World Of Silhouettes

Twenty-Nine

I stare at him in shock. He admitted it. 

His eyes look into mine, questioning me. This time, I lean in and kiss him. He has a minty scent that makes me tingle with excitement. 

"Theres your answer," I say. "I love you." 

He smiles softly. He doesn't have  care in the world, I do. 

"Grey," I say softly. The horrible sensation of reality setting in hits me. 

He looks at me, searching my face for regret. 

"How will this work?" I ask. "With you wanting to be a leader, me, having to complete my mission. . . we have to clash, eventually. I don't want to do that."

He stares at the sky. "I don't know how it will work," He says. "All I know is that we both love each other."  He shakes his head. He is so perfect, why can't I accept things for what they are? I was always the over-thinker. 

"Is being a leader so important to you?" 

Silence. 

"Grey, you don't have to do this! You could-" 

"Scarlet," He commands. I shut up, a hurt expression on my face. He looks at me and shakes his head. 

"Sorry," He squeezes my arm. "I just don't know yet. I really did try not to fall in love with the enemy, I did." 

"So did I." I say. "And it isn't because you are some bad boy or anything. That only happens in books." He laughs at me. And smiles out of the blue. 

"So, what was it?" He asks me, pulling my face into his own. My cheeks burn and I look away. 

"Was it because I'm handsome?" He questions. I roll my eyes. 

"Stoopppp," I plead.

"So am I handsome, Scarlet?" He puts on a smile that only a certain type of people can wear, the smile of one who has never been ugly. 

I kiss his cheek and grin at his surprise, he looks down at me, confused. "No. You are just plain adorable."  

"Likewise," He says, pinching my cheeks. My cheeks heat up. Why is it he can be so calm about these things and I can't? 

"Haha. Not funny. Im not cute, I am a savage-boss-girl." I mean it, too. I am not cute at all. Right?

He rolls his eyes. 

"Sure," He says, mockingly.   I shoot him a glare, but he doesn't care. He smiles at me as he pulls us against a tree. We don't kiss or anything like that, we just sit here, watching the day go by. All I can say is that I couldn't be more content. He rests his chin on my hair, and watches two upset chipmunks, fight over some nuts. 

"Are you nervous?" He asks. I shake my head. 

"Why does every single person I talk to today ask me that?" He chuckles. "No, I'm not really scared. I guess you could say I'm excited. I mean, I haven't even been in a car before, let alone the second wall. Do you know how to drive a car, Grey?" I ask. He nods. 

"Its a pretty fast one," He says. "Nothing like the crap the guys around here use for the military."

"How did you get your hands on something that expensive?" I ask, amused. This boy always has some way. . .

"A lot of people owe me favors." He says, in a way that means to stop talking about that. 

"I want to learn how to drive when I get in the second wall." I state. 

"I don't think you'll have time for that," He says, "driving lessons isn't exactly what you'll be there for." 

"Bruce said he would take me," I tell him. His grip on me tightens, and loosens. I caught that.