Secrets

Midnight Muses

Jasper lay asleep in his bed, an arm above his head as he slept quietly. His glasses and inhaler sat next to each other on his nightstand, waiting for their use in the morning. It was somewhere around twelve o' clock, and the neighborhood was silent. His mother was asleep in her room downstairs, and the house was dark like pitch.

Calvin was walking down the street Jasper lived on, striding noiselessly towards his house. It was a week after everything had happened, and he was growing paranoid. Did anyone know about them? What would happen to Jasper if anyone did know? He wasn't so much worried about himself, he could simply stare someone down if they said anything about it. Jasper, however, wasn't as strong as him, didn't have as many people to turn to.

So Calvin walked on towards his house, thoughts running rampant in his mind. He saw Jasper's house a few houses down and picked up his speed. If he took any longer to get there it would be too late to say anything. Jasper already looked as if wasn't getting much sleep anyway, and even if he was he didn't look like he slept well. So he didn't want to keep him up too long. He would have called, but something this personal was something he knew should be spoken about in person. And he couldn't wait until tomorrow at school, it had to be now.

He crossed Jasper's front lawn and looked up at his window. Taking in a deep breath, he grabbed onto the trellis that clung to the brick wall and started upward. He moved one hand at a time, one foot at a time, taking extra measures to ensure he made no noise. If anyone saw him doing this he knew they would call the police or ask him what in the world he was doing climbing the side of a house. As his window grew closer, his heart beat faster. 'Why am I doing this? This is too drastic... I should just do this tomorrow,' he thought. He continued his ascension. 'No, I'm already here, what's the point in leaving now? And besides...'

He didn't finish the thought as he gripped the sill of the window. He hefted himself up and stood on the roof that covered the porch, looking around. He could see almost the whole neighborhood from here, and suddenly he knew why Jasper chose such a high-up room. It made him feel bigger, stronger, more in control of himself and his life. It gave him new perspective, made him feel new. And suddenly, he felt sad and depressed. 'Jasper doesn't know what it's like to live without fear of another person, no matter who it is,' he realized. He looked through his window, watched him breathing under the bedsheets. He looked so peaceful laying there that Calvin didn't want to wake him up. 'Still.'

Taking hold of the bottom of the window, he lifted the glass pane up gently. The window slid upwards with ease, and Calvin wondered why he kept his windows unlocked. 'Maybe he just forgets,' he concluded. He pushed the curtains aside and looked down at the floor to make sure that he wouldn't step on anything, and then crouched through the window. His feet touched the carpet of Jasper's room and he instantly felt at home. He took a second to breathe in the room, to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Turning to the window, he shut it and drew the curtains closed.

He stepped over to Jasper's bed and gazed at the sleeping boy. Jasper turned slightly and Calvin smiled. "Cute," he said under his breath. He shook him a few times, and, finding that Jasper slept ridiculously soundly, huffed in slight frustration.

Propping himself against the wall, Calvin quietly moved overtop of him and barely made a creak in the bed. Jasper shifted for half a second, then remained still. Calvin let out a relieved sigh then whispered, "Jas. Jasper... Jasper." He shook him again, but he didn't open his eyes. "God, how heavy a sleeper are you?"

He bent down close to his face and said again, "Jas, wake up." He pressed his lips against his and held his face gently, and that was when he felt him gasp awake.

"Mm!" Jasper tried to move away, unknowing of who it was and scared out of his wits. He pushed against Calvin's chest and squirmed beneath him.

"Jas! Jasper, it's me!" Calvin hissed, pinning him against the bed. The sophomore almost immediately calmed down as he grew accustomed to the darkness in the room. His eyes made out the faint glow of Calvin's face, his light hair, and he fumbled for his inhaler as he felt his lungs constrict.