Quarantine

Moving company

The ride back would be short, and I looked at Charles once more as he restlessly fiddled with the axe. Jackson, and Rose had finished loading up the stuff, and we were currently waiting for them to make sure that the road was clear. If we took any longer they would assume that we were dead.

One, The life I have.
Two, the times I walk.
Three, people I've killed
....

I thought about the two men, and the girl... I already forgot her name. I shook the thought away, and stood up as Jackson came into view with that shotgun of his. Rose followed behind with a pistol strapped to her hip. They looked badass when they showed up. The only thing they were missing was leather jackets, and a motorcycle.

"I'll be up front driving. There's room for two more in the front." Jackson stated smoothly.

I immediately said, "I'll sit in the back. No need for me to be up front."

I took a glance at Rose, and Jackson seemed to thank me silently with his eyes.

"I'll sit in the back as well. I think you two have some time to catch up on." Stated Charles with a devilish glint in his eyes that hid behind a breath taking smile.

His smile made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn't help but notice how he glanced over at me once he said it. I nodded my agreement, and I saw him slacken a bit. I realized that I was hoping he'd sit with me in the back.

Am I.... in love? With him? I barely know him...

Jackson's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Alright! Everything is ready to go! Rose, I'll need you to show me the way to this house. Expect a slow drive."

I looked back, and couldn't help but feel a little happy about the thought of spending time with Charles alone.

Why do I feel this way for him?

My mind wandered to the way he swung the axe. How his arms tensed up before swinging, and then relaxed through the ark. His chest straining at times to remove the head from its victim. I was in awe with how he unknowingly left me speechless. His jawline untouched by blemishes, and a slight scar traced on his forehead.

I'll ask about that later.

Charles and I closed the van's back door after Rose finally situated herself upfront. She seemed nervous to leave us in the back, but Jackson reassured her with a slight peck on the lips. She closed the door, and Charles sunk to the floor slowly. I sat down, and we were both out of view from the small window.

Charles looked at me, and I lazily spun the knife in circles on the metal floor.

"Ethan. I... need to tell you something." Charles said hesitantly. His eyes glued to mine.

I looked up, and with a quizzical look said, "What is it Charles?"

He glanced down, and then looked back at my face before saying softly."I'm... gay."

Those words were like a blow to the heart, but it didn't hurt. I stopped spinning the knife, and looked at his reaction. He seemed as if he was waiting for a reply. He wanted a reply, or more of needed one.

"Charles..." he watched me with fear in his eyes, "I'm so glad you said that."

His fear vanished in a second as a tear slipped down his face. I myself held back the thought of being gay. I didn't enjoy the thought, but it did make sense. It would explain all the things I felt towards him. We sat there in the back, and we're both startled when the engine finally started.