Forgetful

"Out of breath yet, handsome?" Geo asks, breathing hard against the cool night air. "I'm used to it, I live with you," I respond, slowing to a stop as we near the inner city.

Still running, Geo raises her eyebrows, "Oh and what's that supposed to mean?" She asks. I smirk in response, just as we hit inner city limits. I grab her arm and pull her to a small hidden alley between a few buildings that we have to climb over garbage to get into.

"It means," I say placing my hands on her hips and pushing her up against the side of a building, "That you keep me busy."

She knows exactly what I mean when I kiss her as hard as I can. I get my hands tangled in her hair, and my heartbeat speeds up. I don't know if it's from her, or the possibility we could be seen.

*************

In the future, the wealthy believed themselves to be perfect. They thought money was the definition of perfection. America broke into a devastating civil war, between the rich and the poor, and the rich won.

The poor were left to fend for themselves and placed under the governing of the rich. The wealthiest got to run cities, and they are called Overlords.