Taken

John (Chapter 25)

I woke up with my arm around Zoey and her leaning on my chest fast asleep. I looked at the clock in the kitchen; five A.M.!

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed out loud. I hadn't meant to stay with Zoey that long. If Dad had noticed hat I was gone I would be screwed. But my night had been worth getting in trouble over if I got caught. And there was hope that my dad hadn't noticed since he had changed his alarm to go off at six a.m. since we weren't meeting the Allen's until sometime early afternoon.

"Zoey," I whispered as I gently shook her to wake her. "Zoey..."

I felt her slowly start moving. She looked up at me and I was sunned that even at five o' clock in the morning she was gorgeous. But I couldn't think about that right then.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing really. I just realized that we fell asleep and that my dad wakes up in one hour and if he finds that I'm not in there..."

Zoey sat up eyes wide open. "Uh oh."

"Yeah."

"You should probably leave then." I detected the slightest bit of sadness in her voice, which in a way made me happy because that meant she would miss me but also sad since I would miss her. I think we both understood that what happened hours before wasn't to leave the room.

I sighed. "I just hope my dad isn't up," I said as I rose to leave. Zoey stayed seat which was fine by me.

I opened the door but before I walked out and turned back around. "See you in a few hours," I whispered.

She nodded. "Bye," I heard her say softly as I shut the door silently. I tip-toed down the hallway to my room, and luckily didn't hear a sound coming from inside. But I still had one problem: not waking them up when I opened the door. For normal teenagers that might be considered an easy task, but because my dad and brother are trained to detect anything out of the ordinary, even when they slept, it would be a little harder for me.

I opened the door as slowly and silently as I could just enough to peek my head inside to make sure no one was up. I was in the clear.

I slowly shut the door and relocked it. I then began to make my way to the couch, but then realized I had to pass the bed's to get there. Who'd designed the damn room anyways?

I slowly crept around the beds, grabbed me pj's, and then sat on the couch. Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, my dad woke up.

"John?" his sleep voice asked. With any luck he would be too tired to ask questions. "What are you doing?" No such luck.

"Uh, I was thirsty. Sorry, I tried not to wake you up."

I heard him sigh then start snoring again. Apparently that had been enough information.

I breathed a sigh of relive and laid down. As I laid there however, I realized how pointless it was for me to go back to sleep since I would have to be up again in less than 45 minutes. So I thought about Zoey and what had happened. We had talked probably until 2:30 when she fell asleep and I did as well. We didn't do "it" because neither of us were that kind of person, at least that's the reading I got from her. I was actually surprised when she kissed me, thought I was a pleasant surprise. I thought she would hate me when I called out her late boyfriend, but apparently she didn't overly care about that.

We had talked about anything you can think of. She told me she wasn't sure what she wanted to do after high school, but she wanted to know what I had in mind. I told her that I loved working for the C.I.A., but sometimes it got on my nerves. I told her how I could never have any friends over because it would potentially put them in danger and how there were nights that it was hard to sleep because you never knew who was out there wanting revenge for putting them or a relative or friend away; the job itself never ended. I didn't have shifts I worked when they needed me and it seemed they always needed me for something, whether it was working a case or organizing files. I didn't tell her though that I couldn't or more like wouldn't get into a relationship with anyone for the same reason I never had friends over. I was terrified something would happen and that there would be no way for me to stop it. Zoey was awesome and I had such a great night; but I wasn't sure how far I should take it. The last thing I would want was for her to get hurt. That's why I so badly wanted her to go back to America were she would be safer.

"I guess I should try to make it look like I got more than two and a half hours of sleep," I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to feel more energized for the day ahead. It was really stupid of Zoey and I to have stayed up so late since anything could happen and we should have all our senses ready to go. I could only hope she could function with so little sleep otherwise I would feel really guilty if something happened to her.

Suddenly I heard Dad's alarm go off. It was time to start the day.

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Picture of Josh Hutcherson as John. Again, I know my cast says otherwise but I'm changing it.

You guys want to see Zoey and John get together? Or do you think she should wait since Brad just died?

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Hopefuly I didn't bore you guys to death with this chapter! :/

~Emily~