Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:36:37 -0600
From: Dylan <dylan49@gmail.com>
Subject: Running Away Chapter 3

Hi everybody!

My name is Jonny, some of you may have read some of the stories written by
my twin, Dylan, but this particular story is my first attempt at writing.
I would love to hear some opinions, just send them to my brother at
Dylan49@gmail.com as we share the account.

Running Away - Chapter Three

	The next morning, Oliver woke and his eyes greeted the sunlight
that shone gently upon his face. He felt so warm, so comfortable, and
so... content. Unfortunately, his moment soon ended as the events of the
past few days caught up with him. He attempted to spring out of bed, only
to feel a sort of weight on him. He looked behind him in the bed, and soon
met Jesse's sleeping face. 'Ah!' His mind raced and he had to use extreme
self-control to keep from leaping out of the bed. "mmh" Jesse groaned
sleepily, showing signs of stirring. Quickly, for lack of anything else
that could avoid the upcoming conversation, Oliver closed his eyes, and
pretended to sleep. "Good morning" Jesse whispered and slipped out of bed
and into the bathroom. Oliver opened one eye to make sure there was no one
in the room and sat up in bed. It had been only a few days since he left
home, and already, he felt as though it had been years. Thoughts raced
through Oliver's mind as he sat there, blankly looking straight ahead. Time
must have flown by, the next thing he knew, the bathroom door was opening
and he again dived under the covers and closed his eyes. Slowly opening one
eye, Oliver peeked and saw Jesse peek his head out. "Oliver? Are you
awake?" He whispered. No response. Slowly Jesse crept out of the bathroom
and dashed quietly over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers.
From his position on the bed, Oliver could only make out the firm buttocks
that Jesse had, and the slim form of his being.
	Still, Oliver laid there most of the morning, until Jesse came in
again. "Oliver? It's time to wake up, it's almost 10 in the morning!" He
cheerfully walked over to the bed. Oliver acted signs of stirring and
flickered his eyes. He sat up slowly, "Um... G-Good morning" he quickly
blurted the words. "I'm sorry but this is all I know how to make in the
mornings." Jesse smiled and put a breakfast tray with some bacon and eggs
in front of him. As he retracted his hands, Oliver noticed a few red dots
on his hands. "What happened? He asked, pointing to one of the little
dots. "Um, it's nothing, j-just a little um.." his voice trailed off. "You
got splattered with some hot oil doing the bacon didn't you?" Oliver asked,
suddenly feeling very ashamed that someone he had known less than a week
was going through so much trouble for him. His hands moved themselves, and
clasped one of Jesse's still outstretched hands, and gently, he rubbed
them. Neither one knew exactly what to do other than just sit there,
looking dumbfounded, yet their bodies knew. Swiftly, Jesse's hand moved and
brushed Oliver's cheek. "Uh-I Um..I left something on the skillet." Jesse
said, looking away and got off the bed. "Oh! The TV is in this dresser, the
remote will open it for you." He said and walked off. "W-wait!" Oliver
called out, but Jesse had already left. He felt very... strange sitting
there in someone else's bed. He let his eyes wander, and he noticed little
pictures hung about the room, each depicting a happy young little Jesse.
Shortly after, his stomach growled and he conceded to his hunger. He
finished his plate and quickly got up, hoping to make himself useful. The
minute he left the bedroom he heard Jesse swearing in the kitchen. "Is
everything okay?" He asked, bringing the breakfast tray into the kitchen
and setting it on the counter. "Oh! Um.. I just, it's just a little cut."
Jesse quickly stashed his hands behind him. "I was just, up chopping up
some veggies for a salad. You like salads?" He asked trying to find
anything to end this awkward moment.  'Damn, now he thinks Im a total
klutz.' Jesse thought to himself. "I do, here, let me help." Oliver felt
relieved that he at last could do something for this kind man that was
taking care of him. As he walked past Jesse, he consciously let his arm
brush against Jesse's stomach, and took up the knife at the chopping
board. He took over the kitchen, and within minutes, the whole house was
permeated with the smells of gourmet foods and spices. Jesse could do
nothing but sit there in awe. He had never met someone as... special as
this boy. As Oliver brought the plates to the table, he blushed a little
when he noticed that Jesse was staring at him. As the two sat down to lunch
they were too shy to directly look at each other. 'I've got to say
something' they both thought to themselves. "You, aren't from a orphanage
are you?" Jesse asked, and immediately, he regreted it. 'That was so
insenstive' he censured himself. "N-no.. I'm not. I'm sorry, I lied. If you
want me to...to leave I understand." Oliver said, looking down at his
plate. "NO! I mean... no, you don't have to." Jesse almost jumped up from
the chair at the table. "I sort of left home, and please don't ask me why,
but I don't want to go back." Oliver again, kept his head down. "Hey, I
understand, there are times where I wanted to just get away from it all,
but I never had the guts. Jesse smiled and walked over to the boy on the
otherside of the table. He put one hand on Oliver's shoulder and lifted up
his chin with the other. "You're braver than I am" He smiled again. The two
ate in silence then, but at least they had both worked up the courage to
look at each other. 'He's so cute' Jesse thought. 'He thinks Im a stupid
little boy' Oliver thought. "W-would you like to stay here with me? Or have
you already thought about where you're going to go." Jesse sincerely hoped
Oliver would stay with him. He felt his heart lighten when Oliver looked at
him and nodded. "If, you'll let me I'd like to. And-and I promise I'll help
around the house, and earn my keep." He quickly added. "Haha, there's no
need, for that, but I would like some company." Jesse gave him a hug and a
quicky friendly kiss on the cheek.  'Maybe that was overstepping the line a
ltitle' He immediately thought. "T-thanks." oliver smiled back and again
focused his attention his plate.

'Oh god, I think I love him' Jesse thought to himself as the petite blonde
boy got up and put things into the sink.  'I... want to stay, and be with
him.' Oliver felt peaceful, and at home. He felt... loved.

Author's Note:
Hi Guys!

Sorry it's been so long, but I've been on a little vacation with my brother
and just got back recently. PLEASE e-mail me (I love hearing comments) so I
know, there's at least someone reading =)

_-_-_-_End Chapter Three_-_-_-_

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