Runaway

IV

I roll over to see an awkwardly positioned boy snoring like a pig. I can't help but to giggle to myself. I lay there, my eyes focused on him and only him. I take this time to observe him.

His chocolatey brown hair was long and messy. His skin looked gentle and it was tan. His face was full of soft freckles with shades of pink escaping. His face was kind and could make anyone feel safe.

He looked like the kind of guy who won over all the girls by just shooting a smirk their way. But he also looked like the kind of guy that could give you the world and love you with everything he's got.

Even though he looked trustworthy I knew I couldn't tell him anything.

I got lost in thought and hadn't realized he had woken up and noticed me staring. He interrupted my deep thinking with a smile and a few softly spoken words.

"Good morning, sunshine."

My mind snapped back to reality and I looked away, embarrassed. My cheeks started to blush at the realization that he caught me staring.

"Oh uh, g-good morning." I stuttered, my cheeks overcome with a naturally bright pink tone.

He chuckled to himself and let out a big yawn while stretching his arms. He ruffled his hand through his messy hair as he sat up.

"Breakfast?" I ask as I quickly get up from where I had slept.

"More deer?" He whined.

"Berries and oats, actually." I rolled my eyes. "It's good, trust me." I looked at him and he let out a wide grin.

"Sounds good then." He moved himself towards the edge of the bed, still half asleep.

"Good." I turned away and smiled, hoping he wouldn't see.

He yawned again as he got up from the bed and limped over to where I was standing. He gazed at me before speaking.

"Starting to warm up to me now, aren't you?" I looked at his lopsided smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I replied with no emotion in my face or my voice.

He moved closer and placed his lips against my ear.

"I saw that smile." He whispered. His warm breath tickled my cold skin. I stepped away and turned towards him.

"A smile doesn't mean anything." My voice was harsh and cold.

"For you it does."

I turned back to what I was doing before he interrupted.

"Hot or cold?" I tried changing the subject.

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Do you want your berries and oats hot or cold?" I looked back at him waiting for an answer.

"Uh, hot I guess." He gave up at whatever his intentions were and sat back down on the bed.

"You don't happen to have any ice, do you?" He asked starting to unravel the wrap around his ankle.

I quickly made my way to where he was sitting and kneeled down. I grasped his ankle and finished unraveling the wrap. It looked nasty and bruised. It had turned a deeper blue and purple.

"Don't move it." I demanded as I got up and grabbed a bag of ice from the cooler I had in the corner.

I started wrapping the medical wrap over the ice pack that was placed on his sprained ankle. He reached over and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. He kept his gaze on me.

"There, that should reduce the swelling." I looked up at him, meeting my eyes with his.

"Thanks.." He said slowly.

There was a long pause.

"Your breakfast is probably ready." I got up quickly, breaking the tension.

We ate in silence.