Growing up Together

Chapter 19

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Chapter nineteen

23rd of June 2016

The next morning:

I can't describe the feeling of when you are given something that you have been missing for so long. Not like an object but an actual piece of you missing. The feeling of being reunited with that piece is indescribable. You just get so filled with bliss that ever worry you ever had just disintegrates.

You don't worry or care about anything besides how much you love that piece and how you could never survive without it again.

That's how I'm feeling now as I wake up in Jared's arms.

Neither of us move or speak but we both know the other is awake. We just need to hold each other and revel in the absolute perfect moment between us. Because soon life will butt its head in and we'll have to go back to our normal lives only now we are together.

I don't care what anyone might think when they find out we are together, or how mad my dad will be when we tell him Jared is Sam's father.

For once life has to wait for us and we will draw it out for as long as we can.

"Happy birthday." He whispers tracing over my back as we snuggle together.

I turn my body to face him more only to find him grinning at me.

It isn't a funny grin or a smug grin; it's a content grin that someone only gets when they are the happiest person on the planet.

I grin back and shift over so I can kiss him sweetly.

He grins against my lips and wraps his arms around me so he can pull me onto his chest.

And we spend the next few minutes with me laying on top of him as we just look into each other's eyes.

"I don't want to upset you or anything, but why are you okay with me now? I thought you hated me, I didn't understand why though." He says with a cute frown forming between his brows.

I frown at being reminded that I was tricked into hating him and explain everything Dean, Luke and Nick had told me the day before.

When I'm finished Jared looks like he wants to rip off his friends' heads and I don't blame him, so did I., In fact, I still do.

"Those asses. I'm just glad they decided to fess up." He mutters bitterly.

I don't like him looking so angry and sad so I peck his lips which has his smile returning.

But then I remember something my mom had mentioned and my curiosity becomes the best of me, as it usually does.

"Jared, my mom told me the night you guys got back that you said something to her about the reason you left after school. I thought you left just because you wanted to become a rock star." I state, my question seeping through the cracks and demanding to get the attention they deserve.

Jared seems taken back by my sudden change of subject but embarrassment and shame cover it quickly.

Why does he look like that?

Is this question too touchy for him?

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I assure quickly.

I don't want to upset him.

He smiles and shakes his head as he shifts into a sitting position.

"No, it's okay. I left because I was a wuss really, I wanted to go but mainly I was just afraid to stay. My dad had contacted me a few months earlier and said he wanted to see me sometime after I graduated. So I freaked, organized with the boys to leave and ran." His voice is soft as he watches his hands on my hips and his face goes a light shade of red.