Not Us, Not Ever

11. The First Night Out.

Okay before you read, I asked some people if they wanted a certain "something" to happen between the boys. A majority of them .. Well actually all of them said "Yes" so if for whatever reason you get to that certain part of the chapter and you really don't want to read it, I'll put a double asterisk (**) before that particular scene. Just stop there and wait for the next chapter. With that said.. -sigh- I'm not proud of this xD

Warning: This Chapter Contains Sexual Content.

Riley and I wandered in the same direction, running into neighborhood kids - no one we knew, but they certainly knew about us. The kids that would be playing outside would be called back inside when their parents spotted us. You would think that we'd be offended and sad, but actually we were okay. We weren't happy, but.. we were okay. Hard to explain. All we knew is that we're going free. No more secrets, lies to cover our asses, or pretending and most importantly, we've got each other so we're not totally losing everything. It was hard for me to believe that this relationship went from strangers, to friends, to best friends, to lovers and that it was built off of me being a lonely whore and Riley being the one with the genuine feelings. I'm still mad at myself for using him like I did when we first started out. That was so unfair of me, but now I don't know how to feel. I wouldn't say that I'm in love, but I feel something. I reached for his hand and he pulled it away and frowned at me.

"Don't do that!"

"Why not? Because we're in public? Everybody already knows and we're leaving," I testified.

He sighed and grabbed my hand and held it gently, "We're going to get stuff thrown at us."

"If we're lucky, it's something useful," I joked and smiled at him. He looked down at me and tried to form a smile, but couldn't. He had more of a worried look on his face. Probably because I still had bruises throughout my body from today. According to Ry, even after I fell unconscious, they still kicked me around and whatnot. I have no idea what my face looks like. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I teased again.

"Eh.. Couple bruises on your cheek there," he brushed his index finger lightly on my cheek and I felt a small sore there. "And there," he pointed to an area on my jaw. "And a cut there." He pointed to an area on my lip.. "Could have been avoided if I got up.."

"I told you once and I'm gonna tell you again.. I didn't want you involved." I gripped his hand slightly tighter. "Besides, I bet watch them pulverize me was punishment enough for you."

".. I didn't stay and watch. I left."

"Well, fine then. I should have watched my mouth in the first place." I was trying to find reasons for him not to feel bad about himself.

He chuckled once, "What you said was pretty funny. I heard you from where I was sitting."

"He should have came up with something else. I just said what was on the top on my mind," I shrugged.

"Well, then you're hella witty, I guess." He finally gave me a genuine smile, "What happened to your arm, by the way?"

"Hm?" I asked, then looked down at both my arms. I was wearing short sleeves, so my bandage was visible. "Oh, nothing." I said somewhat nervously. He finally smiled for me just a second ago. Telling him that my dad grazed me with a shotgun shell wouldn't be appropriate at this time.

"You wouldn't let me say 'nothing' by the creek in the forest so tell me," he was getting serious.

"That's an unfair argument. I plead the 5th," I smirked deviously at him.

"Oliver.." He sound like he was getting sad and worried.

I sighed, "My dad was drunk and mad. He accidentally grazed me with a shotgun shell."