Let's go Together

The Diner

"Oh, Jasper-" was all I could get out. I felt like I was abused by his soon-to-be stepfather. It also hurt I hadn't known this, that he didn't tell me.

"I'm so-i couldn't tell-" he had started to say, but he was sobbing. I went to sit next to him, to comfort him. "Jas, if he hurts you again, tell me, please." I said, as I started to cry, too. "We are going to the police tomorrow-" but he cut me off short

"We are NOT telling anyone, Sam, he will hurt me more if he finds out we-told-" he was sobbing even harder, now.

I considered it for a little while, "Ok, only of you come to me beat up, will I tell another soul."

He nodded microscopically, and leaned into my shoulder, as if he needed my help to sit up. I put my arm around him, and took his hand. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, but he finally laid down to sleep, spacing ourselves well, my hand still in his.

THE NEXT MORNING

The next moring, I woke up with Jaspers' rag of hair in my face, and it suprised me so much, I almost hit him. Almost saying I couldn't, because my hand was still in his, tightly bound. I sat up, and looked at him. He was on his back, looking at me, smiling. He was taking his time to sit up, only speaking to me when he was proped up on his elbows, still smiling. "Good morning, Samara" I ruffled his hair and dragged him out of my bed as I ran to his car.

He knew where to take us.

AT THE DINER

As we walked in the Diner, Martha, our friend/waiter, greeted us and told us to go sit. I ran over to our booth, getting the seat we always fought over. It was right next to a picture we always admired.  It was of the woods, a light pink tint over the whole thing. I never knew why we loved it, we just did.

Martha came and took our order

"I'll have the usual," I said, which was eggs and sausage.

"Uggh, you always get that, what if I don't want it?" Jasper complained, we always shared half of our breakfast with each other.

"Fine, I will get the Gravy and Hash and a Diet Mnt. Dew." I said, smirking at Jasper.

"I will get the Mickey Mouse Flapjacks. Also, a coffee." He said. The flapjacks were just regular flapjacks in a Mickey Mouse shape.

Martha nodded, leaving to the kitchen.

I laughed, and looked at him. He was so cute.

"So," he said, looking me in the eyes,"if I asked you to go anywhere with me, anywhere at all, would you?"

"Honestly?" I said.

"Honestly."

I considered this, I'm not sure where the question came from, but I answered with "Honestly, yes. Yes I would go anywhere with you."

He smiled a huge smile, then chuckled lightly. "Okay, Sammy."

A few minutes later, Martha came with our steaming food. We thanked her, and she went to check another table. We ate in silence, most of the time we ate. It was sorta an unspoken rule between us.

AT SAMARAS' HOUSE

We got to my house, and we ran upstairs and , admittingly, made a ruckus.  We gathered our craft making supplies. We were about to start as I we heard a knock at the door. I looked at him, confused. We didn't have any other friends, which we were fine with, so I couldn't think of why someone would knock.

It was my mother. "SAMARA! Where were you! we looked all over the house for you! Your Father and I were worried! We called you, too!" Only then did I realize I didn't tell anyone I was going to The Diner. Or even bother to bring my phone. Oopsies? I looked at Jaspers' face, who was turning red from stifling a laugh. I looked back at my mother, who was still angry, but I found a small bit of relief in her eyes.

"Oh, sorry, Mom! Since you were out so late, I thought you and Dad would be asleep."

She left sighing, rubbing her temple.

Once she left the doorway, closing the door, Jasper busted out laughing. I went over and punched his shoulder hard. After he settled down from his laughing fit, he went over to sit on my bed and sat with his back up against the wall. I sat next to him, with my laptop. I turned it to a different documentary from last night.

Jasper loved to make me paper flowers when ever he would come over, which (now that I think about it), was mostly everyday. So today, he was making green roses, listening to the documentary.

I was watching him as he made the flowers as this question popped into my head.

"Does your mom know your here?"

He sighed before answering,"I'm guessing the answer I have is the wrong one, so, yes she does"

"Call her, Jas." I said as I handed him my phone.

"She is at work, and I'm not calling you-know-who."

I sighed "You're calling her when she does get home. And, yes you can stay the night again."

He looked at me as if I knew him too well, which I did.