10 Hours (HS)

9:05 pm

"I can't hear anything." I say.

What if everyone is dead. Even the bad guys. How long would the cops wait before busting into the bank? Would they think we were all alive and busting in could jeopardize our safety? How long would they wait?

"The vault blocks out all sound. Gun fire...we might be able to hear that, but I just don't know. We're OK. You're scared. Talk to me." Harry says.

I'm still laying on him. Nothing could EVER be better then this.

Well....maybe a few things.

"Do you have any pets?" I ask.

"My mom does, two dogs. Lance and Gwen. I'd love to have a dog or cat, but I'm just not home enough. Wouldn't be fair to them."

"Gwen and Lance, like in Camelot?"

"Yep. You like Shakespeare?" He says.

"I do, but Poe is my favorite."

"Ah, Poe's good. Favorite story?"

"Tell Tale Heart."

"Tell Tale Heart, classic Poe. I like Murders in the Rue Morgue."

I've never known anyone who liked
Poe and Shakespeare. Most people my age read fan fiction, if they read at all.

"What do you do when you're by yourself, to relax, besides read?" I ask.

Harry's hand moves up and down my arm as he talks.

God, I could stay like this forever.

"I take pictures, write. I like to cook. What about you?"

"I like to cook too. I bake the best chocolate chip cookies. I write poetry and listen to music, usually at the same time."

"Mmm, cookies are good. What kind of music do you like?"

"A lot of different stuff. My mom grew up in the 80's so I know tons of 80's bands. I like country. Obviously pop. You?"

His heartbeat is strong. Slow and steady. Calming.

"I listen to about anything. Not into techno or rap really. My mom, she likes 80's stuff too. My dad listens to a lot of 70's. There's so many great songs from other generations that people don't know about because they're only listening to current music. Too bad. Amazing song writers from those decades."

"If you hadn't become a singer, a songwriter, what would you have done with your life?"

I really have no idea what he'll say here.

"I've often thought about that. I mean, nothing's forever right? If suddenly everyone stopped liking us, what would I do with the rest of my life? I love kids. Probably something working with them."

Of course. Lux.

"I went to school for a while, cosmetology, but realized I liked grooming my dogs more then I did working on people's hair. Dropped out of college, been working as a waitress ever since, not my life's goal, but OK for now."

"Do you still cut hair? I could use some help with mine. When we get out of here, maybe you could cut it for me."

"Never!" I say. What is he thinking?!

"Aw, why not? I bet you'd do a great job."

"I would, but...you shouldn't cut your hair."

"You like it long."

Fuck yes.

"You don't?"

Course if I cut it, I'd have my hands in it.