Alone Together

I'll Make You Talk

Evan POV

I wake up to a gloomy, grey morning. Of course it's raining, and when in rains on Louisiana, it never stops. I look to my side to see Jonathan is still asleep, lightly snoring. I felt the butterfly effect. Damn that.

I wanted to tune the Tv on, but in order to do that, I had to find the remote. Buried deep in the bed sheets and covers. I dug around and found the remote by my feet. I pressed the power button and the news popped up on the screen. The Weather Authority is calling for torrential down poor. Floods one to two-feet high are expected. Wonderful.

If we were going to survive these high waters, we would have to go north. Again.

I shook Jonathan awake to tell him the news. He just groaned and slammed his forehead down on the wooden table near the kitchen a couple of times. Three large thuds, then he rested his head on his knuckles, with his elbow supporting the weight.

"So, we have to leave? We can't just stay here and go swimming down Main Street?" He took a sip of bottled water that he got on the way here.

"No, we can't. We would need turtle floaties, and I hate those. Ever since I was three years old" I said sarcastically and walked to the bathroom to put a more comfortable shirt on and freshen up. I walk out to Jonathan slouched over the table, all ready to go and exhausted. I felt bad for making him turn around and head back up north, but I'm not planning on going to Chicago again. Ever.

"You ready?" He asked with a hoarse morning voice.

"Yeah" I replied and grabbed my jacket. On the road again.

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We traveled miles. Stopped in Little Rock, then traveled to Dallas, where we planned to stop for a few weeks and explore. It was really our only option besides Oklahoma, but Dallas' exit was closer than Oklahoma City's, so we turned then.

"Anything you see interesting to stop at?" Jonathan asked from the drivers seat as he passed a small festival taking place on the main strip of Dallas. It hot and muggy, even in the car. With air conditioning.

"Actually, yeah. The strip mall coming up has a Journey's store, and I really need some new kicks" I looked down at my worn out high tops. They looked almost twenty-years old. I got them four years ago and I loved them so much to never step out of them. These baby's have been tracked through dog crud, I can't even know how many times.

"Shoes can wait!" Two seconds passed. "Although, my shoes are pretty stretched all to Hell and back.." He thought for a moment. "Ugh, fine. Shoes it is" he turned right into the strip mall and parked the car, that clearly has a Chicago license plate. We must look lost. I walk through Journey's, finding chucks of all colored and Vans. I'm not sure which ones I like best, so I ask Jonathan, who was getting fitted for DC's new spring basketball-like shoes. They were white with a grey mesh coating the toes and sides, with a teal tongue. Not a doubt about, he looked good in them.

"Jonathan! These-" I showed his the Vans, "or these" I then held up the chucks.

"Neither" he replied as he paid for his shoes.

"Really?! I need shoes and you won't tell me which ones look best!" I half shouted at him. He walked up to me and rested his hands on my shoulders.

"I said neither because I don't like the way they look on you. Try the DC lowriders. Also, you sound like a psychopathic bitch who's on Shark Week" he pushed past me and left the store. I was surprised actually, because when I think about, I was a bitch. I walked up to the counter. The guy who worked here asked me if I needed help and I nodded.

"Black and white DC lowriders please. Size 10 1/2".

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I got in the car and buckled my seatbelt, ready to go. My shoes were on and fitted wonderfully. I caught Jonathan looking at my shoes, then smirking. Smartass.

"You wanna check into a hotel?" I asked when I saw the sign for one. He nodded and pulled in. We got our room number and searched for it like idiots, then piled in and dived onto the bed.

"This smells so fresh!" I shouted with happiness as I breathed in the essence of lavender and cotton. It reminds me of Aunt Jane. Jonathan hummed to my statement. He's giving me the silent treatment. I hate that.

"Jonathan. Please say something. Anything!".

"Anything" he repeated mockingly. You asshole.

"I'm serious!" I laughed and walked over to where he was sitting at the table. I know exactly what will get his attention. I ran my index finger up his arm, then across his chest. He looked up immediately. I could feel the goose bumps on his body as I touch his arms. Then I ran my fingers through his hair, which needed a cut. Bad. He looked up at me yearningly, like he needed something. That something would be me. Or just sexual attention. That works too. But it's not my intention. My intention is to just get him to speak to me. That's it. Nada.

"Will you speak to me now?" I whispered in his ear and watched him shiver.

"Y-yes. I'll speak to you".

"Good" I walked away and laid back down on the bed and turned the Tv on.

"As I was saying, this bed is so comfortable. And you're response would be-?" I loved to annoy him. It was my profession.

"Wow Evan. I didn't know! Omg! Can I like, lay down with you and tease you so you'll talk to me? Oh my gosh! Tehe!" He mocked rich white girl trash to me. Which I had to laugh, because it was spot on a spoiled brat. He then walked over and plummeted down onto the bed, sending the bed bouncing from the sudden impact of new added weight.

"You're a dick" I looked over at him and saw he was looking back at me. He smiled knowingly and intwined them across his stomach. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. I don't know how I'm going to tell him, but I want too now. I can't just yet though. We haven't known each other long enough to even have real feelings. But I know what I feel, whether he feels them or not. I need to express them, but how? That's my only problem. What if he doesn't accept me right away, or if he pushes me away once I tell him?

There are too many what if's and risks. That I don't need.