Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 38

Phoenix

I drive to school. Then I sit on the roof of my car playing my violin for nobody but the moon. I don't think about many things. Except life. My life. What's in it. What isn't in it anymore. I never thought my father would accept me being me. I don't even want to say gay. Like it's something I can change. Like it's something other than what I've always been.

They didn't even ask if I loved him. I told them that there was this boy who meant everything to me and they didn't even ask if I loved him. Or why I loved him. Or if he loved me back. Well I do love him. And he does love me back.

I play my violin and look up at the moon and wonder if anyone plays for her. I suppose it must get lonely just up there with no one but the stars for company. Well now I'm out here in the night.

A car pulls into the lot, not surprising. It's a little town and it isn't that late at night.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't think playing the violin is illegal, Detective," I say, coolly.

"Phoenix, what are you doing out here?" Detective Reynolds sighs, leaning against her car.

"Don't worry. I haven't stabbed anyone, lately," I say, dryly. I should think about him, the boy I killed. I don't really. I think about what came after. Maybe if I cared about him more I wouldn't be here. I don't know.

"I wasn't thinking you did," She sighs. She felt bad arresting me I think. Didn't stop her from doing it. "Look, you can't stay out here all night."

"I didn't think it was illegal to sleep in your car," I say, finally stopping playing.

"It kind of is. You're a minor. You're also on parole. I assume you can't go home?" she asks.

"Not exactly. I've been asked to leave," I say.

"Do you want me to drive you to Axel's?"

"I can drive."

"It's late. And you've been crying, and no, I'm not leaving you alone here or to drive yourself. I'm gonna drive you wherever you ask, and deliver you to someone who cares about you," she says.

"He'll be asleep; it's late."

"Let's check huh?" she says, "If they don't come to the door, I'll take you somewhere else."

"Okay," I relent.

A few minutes later, still scrubbing my face free of tears, I'm standing on Axel's doorstep. Brianna opens the door on the second knock.

"Do you want to wake up his parents so they can be racist again? Shh," she says, letting me in.

Detective Reynolds nods at me. I nod back.

"Thanks," I whisper to Brianna, "Is he in bed?"

"I assume so; he's in his room," she says, going back the TV.

I go to Axel's room and knock on the door gingerly. Why am I even doing this? I could just go to the guest room. We already texted goodnight he's probably asleep.

"You came back!" Axel hops right into my arms, bumping his nose against mine, "I missed you."

"I missed you too Stitches," I say, setting him down and stepping into his room.

"Are you okay?" he asks, putting a small hand to my face. He sees I've been crying.

"Now I am," I had no idea how much I wanted to kiss him until now. I didn't even think about it. But now everything is fine and all I want is him.

"You sure?" he asks, backing up to his wide double bed. We get much more use of out it than mine. Though, we still do curl up in one corner in the end.

"Yes, I'm completely sure I'm completely fine now help me get your clothes off both of us."

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"Felt like it," I mumble past his mouth.

"Keep them if you like," he says, tugging at my jeans. My jeans. Not my jeans anymore.

"Good, I need your pants too," I say.

"You can have them but I really prefer you without."

"I meant in the morning, Stitches," I laugh, kissing his neck. He was only wearing sweats anyway, which makes this all the easier. I push him down on the bed, burying him beneath me as we embrace in his dark room. The light from the moon shines in across his soft curls as I feel him pulsing beneath me. Good wingwoman work there, the moonlight on his sweet face. I kiss his nose then back to his lips. All I want tonight is him in my arms. Nothing else has to exist. Until the end of time there's just him and I. nothing else left in the world. I know that isn't true and someday I'll probably lose. I don't care because someday isn't tonight.

"Don't leave me again next time, ignore my father---—just don't leave me again."

"I think I can do that, Stitches."