*Author's Note* I do not own anything! Jumper (c) 20th Century Fox! I do own Leah & Danny (Jennings) and Tyson (Johnson), so no stealies!
I paused as I glazed around after walking for the past fifteen minutes down the sidewalk. This town could only be a few minutes from Tyson's old home and maybe a couple more minutes from mine. When I looked around, I realized I had really no idea where I was. Shrugging off the problem, I jumped back to Tyson's apartment with little amusement. The walk had only gotten me out of the apartment not out of boredom.
I pulled down my hood from my jacket and looked around. Everything was quiet in the living room. I heard some noise coming from Tyson's room… I investigated. I slowly pushed the door open and peeked around it. Tyson had some music playing on his radio and he packed a small backpack.
"What are you doing?"
He almost jumped five feet in the air when I spoke.
"Leah- doesn't give me a damn heart attack!" He stared at me hard and seemed annoyed. "Are you talking about taking a walk?" I asked sweetly, knowing just how to annoy him the right way. "No! Leah, I mean about scaring the shit out of me!" He shouted angrily. Then his zipper got stuck. "God damnit, useless piece of sh-" I grabbed the backpack, placed in front of his face and zipped it without trouble. He growled something intangible.
"Where are you- we- going? Somewhere important?" Tyson pulled on his old grey & black cap that smashed his blond hair against his scalp and made some of it poke out underneath. I raised my eyebrows at him; that was the same cap he had during high school. The one I got for him for Christmas my freshman year.
"Yes; somewhere very important. To Griffin's little place in the middle of nowhere." My shoulders slouched and my face turned into a scowl. My eyes narrowed with angry. The memories were fresh from when he beat the crap out of me and I didn't plan on seeing him again. "I don't want to go back to Griffin, Tyson. I have had enough of him already." I spoke clearly and sternly at Tyson and I knew he got the message…
"Well, I don't give a damn! You're going with me."
… Somewhat. I blew my bangs out of my eyes, as I leaned against the doorframe as he was rummaged through more drawers. I crossed my arms stubbornly and frowned as he finished up packing. He tossed a light backpack to me and as I swung it around to my other shoulder, Tyson walked out and he muttered to himself. I followed after him, as I tried to pick up on what he is saying.
"You know, there has to be other ways for us to rescue my brother besides going to him!" I said loudly as Tyson stretched his hand towards me. I knew instantly he wanted my backpack so I slipped it off and handed it to him. He started to rummage once again, through every cabinet and drawer again. He pulled out all kinds of dry find from cereal to granola bars. He pulled out a lot of granola bars.
"I hope you plan on packing water after all that dry food," I commented to him. He ignored him, zipped the backpack and handed it back to me. "Jesus Christ! What did you pack in here? Was it only granola bars or bricks?!" I complained to him as he swung on his. He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm the one carrying your clean clothes so if you don't want to wake up in rags for the next month-"
"Wait, month? When did you tell me that this was going to be a frickin road trip! A couple of days maybe, but not a frickin month!" He laughed at me anger so I threw a punch into his shoulder. When I made contact he leaped back and said some really nasty swear words combined with words no one else should have to hear.
"I see you've still got your sick and perverted vocabulary, Tyson." He smiled as he grabbed my hand. The heat rushed up to my cheeks also making my ears get pink and then he jumped.
The sun blazed on my back. Sweat poured down my brow. Where were we? The god damn desert.
"Where in hell are we!" Tyson repeated for the uncountable time.
"In the desert, dumbass," I muttered as I shoved pass him. He huffed and tripped me. I jumped just a second before to land only a foot away. I still landed flat out on my face. "Thank you Captain Obvious!" I heard the amusement of his in his voice. I pushed my forehead deeper in the sand and didn't get up. No way in hell I got up in that beating Sun! We had been jumping and had walked about for how long? I had not kept track so I had so sense of time in this God forsaken land! But I did know that we had walked long enough that I couldn't get the damn feel of my legs. I heard him say get up but it just right out the other ear.
"I'm not getting up, Tyson!" I said through a muffle so I didn't get sand in my mouth.
"Get up, lazy butt!" I felt a strong hold on my neck collar and he heaved me up. I frowned angrily as I faced him. I ruffled my hair to get the sand out and he passed me, rolling his eyes. I watched him go by me in the Sun's way.
He had his cap off so I got a full look at his hair and face again.
Tyson had dyed his hair all different colors but he always told me he liked Bleach Blond the best for some reason. He had his left eyebrow pierced and had his right cartilage pierced too. He had both gotten those done when I went with him to his dad's friend tattoo & piercing parlor. I had my cartilage also pierced and had my ears double pierced at the bottom at the time. Only my cartilage remained now. He had always been about half a head, or a bit more, taller than me.
His personality was quite odd; he had always pulled off quicker mood swings than any girl or female teacher I knew. He often kept me laughing when I tried to be all serious and depressing. He promised he'd never actually go down that road. Tyson was a complicated person for those who weren't his closest friends. From afar with his pals, he looked friendly and playful. But if you were a stranger and came up to him alone, you were treated with suspicion because "I have had bad experiences with 'nice' people getting close to me," he gave me the reason for his odd behavior.
Tyson was totally new to the school when he came as a freshman at the high school with me. He was actually supposed to be in sophomore but during Elementary school he got held back in whatever grade he did. So he was technically, a year older than me. He really didn't really mature all until… well, he never did once 'matured' in my eyes during the time I was with him.
"Tyson, didn't you have your tongue pierced once?"
He laughed happily at the old and happy memories. "Yeah, but then it got infected. Wanna see the scar?" He yanked out his tongue and got in my face. I shoved him out of the way as I told him that he was inhuman. But I did notice the little, odd-colored 'x' mark it left on his tongue.
"Ah, little lovers lost." My mind instantly recognized the voice that came from right behind me and a shiver raced down my spine. If he wanted a fight I'd give it to him without hesitating.