live in southern Kentucky, moved there from Indiana. My Uncle lives in Cleveland Ohio, I doubt you've run into him though, he owns a store down town, Davy's,” Jason replied. Shane nodded to establish that he hadn't met anyone by the name of Canton. He was lost in thought now though, for a while Jason had caused the thoughts of back home to leave, but now they were back. Natalie would expect him home the next day, but he wouldn't be there, she'd have to spend another extended three months with that old jerk she was forced to call her uncle. At least he'd be going home with his two good friends from his town, Tony and Mark, but that was only if he survived the next three months.