The Rebel In Me

-Chapter 14--Two or Twenty-

Its been about 3 hours since I stepped out of my privileged life and into one that I wasn't very well acquainted to. After meeting him again we've just began to drive, leaving it all behind without a look back. Its been 3 hours, and in those 3 hours as I sat silently in the car all I could think about was life back home.

How could you just leave it all behind?  How could you leave Mom? You saw how calm Dad was, he probably has every cop in the state looking for you.

These thoughts haunted me and ravished my head leaving me hollow and cold. The thoughts of my mother just made it worse, but every time I glanced at Nate and saw how happy he seemed I just forgot. Not completely but atleast for a while and when they creeped back in I'd just look at him again. I couldnt do it forever and I know the guilt will get to me eventually but maybe I can call her tonight. Just to give her some piece of mind, right?

"Whats wrong?" Nate asked.

"Nothing." I answered and looked over at him.

"Is it the drive...or.."He didn't finish.

"I don't mind the drive, I do miss home a little but this is better. This is what I want, I can finally be myself." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. "He sighed.

"Don't be, come on. Lets go a few more miles, find a motel and I'll be all yours." I smiled.

"Will it be better then last night?" He asked and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Last night you were a dick, and it was bumpy." I answered.

"Well maybe we worked out the kinks." His voice became soft.

"Hopefully." I sighed.

"I promise I'll make it better okay? I won't yell at you or jump at you, I'll understand." He whispered.

"I'd like that."I smiled softly.

"Last night I wanted you to graduate highschool and now im kidnapping you."

"It isn't kidnap, and so what? Two gay teens going across America, its better then school."

"You can make anything better."

"Thank you."

"I..I love you." He stammered and my cheeks felt hot.

"I love y..you too." I said turning red and became silent.

We continued the ride bickering like an old married couple, it was nice. Maybe yesterday was just a kink, a bump in the road. A spat that would only better the bonds of our relationship. I really hope thats the case, I really have no back up plan.

We spent another few hours on the road before we started seeing exits for motel hotels and rest stops. We decided to skip a few till we felt one was somewhat safe, getting off the exit to a Super 8 motel. I looked at him as my stomach churned,  this was my new life and even though I knew it was good it didn't feel that way. I felt as if I was commiting a crime but I stuffed it all down as we began to pull up to the cheesy motel sign with the neon VACANCY sign under the giant 8.

He rolled up to a parking space and looked at me, I gave a smile and he kissed the top of my head. I watched as his hand went to the keys and he shut the engine off.

"I'm going to check us in."He ruffled up my hair.

"Oh, he-" He cut me off.

"Save your money." He gave me a devilish smile and pulled a silver card out from his pocket.

"What is that?"I asked looking at it.

"My parents debit card, they won't miss it." He smirked.

"Won't they cut it off?" I crossed my arms.

"Nah, I usually disappear for months and Phil could cover for me." He got out of the car.

"Alright..." I put my feet up on the dash.

I watched as he jogged to the check in building. His hair bounced and messed up as he ran and his feet moved effortlessly. I smiled to myself as he slowed, thats mine. All mine. My smile grew and I looked foward, hes all mine forever. Well hopefully, I shut my eyes thinking of forever.  Of a time when we can be accepted and come out...of a time when we can actually marry without being ashamed. That would be perfect, not even marrying just being accepted would be nice. Perfect even, but that was all just a fantasy.

"Wakey cutie."Said a muffled voice and a light taping was to my right.

My eyes fluttered open and I screamed. His face was so close to the glass I wasn't counting on it, I could hear his velvet sandpaper laugh and I scowled.

"Dick."I muttered and opened the door, hitting him.

"Ow." He faked a pout and went to the trunk. The sound of the key going into the lock and the pop of it opening reminded me about my bag.

I slammed the door shut and walked over getting my travel bag. He had a smile on his face as he grabbed a bag and led the way to our room. We went up a set of outdoor steps on a sorta catwalk balcony sorta walkway to our room. He unlocked the door and thats when it all hit me, how real it all was. It wasn't an idea anymore it was a reality.