Luna

Luna [Ch. 13]

Previously: "Random question: have you ever had a boyfriend?" he asks out of the blue. "No," I answer. I swiftly grab his arm and practically drag him along with me as I run. I don't know where we are headed; I just know that we need to get the hell away from this area. "I see someone!" we hear another voice yell. Travis and I ended up falling within the tree. I'm standing on the outside, hiding Travis behind me. A warm, foreign feeling begins to grow on my face that causes me to slightly forget what we were doing in a tree to begin with. Travis, protectively, wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me as close to him as possible to prevent me from being seen. When I see the coast clear, I usher for Travis to get out. "Man, we got lucky," he whispers, finally getting the hint that he shouldn't be talking so loud. Too bad I don't believe in luck...

Chapter 13

He's been complaining. He's been complaining the entire night. I told him to stay at his house, but did he listen? Nope. Now he's stuck in this predicament...complaining. Complaining about everything; tired, feet hurting, or taking a break. The list goes on and on. If there was a way that I could remove my ears and put them in my pocket until he's finish complaining, trust me, I would've done it a long time ago.

"You know, I've literally thought of different ways to stop you from talking, and none of them end well for you," I decide to inform him.

'So, that's why you've been so quiet?" he questions with a hint of shock. I nod my head in honesty and continue walking. "You know, sometimes I think you don't like me very much," he adds on with a shake of his head.

"Sometimes I don't. Like when you're complaining about every little thing, as if it wasn't your choice to tag along despite my better judgment," I explain to him, not hiding my annoyance.

"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do when you say you're about to go off to possibly your very own death?" he ask stubbornly. He kicked a twig out of his way with his feet as we continued walking through the woods. Yes, we're still in the freaking woods.

It's only been an hour or so after the incident of almost getting caught, and Travis is still having a hard time believing it. I guess this is all surreal to him. "Be a good listener and not follow me," I answer his question. I used a tone that suggested I was speaking with a child. It wasn't intention, but hey, if the show fits...

Travis groans in frustration, clearly not happy with said tone. "See! That's your problem! Stop treating me as if I'm a kid!" he exclaims angrily.

"No, you're my problem. And why don't you stop whining like a kid, then I maybe I won't consider you as one," I reply back, getting a little upset that he's yelling at me.

"I'm not a freaking kid!" he yells as he stops walking.

"Stop acting like one then!" I shout back, fed up with him and everything. I didn't bother stopping to see his face. But suddenly, he grabs my arm and forces me to stop. He pushes me against a tree and holds me there firmly. Despite his surprisingly strong hold on me, I could easily get out of his grasp. But I didn't.

He pushes himself closer to me and glares. "Ever since my parents died in that car accident, everyone's been treating me as if I'm some fragile child that will shatter to pieces at any given moment. I'm not as weak as you think I am, Luna," he enlightens me, his voice dangerously low.

"And I'm definitely not a child," he adds shortly after. He leans his head down so he could see my face clearly. I keep my face blank, not wanting him to know that this close proximity is affecting me in a way that is foreign to me. I didn't even notice that his right hand had left my waist until it was cupping my left cheek gently.