Achromatic Adventure

Turstin

I looked Xaun up and down slowly. I loved photography as much as I loved remember every detail of a person. Burning every detail about them into my brain. Only to be snuffed out when the situation got too hot for the fires to continue burning. Xaun was wearing his favorite black oversized hoodie, black sweatpants or "joggers", and his black and orange sneakers. The lights in my room made the piercings in his face almost sparkle. What a beautifully created human. It's a shame that he hates himself so much. 

"A night on the town? Or a late night run?" I giggled, cupping my hand over my mouth. "What exactly are we planning to do on this "night on the town", teach a gym class?" I sat on my bed and began pulling my long auburn hair into a bun. 

"You got a problem with the way I am dressed mate?" Xaun's voice boomed before he began to chuckle loudly. 

I quickly jumped up from my bed and cupped his mouth with one hand, and the back of his head with the other. "Are you trying to get us both killed?" 

Xaun mumbled under his breath but it was muffled by my hands. I could feel him attempting to lick the hand i had closest to his lips so i would set him free. 

"Oh you think your spit is going to make me let you go? I have a two older brothers and a younger one, you definitely cannot gross me out that easily." I whispered with as much sass as I could muster. 

Xaun put his arms around my waist and pulled me down on my bed on top of him. I quickly released his mouth from my custody in an attempt to catch myself. I rolled off of him and sad next to him trying my best not to yell or blow our cover. "What was that?" I whispered angrily. 

Xaun stood up in front of me and put his hands in his hoodie pockets. Nonchalant. The textbook definition for Xaun Simmons. If you asked him, he was never bothered by anything. That's rich coming from someone who wants to be a bother to everyone else. Especially me. 

"I was TRYING to get you to let me go. And I succeeded. Now, are you going to put some clothes on? Or do you plan to go out in nothing but a big t shirt and your sailor moon underwear?" Xaun whispered sarcastically. 

For someone who claimed to not know the difference between serious conversations and sarcasm, he seemed pretty educated on the matter to me. I huffed and puffed as i crossed my arms. "You haven't even said where we are going, how am i supposed to know what to wear?" 

"Have it your way then." Xaun sighed. 

I watched him quietly open my window, and before I knew it he had me in his arms standing outside my window in the grass. I gasped as the cold night air kissed the hairs on my arms and legs. Xaun slowly shut my window and off we went. He loved being able to show off how high he could jump and how quickly he could move. Since before he could remember he always had that ability. He drove his mother absolutely crazy. Always hiding things in places she couldn't reach before she even knew they were gone. Now I guess it was my turn to be tortured. What a punishment. I thought as i wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his chest. He always smelled like hazelnuts and tobacco. One of my many favorite odd pairings. I loved it when we would sneak out together and go on adventures. Sometimes the fire burning too close to me was warm and inviting. Sometimes the smoke was too thick for me to see. Other times, I could feel the burn and knew I shouldn't be out with him. No matter which outcome, I usually always went. 

As we flew through the cold breeze and the leaves fell off of the branches we passed by, I began to fall back asleep. Slowing my breathing and loosening my grip around Xaun's neck as he continued to carry me to our destination through the trees. 

When i began to wake up I was snuggled up to Xaun on an oversized sleeping bag. I could hear the material rustling underneath me as i rolled over to lay on my back. "I didn't realize our night on the town included watching you sleep." Xaun sighed, sounding almost irritated at the fact that I had needed more rest.