Why Run, When You Can Hide?

Make it Better

"Not sure yet. Right now, I'm just driving."

Lennon "just drives" for about 20 minutes until he seems to settle into a destination. I don’t bother asking, because I simply don’t care anymore. He could take me to Paris, for all I care, and I would still be mad.

"Here we are." he says brightly, trying to make me feel better.

He had pulled into a field, and he was turning off the engine and smiling at me like he had taken me to Paris.

"Um…. If you think that I'm going to make out with you because you brought me here, you are dead wrong--" I cut myself off as Lennon started shaking, his back to me, and at first I though maybe I had really hurt him, that my sarcasm finally ruined his optimism. Then he turned towards me, his face contorted with heavy laughter, and I realize that he's laughing at me. This makes my anger grow, remembering my dream once again. 

'Jazz, don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t do that." he stops, thinking for a moment "Unless you wanted me to." he say, his voice trying to mock a seductive tone. "No, jazz, I brought you here because this is where I used to go to cool down. I used to live not far from here, and whenever life was too much, I would come here and just relax."

My anger recedes slowly. This was his special place, and he had brought me here to share it with me. I'm oddly touched, but I tried not to let it show. He stretches out his  hand and I take it, letting him lead me through the field.

"We’re almost there, just a bit farther" he says quietly, and soon we come to a little clearing, the tall grass of the fields stomped down to make a flat space. I make a little noise in the back of my throat, and he looks down at me.

"I told you it was beautiful." he smiles at me, and we walk to the center. I sit down cross-legged, closing my eyes. Lennon is still holding my hand, his thumb stroking slow circles on my palm. Normally, I would make him stop, but it was soothing me, taking my panic away. 

"So, Are you going to tell me whats wrong now?" he asks quietly, still stroking my palm. 

"Hm... must you ruin the moment." I say sleepily, yawning.

"It would make me feel better to know you're okay." He pleads, and I bite my lip. The only people who know about my dreams are my mother and my therapist. Should I trust him? 

Lennon, reading my face, makes a noise in the back of his throat, causing me to look at him. 

"You're doing it again." He said to me. His voice was calm, but his eyes showed another emotion I couldn't quite reach. 

"Doing what?" 

"Looking at me like you're not sure if you should tell me tings, or, if you do, how much you should tell me. Jazz, you can trust me." His eyes went soft, and I knew the battle was already lost. I was going to tell him weather I liked it or not.

"Okay.... Well, for a long time now, I've had this nightmare..." 

I proceeded to tell Lennon about the dreams, and what my therapist thought they meant. When I got to the part that involved him, I saw him stiffen. 

"Oh, Jazz.... I..." Words seem to fail him, so instead he re-positions himself and pulls me gentely to his chest. I don't protest, even when he starts stroking my hair.

"I would never, ever do that. In real life, I would run to you and pull you out. I care too much about you to let you be crushed." 

At that, I lost all self control. I cried into his chest, my tears getting all over his shirt. 

"Oh Lennon, that's all I've ever wanted to hear."

Hey guys :) I realize I've never left an authors note before, but I thought I might as well. I would really love it if you could comment, giving me feedback. I'd love to know what you think of Lennon and Jasper's relationship. What are your predictions? 

I also need some ship name ideas ;) Tell me what you come up with 

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