*Tyson’s POV*
So warm.. And soft…and small….perfect. I snuggle closer to Quinn, hugging him more tightly to my chest. He yawns a little, letting em know that he is like-wise awake but to tired to do much. He twists in my arms so we’re face to face and rubs our noses together.
“Do you have to be adorable?” I yawn “I just woke up…”
He pecks his lips against mine “It’s your fault for making me in love with you…”
“Ahh” I make a noise of understanding “In that case, I’d say sorry, but I’m not..”
He nuzzles his head to my chest and I sincerely hope we never have to move again. I could just hold him against me forever… and ever… and…
“Sorry to disturb, but I think you’ll appreaicate the heads up” Laurens’s voice barks, standing in the doorway as she had alst night, watching us make-out. She really liked killing the moment, didn’t she? I sit up a little, Quinn still leaning into me. “Heath is getting the cops..”
That wakes me up. I jump to my feet, pulling Quinn with me. I gap at her, totally shocked. Getting the..? “Quinn grab our stuff” I tell him, eying Lauren. She snorts though, and this makes my insides chill. Quinn has stopped to.. Our stuff is not where we left it…
“Look, here’s the deal. Life on the street sucks ass, so I see this as doing you a favour. Heath is going to the cops and turning you in. it seems your parents put out a reward for information leading to your safe retrun” she waves her wrist indifferently “So basically… you have five minutes to try and escape? And we took your stuff..” she turns and disappears.
My teeth clench and I step after her “That bitch…” I spit.
But Quinn, teary eyed Quinn, wraps himself around my arm. “No Tyson, it’s no use. She has our stuff anyways, so we might as well just wait here” he sniffs “I knew something bad would happen.. I just… it’s so hard to be away from you” he whimpers, his emotions shinning through his eye’s “And at school…” he shudders “I just can’t take it anymore”
I wrap him safely in my arms “Shh… don’t talk like that…. It scares me…”
“Why?” he asks, looking up to gaze in my eyes “If we were dead…”
I squeze him roughly against me “You’re not going anywhere” I whisper gruffly.
“No that’s right” he shouts, pushing me so hard I stumble backwards into a theatre chair. A moment later he’s on my lap, straddling me from the hips. “You’re the one who gets to go away and have atleast something of a family. Because my real dad is dead, remember? So I’m stuck with the family who doesn’t want me, and the only thing worth living for, is at some catholic school corrupting poor little school boys…” he sighs, and his lips come down to meet mine.
“You’re so wrong…” I tell him holding his face away from mine.
“About what?” he asks dully, trying to push our faces together in a kiss.
“Me” I reply, letting him kiss me for a moment “All I ever do is think about you..”
He pauses in tyring to attack me with his lips for a moment. “Good..” he finally decides.
We listen and hear the distant echo of a door breaking open and mulitple footsteps. Well, the police were here.. That didn’t mean we couldn’t kiss awhile. I grab the back of his neck and bring his lips down to mine. Our kiss gets more and more desperate as the footsteps get closer. We know. We know we’re about to be pulled apart again, locked into separate worlds for as long as it took…
