Control

Twenty Eight

I was smiling as we watched The Walking Dead. Justin periodically would kiss the top of my head, and wrap his arms around me tighter. I loved his company. I loved him holding me.

"Time for season five," he says. I smiled as he stood up, and put in the new disk. We got comfortable again, and began watching.

He held my wrist for a moment. It didn't hurt because of the brace.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks. I shook my head. "You could have been seriously hurt. I'm happy you only have this," he remarks. I chuckled, and hugged him tightly. "So, how'd it go?"

"How'd what go?"

"The cleaning after school, silly."

"Oh, yeah. Pretty well. We worked on the beach and..." I looked up at him. I could lie to Sam. I could lie to Jaime. But Justin was different. And I didn't want him thinking I had a lot of secrets from him. I didn't want him mad at me if he found out.

"Yo, Raylin, you ok?" He asks. I shook my head. "What's wrong? Did something happen when you were there?" I shook my head again.

"I l-lied," I say, getting it out as quickly as possible. He gave me a confused look. "I can't lie to you. Sam and Jaime, I can. But I just can't lie to you. I'm not going and cleaning stuff up, and helping the school. They don't even have a program for that," I admitted.

"So what are you doing?" He asks, pausing the show with one press to his remote. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not.

"There are these people. I met them a bit ago.. they say what I have is more then just telekinesis. And there are other people. And there's this building. It's called MRC or MCR, I forget. But, I'm going there so I can... well, I don't exactly know how to explain it. And I told you because I don't want you mad if you found out I was lying, and.. yeah.." He gives me a smile.

"I wouldn't have been mad. It's something that's not my business. What you don't tell me is what you think is right," he says. I smiled.

"You really are amazing," I replied, hugging him again. He chuckled, and pressed play.

"Tell me something I don't know," he says. I laughed, and kissed his lips before turning my attention to the TV. He pressed play, and I smiled. I loved this.

I'm happy the old school didn't work out.
~

When I got home, I headed straight for bed. As boring of a day it was, it was still more stress.

I changed into pajamas, and grabbed a book.

I was up reading for about fifteen minutes before I heard Sam walking up.

"Bed so early? It's only eight."

"Eh. I'm tired. I did get hit by a car," I replied. He shrugged, and walked back down. I put my book down, and turned off the light.

Me: Oh my god, I'm tired

Justin: then get sleep, silly.

Me: Ugghhh, I'll just lay here for a half an hour before I fall asleep.

Justin: Well, considering what ya now hafta go through, I bet your tired. Get some sleep. You're gonna need it for tomorrow.

Me: Eh. You're right. Night.

Justin: Night baby.

The little name made my gut tingle. I felt a stupid grin spread across my face as I read his message again. I found myself doing that a lot lately.

I turned my phone off, still wearing the same stupid grin.