<Jaeden>
I woke up sore. My back hurt from weeding all day and I just wanted to stay in bed. But I had to make breakfast and a whole day of work awaited for me. When I woke up I realized I was in Wyatt's grip. I smiled but then I got up even though I wanted nothing more than to stay in this position.
I put on jeans and a t-shirt and I put my dirty clothes in a basket to make Sophia's life easier. I tiptoe downstairs and start to make breakfast. The sun has risen and the air is crisp. I look out the window as I scramble the eggs. When Jack gets better I would go through a cook book to spice things up.
I didn't mean to let my mind wander but when it did I started to tear up. I was thinking about everything I'm missing right now. Everything I will miss if we don't get out of here soon. Prom would be only tomorrow and I would be going with a girl named Maria who didn't know I was incredibly gay. Graduation wouldn't be too far after that. The end of my senior year is supposed to be the best. I quickly wipe the tear.
I heard a noise and noticed it was Wyatt. I smiled at him and set a plate in front of him. "You're up early" I say to him.
He sits down. "I could say the same." I blush and place all the other eggs on one big plate and start to do the dishes.
I needed to tell someone about my thoughts, I physically couldn't keep it in any longer. I would explode. "Do you think this will ever end?" I ask him. He looks up at me with a look as if he were thinking. And then he looks away from me.
"I don't know." He confessed. I looked down and sat next to Wyatt. I put my head down on the counter and groaned.
I could feel the tears wanting to come again but I fought them. I was upset and I was mad at whoever the fuck was doing this to us. What did we do to deserve this? "What about our futures? All flushed down the drain for an experiment!" I whine. I realized I shouldn't be screaming because the others are still sleeping so I quitted down.
He takes a deep breath. "Things always work their way out." Wyatt sighed. I hated that he was right.
Wyatt and I sat in a comfortable silence until I noticed Sophia and Jeremy walk down the stairs and they smile as they sit beside us.
I knew Jeremy had an undying love for Sophia and I prayed she felt the same. He would take a bullet for her. "Good morning, Jae." Sophia beams as she sits next to me. I look beside me and see Wyatt tense up.
I hadn't had a clue as to why he was acting like this so I ignored it for the mean time. "Morning." I reply with a smile. Jeremy hands Sophia a plate and the both of them eat breakfast. I make two plates and ask Wyatt to fill up two cups with water. We enter Jack and Finn's room and see them snuggled up together. My heart aches because I wish I could have that. I wish Wyatt could hold me and never let me go. But that will never happen.
I sigh and set down their food while managing to be quiet. Both Wyatt and I leave and walk into our room. I sit on our bed and lay back. I let out a faint groan and feel the bed dip. I look beside me and there's Wyatt. I smile at him.
"Is it bad that I'm happy I'm here. I had no future. I hated home. I didn't have a chance." Wyatt confesses. I prop my head up with my hand and narrow my eyebrows.
I liked when he could say things like this to me. It made me feel...special...and wanted. "Wyatt, you have so much potential. Only if you saw what I saw." I utter. My heart wouldn't stop beating against my chest.
"There's nothing to see." He shrugs. I sit up and he does the same. I stand up and grab his hand. I drag him out of our room and down the stairs. Past Sophia and Jeremy and to the room he once showed me. I make him sit down on the couch and I add wood to the small fire. "Why are we here?" He questions.
I turn to look at him. "It's our safety. We can be anything here." I grin. I see the corner of his lips tug into a small smile. I take a seat beside him.
"Have you ever been really confused to the point you don't know what's right and wrong?" He ask. He looks into my eyes and I feel like melting.
I pause before speaking. "I'm gay. My dad likes to pretend like I'm going to bring home some model girlfriend. And that way he can show off his son to everyone. Yes, I do know." I chuckle to the memory. The bitter memory, that is.
"How did you know you were...you were gay?" Wyatt hesitated. We sit close together to the point where our thighs are touching. The room is dark except for the fire. It seemed as though it was night even though it was morning.
I can't even explain what I was feeling right now. I just you could call it butterflies but it was this warm tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach."I guess I've always known. A little piece of me always knew I was different." I recall. Wyatt looks as if he's debating something.
Bump. Bump. Bump. My heart bangs against my chest. "I have this feeling in me. And every time I try it ignore it the stronger it gets. But it's a good feeling. A feeling I don't know why I'm pushing it away." Wyatt trembles. I sit closer to him with my hand over his. He looks into his eyes and i look into his. I can see the fire in his eyes and I'm not talking about the literal fire.
I wanted to reach out and just kiss him. I wanted him to be mine. I want to call him my boyfriend and be proud to show him off. I want to hold him when the nights get cold and never let go. But I can't. "What feeling?" We are close together. We're facing each other and we're inches apart. I can feel his breath on my skin and it sends shivers down my spine.
"A feeling I can't explain." Wyatt utters. I try not to let a gasp out. But chills go down my spin. I want him. I want him bad.
"Then show me." I whisper. Wyatt placed his hand on my cheek. He is looking into my eyes as if he were searching for answers. And we stay like that for a moment, I soak up ever single second. I can see him trying to resist but he overpowers that. I crave his lips. I crave his touch. He comes closer and closer to the point where our foreheads are almost touching. The tension was unbearable and I wanted to close the space but this was a decision he had to make. And then it happened.
His soft lips touched mine. I never knew I could want something as much as I wanted Wyatt. I put my hands behind his neck and kissed him back. It was as if our lips were meant for each other. He pulled back and let the kiss linger. My lips longed for the feeling of his.
"I like you, Jae." Wyatt took a deep breath. I smiled and held his hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed my hand. I used my free hand to turn his head so he was facing me once more. Except this time, I kissed him. I kissed him passionately but here we were safe.
We could be whatever we wanted to be.
We could be free.
And that's what we were.
