Keean picked me up later the next day. I was disappointed and thought maybe he'd had enough of me already. When we pulled up in the car park he stopped me from getting out.
"What's up?"
I tried to make out everything was fine. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know." He shrugged. "You seem quiet."
I tilted my head and decided to confess my worry. "You didn't come as early. We haven't had much time to talk."
He pulled me across the seat towards him and grinned. "If I come early it won't be talking I'll want to do. I'm trying to slow things down. I don't want what happened yesterday to happen again. Yet. I thought we agreed."
"I'm sorry." I sighed and nodded. "I'm being a sook. I thought maybe you'd changed your mind about me."
Keean laughed and kissed my mouth. "You sure are one strange girl."
The rest of the week continued pretty much the same. We sat under the same tree by ourselves every morning tea and took turns at asking questions. I brought along an extra apple so he wouldn't go hungry.
"How did you know where I lived?" I asked one day.
Keean grinned. "Your history family tree assignment. The one pinned on the wall."
I screwed up my nose because I had no idea what he meant.
He laughed. "It has your parent's names on it. I looked for a Johnson in white pages that had a B or a J in front of it." He cocked his head to one side. "Johnson must be the most popular surname in the world. I couldn't believe how many there were." Keean grinned again. "I wrote down the addresses of all with either a B or a J. There was only one with both letters. I tried it first and you answered the door. Easy."
"Maybe you should be a detective." I said and took a bite of my apple.
"Yeah sure." Keean chortled. "With my history."
I blushed thinking what a stupid thing for me to say. I quickly changed the subject. "When did you get the tattoo?" I asked as I crunched away.
"Just before we got caught. I used some of the money to pay for it. It's now a reminder of how stupid I was."
"I like it." I said and touched the sleeve of his shirt where I knew his tattoo was.
Keean smiled and asked another question. "What's your favourite food besides apples?"
"I've got more than one answer for that." I laughed.
"Okay...forget it. Do you have brothers and sisters?"
"Yes." I said and quickly added. "What about you?"
Keean shook his head. "None. How many do you have?"
I looked at the ground when I answered him. "I have one sister and two brothers but one died a few years ago."
Keean didn't say anything for a moment then he touched my chin and tilted my face to look at him. "How old was he?"
I sighed and glanced away because I didn't want to feel sad. "Ten."
Keean looked at me sadly. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Not now." I shook my head. "Maybe another day."
He knew enough to let it go and moved his hand from my chin to my cheek. Keean leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "So what are your parents like?"
"They try hard." I screwed up my face to show him this wasn't a subject I wanted to talk about either.
Keean frowned then grinned. "I'm picking great questions hey?"
"My family's a long story. Let's not go there yet."
"Okay." he took another bite of his apple.
"What about your parents? What are they like?" I said hoping he had a better story than mine.
"There's just me and Dad. Mum died when I was three."
"I'm sorry." I bit on my lip thinking this wasn't going so great.
"No biggy. I don't remember her." He shrugged.
"What did she die of?"
"Car accident. On her way home from work."
"Do you see much of your Dad?" I asked.
Keean shook his head. "Not at the moment. He works in the mines. Sometimes flies in. Being where I am makes it a bit hard."
By Friday some of the questions were getting pretty lame.
"Where were you born?"
"Sydney."
"What about you?"
"Atherton."
"How many schools have you been to?"
"Three...four if I count the detention centre. Who's your favourite movie star?"
"Lee Majors."
"Ah Charlie he's an old man."
"But he's hot." I grinned.
Keean pulled me down on the grass and tickled me. "Not as hot as me."
"Hotter," I squealed as I bucked around trying to push his hands away.
"Say I'm hotter. If you don't I'll keep tickling you." I screamed and tried to scramble away. He pulled me back down. "Say it."
I tried to stop laughing. "Okay, okay." I took a couple of breaths. He waited with a grin on his face. "Lee Major's hotter."
Keean tickled me again. "You bitch." He said as I laughed and squirmed some more.
"Okay, okay, Keean Crone is the hottest guy alive."
He leaned against me, snuggled his head into my neck and blew in my ear. I squirmed again. He chuckled.
Once I'd composed myself I asked my next question.
"How many girlfriends have you had?" Keean lifted himself up on one elbow and looked down at me with a smirk.
"None. You're my first."
"I don't believe you."
"True, cross my heart."
"How could you have not had a girlfriend before?"
He shrugged. "How could you have not had a boyfriend before?"
I felt embarrassed but decided to answer truthfully. "The boys have always said I'm fat." I turned my head so I wasn't looking directly at him.
"How could they say that," he whispered shocked. When I looked back at him he was looking at my body. I wanted to change the subject so asked another question.
"How many girls have you had sex with?" Keean looked at my face. He must have seen uncertainty in my eyes so he stroked my cheek, bent his head and kissed me.
"You're not fat, Charlie. Don't ever believe that."
I smiled to show I was okay. "I'm not fat now. I was a couple of years ago. The boys used to tease me and it killed my confidence. That's why I've never had a boyfriend."
"Suits me." He smiled. "Now you're all mine." He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly then looked back at me. We didn't say anything for a moment just looked into each other's eyes.
"You didn't answer my last question." I whispered.
Keean frowned. "You asked me a question. What was it?"
"If you haven't had a girlfriend then how many girls have you slept with?"
"Mm...where are we going with this, Charlie?"
I touched his face with my finger, ran it along his jaw. "You know how many I've slept with. I think it's fair I know how many you've slept with."
"It's not really the same though is it?" He laughed.
"You're not going to tell me are you?"
Keean shook his head.
I huffed. He chuckled so I added. "Well I know of one."
"Are you going to keep pushing this?" He frowned and tilted his head.
"Maybe."
Keean sighed. "You know of one so you can assume there has been at least one more because I remember I said to you it had been a while. So we'll leave it at two."
I tapped him on the cheek and grinned. "You're lying to me and you said no lying, remember."
He laughed and growled into my neck. "Yeah. I am."
"I know."
Keean lifted his head and looked back at me. "So why do you want to know?"
I grinned again and shrugged. "I'm just curious because you seem so... capable."
His mouth dropped open. He shook his head laughing. "I'm capable. What's that supposed to mean?"
I had to turn my head away because I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. "You're embarrassing me, Keean."
He laughed some more and rolled on top of me. "So say what you really mean, Charlie Johnson?" He pinned my arms to the ground and blew a raspberry on my neck. I squirmed and tried to push my head to touch my shoulder so he couldn't do it again.
"Repeat after me," he said. "Keean Crone."
"Keean Crone."
"You are."
"You are."
"A sex God."
I went into a fit of laughter.
Keean grinned down at me. "Say it Charlie or the next time we're somewhere private you're gone."
I giggled. "Oo...I can't wait."
"You better be careful what you wish for." Keean laughed and continued to stare down at me grinning, jerked his head in encouragement then repeated. "Keean Crone you are a sex God."
I tried to make a straight face. "Okay. Keean Crone you are a sex God."
"See." He rolled off me. "It's not so hard to say what you really mean."
I laughed and hit him in the chest. "You really are an arse."
The bell rang. We had double English. "I need to go to the loo," I said as I picked up my bag.
Keean wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me towards him so I could feel the hardness of his body. "So do I."
I went red in the face. He thought it was funny so squeezed me tight on the backside then let me go.
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