Strange Lands. ~ A Mileven Fanfiction. (COMPLETED!!)

Chapter Seven:- "Fun."

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As Mike drove the car, only silence remained.

Suddenly, Eleven's stomach started to rumble.

"You hungry?", asked Michael, still in shock from what had happened before.

Jane nodded and looked down at her stomach.

"Don't worry, I'll find us a place to eat. And maybe somewhere to stay too."

Shortly after, the car took a turn to a rest stop where fast food restaurants, restrooms and a hotel was.

The two 17-year-olds got out of the car and purchased some food. As they made their way back outside, Michael sneakily stole a man's wallet.

"What are you doing?!", asked Eleven.

"We need money for the hotel, right?"

"You do that? Steal?"

"Yeah. My dad thinks I'm a 'disgrace to the family'."

"But-"

"I look like a well-educated boy and I'm all nice and charming and bla, bla, bla. Well I'm not."

"I was going to say, why would your dad think you're a disgrace? Yeah, your nice, but you're fun and really kind too."

"Nice and kind are the same thing."

"Oh right."

Michael chuckled before getting closer to Jane. "Thanks no-one has ever said something like that to me."

"You're welcome."

The Mike closer with those eyes that look so deeply into Janeien's own. Her breathing became softer, the pensive look melted into a smile as soft as the morning light. Her body squirmed just a little as her muscles relaxes. There was something about Michael's gaze of his Jane would never find in another person, as if in that moment their souls had made a bridge.

"Uh... I'll go get us a room. Or two if you'd like.", said the 17-year-old quickly

"No, no, one room is fine I'll sleep somewhere else.", replied Jane before letting Michael enter the hotel.

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A while later, Mike came back with some keys, "Let's go. Room 17, fourth floor."

Eleven followed Michael into the hotel and to their room and turned the light on before quickly shutting the blinds.

"I can sleep on the couch."

"No, I'll sleep there, you can sleep on the bed. Besides, it's big."

"Thanks."

"Sure, no problem."

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"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"On you're neck.", said Eleven as she pointed the marks on Michael's neck.

"Those? Hickeys."

"What are... hickeys?"

"You don't know what hickeys are?"

Jane shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's like when you make out with someone, they can leave a mark somewhere on your body."

"Ew gross."

"Why do you act such like a 12-year-old?", asked Mike jokingly.

Suddenly, Janeien's heart dropped and her breathing quickened.

"Whoa, what's the matter."

"I still act like a 12-year-old?"

"It was just a joke. What's wrong?"

"Do you know when I told you about working in the CIA and that whole thing with your hand."

"Yeah, so what?"

"When I was 12, because of my 'supernatural abilities' I was...locked away."

"Oh...right. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"No,no, it's fine. It's just I haven't really known much since I was 12."

"Well then why don't we do something, for the years you've missed."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean it's nice to have fun once in a while."

"O-okay."

"It'll be fun."

"Fun."

"Yeah."

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