A/N: This took a while even though it's so short. Btw, I'm working my K2, no worries. And also, I'll get back to working on In Deep waters! Btw, Merry Christmas and Happy new year everyone!
Hiding in the Trees
Chapter 1- Imaginative Dreamer
Upon the town of Salem, Massachusetts there was a young blonde working in a field collecting corn. Young Pip glanced to the the woods that outlined the fields that his father owned, when he noticed a face. A boy about his age, black hair, and mahogany colored eyes. He wore black long sleeve covered by a brown cloth vest and black britches with black boots. He rest up against a tree just glancing back at Pip. Pip's older brother, Jeremiah, came toward him calling, "Phillip, father needs you in his presents." Pip glanced to his older brother, then back out the trees. "What draw your eyes, Pip?"
"There was a boy over yonder the trees." Pip said.
He glances over, "There's no…one there brother. You must have imagined it."
'But he looked right at me.' Pip thought. Pip shook his head, handing his brother the small barrel of corn he was carrying and headed inside his home.
These were strange times, it seems that the Devil had entered Salem and everyone was very afraid. Pip was a good Puritan; he said pray everyday and went to church everyday. He and his family lived in a small wooden home that his father and grandfather built. His family consisted of his mother, father, older brother Jeremiah; he would turn eighteen in a month, him, and his little sister Grace; she was now four. Pip was fifteen almost sixteen in two months. His brother had his father's brown hair and brown eyes. Pip and his sister were both blonde, like their mother; the only difference was the eyes. Pip's being blue and his sister's being brown. She was literally the spitting image of her mother despite the eyes. She was a little cutie and she knew how to use it. She was at that age in which she would tell on anyone if she saw something like a little tattle-tale.
Pip went inside to find his father running around the room in a urgency in what seemed to be cleaning up. Pip was quite confused.
"Father, what's going on?" Pip asked, slowly.
"Reverend Maxi is to dine with us tonight." His father explained.
"Is that so?" Pip asked.
"Yes, now son, please dress in your most formal attire," Pip's father said.
He bowed his head in a nod, "Aye, sir."
"Oh, and Son," He offered a look.
"Aye," Pip asked.
"Ready your sister as well. She is about." His father said.
"Aye...sir," Pip hesitated before ascending the staircase.
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The Pirrup's were gathered in the dining room setting the table and waiting for the Revered to arrive. It was a quarter to six when they heard a knock on the door.
"Children," Their mother called. "Look presentable, please." They stood in front of the dining table with their hands folded in front of themselves. Grace just copied her older brothers'. She always like to do things just like them, to dress like them, to be like them. She looked up to her just adored them as a younger sibling would.
Their father opened the do to a man who was around the age of late 30's early 40's. He had long brownish-grey hair and wise brown eyes. The two boy's bowed their heads in greetings, followed by their sister after.
"Welcome to our home Reverend Maxi, sir." Mr. Pirrup said.
"And what a lovely home it is." Maxi said, stepping in. "This must be your wife and children." He said, glancing over them.
"Aye, this is my wife, Georgia," Mr. Pirrup said, gesturing to her. "And my children, Jeremiah, Phillip, and young Grace." He said.
Grace smiled, "I'm four now." She said, grinning ear to ear. She loved meeting new people. Even though she saw the minister everyday for church, she'd never spoken face to face. Once everyone was introduced they all sat. Pip led pray. The minister was quite impressed to say the least.
There was a point at which the table was silent. Maxi cleared his throat, catching everyone at the tables attention. He set down his napkin and look to Pip's father with a smile. "Mr. Pirrup, I came her with a purpose,not just a free meal. Everyone here is a good Christian and it is clear you all have faith in our religion." Maxi took a sip of the water then continued, "I am stepping down as minister and in my place I would like you, Mr. Pirrup." His face lit up.
"Farther, I...that's delightful! I would love to take on after you." Mr. Pirrup smiled, eternally greatful. "I will fufill this duty as if destiny!" He said.
"Wonderful." The minister smiled. "Tomorrow I will summon thy unto noon." Maxi stood, wipped his face with the napkin and nodded his head, "Thank you for a wonderful meal; good evening then, Pirrup's." With that Maxi left, the Pirrup hosehold was more than full of excitement.
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Later that night Pip lay in for bed. He had his own room; although used to be one large room until his father built the walls between he, his brother and their sister. He laid down and immediately fell to sleep. About two hours into this wonderous sleep, his eyes opened. 'Am I still dreaming?' Pip wondered. It felt very much like a dream; he felt airy and light, like nothing could hurt him. His eyes were blurry, but adjusted to the darkness. Just as on cue, a dark, slender figure loomed over Pip on the bed. He didn't feel scared or threated by the figure, but oddly...comfortable.
Suddenly facial features began to appear as the figure grew closer to Pip's sleepy face. He could see red circles glow and burn into his skin. It felt good, actually; like a hot bath. Hair formed and could be seen as it drew past the figures face. He finally now could see a real face. He couldn't look away; not like he wanted to. The boy's face was like a sweet song that you wanted to listen to again and again till you knew the lyrics by heart.
The face grew closer. "Are you real?" Pip whispered as the face came closer.
"If you want me to be," The sound of the boy's voice drew Pip's attention even more than before. Finally, the space between the two was gone and the boy brushed lips with the blonde. Pip knew it was wrong, they were both boys. It was just a dream though, right? What harm could kissing a boy in a dream do? Pip fell into the kiss without further hesitation. If this were real, it would be his first kiss. To a boy. He guessed he wouldn't mind if this wasn't a dream; kissing the boy felt right. Although Pip had no idea who the boy was. Then, it clicked; the boy by the trees! This was him! Why was he dreaming of kissing him?
He didn't know; nor did he care. Pip lay limp on his bed at full mercy to whatever the boy desired to do to him. Their lips meshed and were sown together by time, never wanting it to end. Something slick and of a different taste entered Pip's mouth. Pip squirmed under the boy as the kiss grew deeper. Faster and faster the kiss became and the more Pip liked it. He let a small moan escape as the boy pulled back then back onto his lips. The boy slowly moved onto Pip's jawline, then his neck; nipping, kissing and licking in every place. Pip couldn't help but moan. Squirming every time the boy let his tongue roam his soft, milky white skin.
Pip was lost in this world of desire and he didn't know how to get out, but he didn't care; the boy's lips were soft like a cloud.
"Who are you," Pip asked, as the boy drew away from his skin. Pip let out a small whimper. The boy did not utter a word; just staired deep into Pip's eyes. His red orbs were ominously beautiful and Pip didn't want to look away. The began to get up and leave. He wondered toward the window. Pip followed the boy with his eyes, "Will you be back?" Pip murmured, unsure of why he was asking. The boy only nodded and then, disappeared out the window.
And the boy did; every night returning to Pip's room doing most of the same things. Kissing him and biting him; Pip couldn't quite grasp the point of it. He didn't mind though. It felt good. He liked it. He felt drawn to the boy, wanted to know more of him and why he was doing what he was doing.
Although Pip woke up every morning right as rain, he still felt a dreary feeling fall over him by noon. He would fall into thoughts of the boy, distracting him and keeping him from working or sleeping right.
'Were these really dreams?'