Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:36:37 -0600 From: Dylan Subject: Running Away Chapter 3 Hi everybody! My name is Jonny, some of you may have read some of the stories written by my twin, Dylan, but this particular story is my first attempt at writing. I would love to hear some opinions, just send them to my brother at Dylan49@gmail.com as we share the account. Running Away - Chapter Three The next morning, Oliver woke and his eyes greeted the sunlight that shone gently upon his face. He felt so warm, so comfortable, and so... content. Unfortunately, his moment soon ended as the events of the past few days caught up with him. He attempted to spring out of bed, only to feel a sort of weight on him. He looked behind him in the bed, and soon met Jesse's sleeping face. 'Ah!' His mind raced and he had to use extreme self-control to keep from leaping out of the bed. "mmh" Jesse groaned sleepily, showing signs of stirring. Quickly, for lack of anything else that could avoid the upcoming conversation, Oliver closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep. "Good morning" Jesse whispered and slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. Oliver opened one eye to make sure there was no one in the room and sat up in bed. It had been only a few days since he left home, and already, he felt as though it had been years. Thoughts raced through Oliver's mind as he sat there, blankly looking straight ahead. Time must have flown by, the next thing he knew, the bathroom door was opening and he again dived under the covers and closed his eyes. Slowly opening one eye, Oliver peeked and saw Jesse peek his head out. "Oliver? Are you awake?" He whispered. No response. Slowly Jesse crept out of the bathroom and dashed quietly over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. From his position on the bed, Oliver could only make out the firm buttocks that Jesse had, and the slim form of his being. Still, Oliver laid there most of the morning, until Jesse came in again. "Oliver? It's time to wake up, it's almost 10 in the morning!" He cheerfully walked over to the bed. Oliver acted signs of stirring and flickered his eyes. He sat up slowly, "Um... G-Good morning" he quickly blurted the words. "I'm sorry but this is all I know how to make in the mornings." Jesse smiled and put a breakfast tray with some bacon and eggs in front of him. As he retracted his hands, Oliver noticed a few red dots on his hands. "What happened? He asked, pointing to one of the little dots. "Um, it's nothing, j-just a little um.." his voice trailed off. "You got splattered with some hot oil doing the bacon didn't you?" Oliver asked, suddenly feeling very ashamed that someone he had known less than a week was going through so much trouble for him. His hands moved themselves, and clasped one of Jesse's still outstretched hands, and gently, he rubbed them. Neither one knew exactly what to do other than just sit there, looking dumbfounded, yet their bodies knew. Swiftly, Jesse's hand moved and brushed Oliver's cheek. "Uh-I Um..I left something on the skillet." Jesse said, looking away and got off the bed. "Oh! The TV is in this dresser, the remote will open it for you." He said and walked off. "W-wait!" Oliver called out, but Jesse had already left. He felt very... strange sitting there in someone else's bed. He let his eyes wander, and he noticed little pictures hung about the room, each depicting a happy young little Jesse. Shortly after, his stomach growled and he conceded to his hunger. He finished his plate and quickly got up, hoping to make himself useful. The minute he left the bedroom he heard Jesse swearing in the kitchen. "Is everything okay?" He asked, bringing the breakfast tray into the kitchen and setting it on the counter. "Oh! Um.. I just, it's just a little cut." Jesse quickly stashed his hands behind him. "I was just, up chopping up some veggies for a salad. You like salads?" He asked trying to find anything to end this awkward moment. 'Damn, now he thinks Im a total klutz.' Jesse thought to himself. "I do, here, let me help." Oliver felt relieved that he at last could do something for this kind man that was taking care of him. As he walked past Jesse, he consciously let his arm brush against Jesse's stomach, and took up the knife at the chopping board. He took over the kitchen, and within minutes, the whole house was permeated with the smells of gourmet foods and spices. Jesse could do nothing but sit there in awe. He had never met someone as... special as this boy. As Oliver brought the plates to the table, he blushed a little when he noticed that Jesse was staring at him. As the two sat down to lunch they were too shy to directly look at each other. 'I've got to say something' they both thought to themselves. "You, aren't from a orphanage are you?" Jesse asked, and immediately, he regreted it. 'That was so insenstive' he censured himself. "N-no.. I'm not. I'm sorry, I lied. If you want me to...to leave I understand." Oliver said, looking down at his plate. "NO! I mean... no, you don't have to." Jesse almost jumped up from the chair at the table. "I sort of left home, and please don't ask me why, but I don't want to go back." Oliver again, kept his head down. "Hey, I understand, there are times where I wanted to just get away from it all, but I never had the guts. Jesse smiled and walked over to the boy on the otherside of the table. He put one hand on Oliver's shoulder and lifted up his chin with the other. "You're braver than I am" He smiled again. The two ate in silence then, but at least they had both worked up the courage to look at each other. 'He's so cute' Jesse thought. 'He thinks Im a stupid little boy' Oliver thought. "W-would you like to stay here with me? Or have you already thought about where you're going to go." Jesse sincerely hoped Oliver would stay with him. He felt his heart lighten when Oliver looked at him and nodded. "If, you'll let me I'd like to. And-and I promise I'll help around the house, and earn my keep." He quickly added. "Haha, there's no need, for that, but I would like some company." Jesse gave him a hug and a quicky friendly kiss on the cheek. 'Maybe that was overstepping the line a ltitle' He immediately thought. "T-thanks." oliver smiled back and again focused his attention his plate. 'Oh god, I think I love him' Jesse thought to himself as the petite blonde boy got up and put things into the sink. 'I... want to stay, and be with him.' Oliver felt peaceful, and at home. He felt... loved. Author's Note: Hi Guys! Sorry it's been so long, but I've been on a little vacation with my brother and just got back recently. PLEASE e-mail me (I love hearing comments) so I know, there's at least someone reading =) _-_-_-_End Chapter Three_-_-_-_ Thanks for reading! 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