Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 01:10:06 -0500
From: Dylan <dylan49@gmail.com>
Subject: Running Away Chapter 9

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
writting. 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 Nine

	Oliver sat, completely in a trance as his mind processed all that
had just been said to him. He did know that his feelings for his host were
changing, he was just not willing to admit it. SO many thoughts ran through
his head that he didn't notice as Jesse slipped in from the
backdoor. "Hey!" Oliver jumped and threw the biscuit he was holding up into
the air. "Oh uh, hi" He smiled awkwardly. "What's wrong? I didn't scare you
that baddly did I?" Jesse chuckled putting a few bags of what looked like
groceries on the countertop in the kitchen. "N-no, I was just um, thinking
about a scary movie." Oliver turned away, looking into the living
room. "Well, don't worry about that whatever you were thinking, I just got
a great movie for us to watch tonight!" Jesse cheered, only to suddenly
have his conscious yell back 'Too cocky!' He quickly corrected himself,
"That is, if you want to watch a movie tonight I mean." He put his head
down, pretending to be completely focused on putting away the
groceries. "O-of course! I love movies." Oliver hopped up and down, his
hair flopped up and down with each bounce. 'So cute...'  Jesse though
again. After "zoning-out" for a few seconds, Jesse came to a conclusion, he
had completely ignored the fact that there were two of them, he had
completely forgotten to ask if Oliver had anything he would enjoy. "Hey, uh
Ollie, I keep forgetting to ask you, is there, anything that you would like
to do? I mean, I know you've been dragged around, but I uh-" Jesse trailed
off. "Not really, I like to swim, read, surf the web, and sleep?" Oliver
smiled a little, trying hard to sound at ease. "Well, there's a little
library upstairs, if you want, my father read everything from fiction
to.. not fiction." He attempted to make a joke. 'Well, that joke didn't go
so well...' Oliver laughed however and without thinking, gave Jesse a quick
hug, and scurried upstairs. Jesse simple stood there, hand in the grocery
bag, completely stunned by the gesture. He could only look on helplessly as
the boy, who he now knew he loved, bounced his way upstairs. While his mind
wanted to yell out 'Come back!' his mouth froze, keeping him silent. "Well,
back already?" came a woman's voice. "Huh?" Jesse turned to see his
maid. "You know, he's a lot cuter than... oh what's his face." She smiled
and started to help put away the groceries. "Oh, stop Christina, he wasn't
THAT bad." Jesse felt the need to defend his past choices. "Well, he wasn't
"THAT" bad to you, but to me, oh... the headaches" She smiled teasingly as
she put some peaches into the fridge. "Well, don't worry, he's gone." An
awkward pause followed this as she merely nodded her response. "Actually,
Chris, could I ask you something?" Jesse sat on the stool near the counter.
"He's so far out of my league, what should I do?" He felt like a little kid
again, talking to his nanny, lost and confused about "the world you know
not of". "Oh honey, why would you say that? He seemed rather taken with you
if I don't say so myself." She patted him on the back. "Now Jess, you know
I think of you as my own, and you know that I'm not one of those people who
are going to say whatever to make you feel better." She smiled and pushed
Jesse a little prompting him to look at her intently. "Really?" Jesse
asked, his eyes slightly gleaming. "Yes, for goodness sakes, that boy, uh,
Oliver is it? Well he was shaking worse than you were that time you thought
you had a spider on you, remember that?" They laughed a little. "But
seriously Jess, all you have to do is take it slow, make yourself
available, and try to get a few conversations going." She gave Jesse a
quick pat on the head. "But, I always make a fool of myself whenever I talk
to him my mind goes blank, throat goes dry, voice goes warbly." Jesse
started listing. "Honey, you'll be fine, don't be nervous, besides, from
what I saw, he's more nervous than you are." She smiled and walked off into
the living room.
	Jesse slowly made his way upstairs and walked into the little study
in the corner of the house. He gently pushed the door open and stuck his
head in. Oliver sat in the niche before the window, his head resting
against the glass. He was a beautiful boy, so soft, so pure, and so
gentle. There was something though, that Jesse noticed, his eyes looks so
sad, and so empty, and with that Jesse had gained the resolve to make sure
that look never appeared again. "Hey!" He jumped into the room and hugged
Oliver, pulling him into the nearby couch. They giggled together on the
couch as Jesse tickled and Oliver squirmed. A few minutes later, the two
were completely worn out and lay on the couch in each other's arms. "You
know Ollie, there are somethings that make us sad, and there are somethings
that make us happy. What I just saw was you happy, and I don't think I
could ever bear to see you sad." Oliver looked into the eyes of the man who
held him, and closed his eyes in acceptance. "I will try." And they hugged,
falling asleep together.
	Oliver awoke alone in the study, a soft blanket had been draped
over him, and he felt so warm inside. He got off the couch and walked
around the room, gazing at the things in the room. He picked up a small
photo of a little boy, about 7 who was happily running outside. "You were a
cute kid" He said to no one in particular. After spending pointless minutes
in the study, he walked down the stairs, quietly, sneaking into the living
room. He could hear the sounds as Jesse scrambled about the kitchen, and
decided to make his way there. "Heyy! You're just in time!  Dinner's ready,
just go into the living room okay?" Jesse ushered Oliver into the room and
onto the couch. "I just got off the couch, why are we getting on another
one for dinner?" Jesse only smiled and walked off, coming back with plates
of food. "I hope you like sushi, I figured all I had to do was roll and
cut, my hot food isnt so... edible" He chuckled slightly, putting down the
plates. "I love sushi, but you don't have to feed me, I'm like a
freeloader, I think I'd feel bad if I kept imposing on you." Jesse sat on
the couch and hugged Oliver again. "Well, in that case how about, you..."
Jesse paused and his head screamed 'JUST DO IT!' "How about you, be
my.... boyfriend? Then you don't have to feel guilty." Jesse clenched his
teeth together bracing for rejection. "I.. uh..." Oliver stuttered as his
words began to fail him. Jesse sighed and his body slumped, "I underst-" he
was cut off as Oliver came over and kissed him.

_-_-_-_End Chapter Nine_-_-_-_

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