Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 03:17:30 -0500 From: Dylan Subject: Running Away Chapter 8 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 writting. 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 Eight The car ride to the tennis courts was a loud, and seemingly endless one for two of the four passengers. As Marco blathered on about how he and Oliver were going to become the best of friends, Jason prodded Jesse about the tiny details of his budding romance. Every few feet, Oliver would flash a dispairing look at Jesse through one of the mirrors, only to receive a nod, and a look that failed to assure him the ride was almost over. "I think that I want Oliver my team!" Marco blurted out, casualing throwing his arm around the boy's neck and giving him a small hug. "Yeah! and Jess can be on my team!" Jason smiled and gave Jesse a wink. "Wha-" Jesse wanted to ask, but stopped as the car suddenly swung into a parking spot. "We're here!" Jason and Marco hurried out of the car, rushing to the trunk to get their gear. Meanwhile, Jesse turned to Oliver in the car and gave his cheek a loving stroke, only to realize again, that he may have rushed another part of his relationship. "Uh... well we're here, we can play, or.... if you don't want to we-" "No, I want to play" Oliver said, and he slowly got out of the car. "Let's go Oliverrrr!" Marco called, extending his "r's" till they rang across the parking lot. Together, the two walked towards the courts, taking care not to lead their two observers to any more questions or teasing. Oliver felt the warm sun against his skin, and felt energized, oh how he had missed this feeling. He had missed running across the soccer field near his house, and just laying outside near the pool in his backyard. "Let's go!" Marco yelled at the top of his voice, and served the ball. The match went on, each side skillfully serving and defending their games. It was clear however, that Oliver was a sort of adonis. Jesse spent the greater portion of the time watching the slender form run its way back and forth. In tennis, Oliver had found salvation, those few hours that the four played, he had felt himself burst with confidence that he had lost since the night he left his house. No longer did he feel awkward and out of place, but a feeling of bravery overflowed, washing over his body. "Break!" Marco called, panting and dropping into the shaded region of the court. "You really know how to play." He said, still breathless. "Thanks" Oliver said, wiping a little bit sweat off his brow. "Yo, guys! Can we use this court now?" An older man appeared on the court, holding a racket and a basket of balls. "Uh... sure, we're just gonna rest here for a bit" Jason called. "So! What now?" Jesse asked, not giving Jason or Marco a chance to ask any more questions. "Well, I suppose we could go eat." Marco offered. "Or we could go home." Jesse eagerly added. "What about you Olive?" Jason asked, patting Oliver on the back. "Well, I.. don't know" Oliver replied, standing up and turning towards his water bottle on the nearby bench. He sprayed a little onto his hands and smoothed the water over his arms and his face, making them glisten as the sun hit him. "I think we should go eat!" Jason said, and quickly jumped towards the care before anyone could object. "Why do you two have to do this?" Jesse whispered to Marco as they walked across the parking lot. "Do what? We're just... trying to get to know the latest addition to your life." Marco smiled and ran beside Oliver. "So! Oliver, what's up?" Marco quickly added "You like our little Jesse over there?" He nodded to Jesse, who was at the time, trying to cool off by flapping his shirt. "Uh..." Oliver hadn't really thought how he felt, only that he was very... familiar with Jesse. "Guys, I want to go home. I'm too beat to eat." Jesse gave Oliver a quick but silent 'Please agree with me' look. "Uh, yeah I'm not that hungry." Oliver chimed in. "Fine" Jason and Marco answer in unison, both slightly disappointed they couldn't tease the lovers. "Geez, sorry about that." Jesse sighed as he and Oliver returned to his home. "They're just very..." He really didn't know what to say at that point. "Friendly?" Oliver finished, he was pulling at his shirt, the sweat from the tennis workout made him feel all sticky. Jesse could only stare as Oliver kept pinching and pulling at his shirt, occasionally revealing his cute abs when he pinched far out. "Wha-" Oliver was about to start, but was soon silenced as Jesse spurred forth and kissed him. His eyes widened as he was alarmed at first, but soon they drifted shut and accepted the soft warmth that was traveling down his being. "I-uh-I-I have to take a shower" Oliver said, averting his eyes and quickly backing into the bedroom. 'Again!?' Jesse whined to himself. 'God why!?' Part of him wanted Oliver to just kiss him again, the other half didn't really know what to do or what to say if he did. Meanwhile, behind the closed door of the bathroom, Oliver found himself in the shower, leaning against the wet and slick marble wall. He could only lean there, letting the cooling water hit his naked body and slide down, outlining his petite figure. "What just happened?" He asked himself, not really sure what he should reply. Unfortunately for Oliver, he couldn't stay in the shower forever, and after what could possibly have been the longest shower in his entire life, he got out, only to realize he didn't have any clothes other than the ones he had just thrown off. He cursed himself lightly and thought about what to do, eventually resolving to sneak out to the bedroom, and find his old clothes. He peaked outside, no one. With just a towel wrapped around him, he walked out into the bedroom, and found on the bed, a set of clothes waiting for him, a simple sticky note put on the pile. "Just thought you'd need something to wear. ~J" was all it said. He put on the t-shirt, and the soft pajama pants. They fit him just right, and felt so comfortable. He remembered the saleslady at the store saying that these clothes were for the "utmost comfort." The pants seemed a little loose for him, but a quick tie with the drawstring around his waist soom remedied that. After checking the mirror to make sure that he was decent, Oliver walked out into the living room, only to find the maid that cleaned in the afternoons. "Jesse has gone out dear, would you like me to make you some snacks?" The woman said in a blatantly english accent. "Um... yes please." Oliver smiled awkwardly and seated himself on at the kitchen's counter. "Such a polite boy." The maid petted him on the head, messing his slightly damp hair. "You know, Jesse seems to have taken a liking to you." She abruptly added as she put in front of him a plate of cheese, crackers and all sortfs of strange biscuits Oliver had never seen before. She gently brushed away the few locks of hair that were dangling over Oliver's eyes. "O-Oh?" He stuttered, slightly blushing. "What makes you say that?" He quickly stuffed the largest biscuit into his mouth, making sure to chew it slowly. "Well, as I got in, and he was leaving, he said to make you at tome, saying "No matter what." Well deary, the last time he said that was for his old boyfriend. Hoho" She chortled and again gave Oliver a loving pat on the head. "L-last boyfriend?" He said, his mouth still full with the remnants of the biscuit. "Oh yes, he was an annoying sort of person, always complaining, always demanding that Jesse buy him this, or buy him that. Personally I'm glad he's gone. Though it has been a few years since Jesse's had another boyfriend, especially one like you." She finished with another smiled and set about her duties, leaving Oliver to sit and think about what she just said. _-_-_-_End Chapter Eight_-_-_-_ Thanks for reading! Please write me comments if you liked it, or have suggestions!