Undercover

What the fuck was I doing? Why did I just kiss my best friend? What had come over me to tell me that it was an okay thing to do? I looked at Jack, an apology about to escape my lips. His lips pressed against mine again, making me choke on the words of regret. I liked it, I really liked it. My fingers managed to find his soft raven hair and entangle themselves in it. I enjoyed having him like this.

"Why'd you kiss me," I breathed against his lips.

"Why'd you kiss me first," he asked, much the same way.

"I asked first."

"To return the favor. What's your answer?"

"I wanted to."

In that moment I had forgotten exactly what was going on. We were in a garbage boat, him lying on top of me, escaping my parents. It was one of the least romantic situations that you could be in however I wouldn't trade it for the world. I couldn't help but stare into his eyes that seemed to resemble chocolate. They were beautiful, he was completely beautiful.

I looked over and saw we were now on the ocean, it was going to be safe for us to sit up. I gently pushed him off of me and sat up, enjoying the weight off of my chest. It wasn't that I had minded it just felt a lot nicer to not have it there. Jack laid his head in my lap, looking up at me with eyes that made my heart melt. I couldn't help but lean down and press a soft kiss to his gentle lips.

I looked out over the ocean, hoping Jack didn't get motion sick because he was going to have a bad time if he did. There wasn't a way that we were getting off this boat soon. I ran my hands through his hair trying to take my mind off of the fact that we were practically running for our lives. It was a little unsettling but it was about to become the new normal. Neither of us would be able to get a career because we'd constantly be on the run. Maybe we could get new names, new identities.

"Jack, do you want to keep running away or would you rather get a new identity and start over," I asked.

"What do you mean," he asked.

"There's a chance that if we run far enough away they won't be able to find us but we'd need to have a new identity or they'd find us. Would you want to do that or would you rather never stop running? I mean, you wouldn't be able to contact family, friends, back home but you can't do that anyway."

"That might be nice. Get a job somewhere, start a family or something like that."

I smiled at him, it was cute to hear him talk about the future. He was such a bright and bubbly boy, why had I brought him with me. Maybe it was because I had always known that I had feelings for him. Maybe I thought they wouldn't try to kill me if I had a civilian with me. I couldn't think of why other than I enjoyed his presence.

"What are you thinking about," he whispered.

"The past, the future. Anything to get my mind off the present," I replied, just as quiet.

"But the present is a gift, you should focus on that."

"It's only a gift when I'm with you."

That's when the boat hit something, shaking us suddenly. Jack sat up, his hand on the back of his head. I pushed him behind me, as if to protect him. It was my job to protect him, I needed to keep him safe. I wasn't sure what we had hit but it wasn't good. I managed to look past the boat as we sailed past it. I could barely make out a sub. Escaping was going to be so much harder than I had originally planned

Notes

I hope you like this, it's a filler cause some shit's about to hit the fan! College is... interesting... I've explored all of campus and it's quite a new experience. I really miss all my friends back home so I'm texting like five of them because I'm really homesick which I've never been before. I'm sitting alone in my dorm which I'm fine with but it's a very nice place.

Anyway, leave a comment and rate if you enjoy :)