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Minutes passed before the uneasy sound of the train bell tolled from the train light, piercing the atmosphere. JJ and I comfortably and quietly sat on the healthy and dry grass, beside the heavy motorcycle that stood on the long metal kickstand.
A deep and uneasy breath slipped out of my mouth, while my long and tan legs were tightly stuffed into my flushed and smooth chest, while my long arms were holding them in place.
"It's okay. It's okay. It's gonna work. It's gonna work. Relax." He softly comforted me while my light eyes snapped towards the gorgeous and soft blonde boy, discovering him already gazing at me.
"I'm just feeling queasy. Like I'm dying back here. I'm on this damn random island, embezzling our gold back, and we can get thrown in jail if caught. Topper's freaking rubbing off on me, this is distressing." I groaned out, lightly stomping one of my sneakers back onto the grass like a stupid brat.
"There's nowhere to possibly shove the cross, like as if it could fit in my bra." I began rapidly rambling beside the blonde boy, while we maintained our deep eye contact until the lovely boy gently chuckled.
"Why are you cracking up, dude?" I questioned, furrowing my thick eyebrows together, watching him momentarily shut his mouth.
"Number one, it's because of your joke. Two, you'd be surprised with how many things could fit in there." I caught his light eyes flashed down to my flushed chest, and gently slipped a small huff.
"Hey. Don't be gross." I admonished the pouge, driving my exposed shoulder into his muscular arm, quickly cracking him out of his sight, and earning his full awareness once more.
"Sorry." He muttered.
"It's cute though." I switched up my sentiments before I slipped a small snort, watching a small smirk curl on his thin and gentle lips.
As moments grew, we deeply gazed into each other, thriving smirks and slipping laughs like we were the best of friends like before. Behaving as if nothing happened between us I interlocked our hands and accepted our clean slate. New era. New path. We were both running off of the title nobody could understand. Something we couldn't understand either. Nonetheless, it was better than not asking each other any questions, and proceeding with living like normal and keeping going to avoid conflict. Yet, it was eating me alive. I was desperate to know what the hell we were in this fucked up world that ruined us. What he thinks about us now. What he believed he needed help with. I just wanted to be there and help my pretty boy as much as I could. But he didn't need me, he didn't want to harm me, drag me down, ravage me. But I would go through hell and back for him. As a best friend and a girlfriend. There's no limit.
