Creating a New Neverland

Ch.11- The Time Together

When everything comes into focus, I can see a figure sitting next to me. My first instinct is to call out, but as my eyes readjust, I can see it's Jesse. The heaviness in my eyes melts away. I push my self up.

"Jesse," I call to him hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm here," he responds in a sweet voice pulling his chair closer to the bed.

"What happened? Aren't you supposed to be in your own room until tomorrow?"

"Moni, it is tomorrow."

"What? What even happened? Are my parents here?"

"You became unconscious after you were screaming and clutching your head," a look of concern dwells in his eyes. "You've been knocked out since then. And your parents left to go change since they've been here all night. I came straight here after they let me go," he says sweetly. "Crap I forgot, I have to go get a nurse!"

He gets up and kisses my forehead. Then walks out. My head is spinning as if it's running laps around a penny. I decide to quickly pop into Neverland to distract from the pain. The nurse should take a little time to get here and when she does, she'll snap me out of it. I close my eyes and relax.

My savior is standing in front of me, he gestures me forward and I walk toward him. But he disappears into thin air, being replaced by a mirror. I'm in my bikini. But as I look closer in the mirror, I realize that the scars and cuts on my hips are showing, so this can't be my bikini. All of the sudden Neverland Jesse appears behind me. He grabs my hips slightly. He traces the small cuts on the front of my hip bones. I close my eyes and lean on him. The real Jesse been nothing but amazing, giving me a sense that somehow this vacation is happening. I just wish that this moment wasn't with Neverland Jesse, but the real Jesse back at the hospital.

"Beautiful," he whispers in my ears chilling my spine from his breath.

He kisses my cheek and kisses my jaw. Then he steps to my side and on his abs is the word secrets carved by a blade. Some are scarred over, while others are still bleeding.

I snap awake. That was by far the strangest trip ever, not even close to the real vacation though.

I wake just in time. I see the nurse rounding the corner into the room. She pulls up be my bed wheeling a cart. She take my pulse and oxygen levels. She does tests to see if there is any visible damage to me. I say how many fingers she holds up, recite my abc's to test my memory and a few other drills. She says I check out just fine and my MRI was just fine no damage to my head as a blacked out. But no one knows what caused it, except me. I could tell Jesse. He might believe me because it happened to him too. But then what good would it do? We'll probably start to invest all of our time in figuring this all out, it'll waste my vacation when all I want is to be with him. Alone.

There's always someone lurking near, or one of us staying in the hospital. And I can tell he wants to be with me too. I ruined our moment at the pool by overreacting. As I think about the pool, my hand reaches down toward my back and I feel the rough dried blood. I pull my hands away as Jesse walk through the foggy glass-like doors.

I follow him with my eyes, watching him walk across the room, and display a smirk. He just laughs at me. I crinkle my nose and shake my head a little, he just laughs harder at me. I just think of all the times I have made Jesse laugh these past few days. Many times he has made me laugh, and I him. This just makes me smile because, 'Laughter is a language that everyone speaks, some more than others.' I remember this from a poster on my teacher's wall. And it has always gotten through to me because before this trip I was a lost lonely girl that hadn't spoken 'Laughter' in a long time. This trip is drastically changing me, I don't know if I can keep up any more. Its been exhausting not only relearning how to live life in a new way, but it also has changed Neverland, the one place I can fully rely on being the safety zone I can reside into in times of trouble. It's become more accurate in predicting the "future" of this trip. It started off with just a general idea and real life strayed off of that path from time to time, but recently reality has been following the path in the exact middle, it's on the dot exact. Even down to the small details. I am terrified what my recent dream means with the scars and the word carved into Jesse. I am praying that that won't really happen. What does 'secrets' stand for? Is he hiding some from me, or does it mean that I am hiding some from him. I am. I'm hiding my past, my scars, Neverland, and the reason why I blacked out. But what could he be hiding from me?

Jesse starts to talk, and almost makes me jump because I was so lost in thought I forgot that he was even here with me.

"So I heard you are getting out tonight?" he says with a mischievous happy grin.

"I guess so," I say to him, still sort of deep in thought.

"Come to my hotel room at 8, Stan won't be there," he says adorably.

Still in thought, I let this sink in. Being alone with Jesse, how could I pass this up? I open my moth to start and reply, but I guess Jesse saw my face I thought I was going to say no, so he started to talk. I've learned that when he gets nervous he starts to babble.

"I mean if you parents will let you since you are just getting back. Do you think they'll take you back home? I hope not. This whole week and I haven't gotten to be alone with you yet. except for the pool, but I screwed that up. You don't have to come. Forget about it. I don't know why I even asked."

I giggle like a little school girl, but I couldn't help it.

"Jesse, hey. I'd love to come to your room tonight," I say, wanting his adorable nervous babble to end.

You can hear him exhale a little bit of air in relief from my answer. I giggle at this. All the tiny things he does I've noticed because they are special. They are the tiny things that can say more than words could ever about a person.

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AUTHORS NOTE-

Hey everyone! Hope you are enjoying the story. Its going to get very overly cute romance type for another chapter or two, but then back to the big questions. Love you all! Thanks for all the reads and votes! They mean everything to me,

Luv,

-Cara