A/N: Here is the next one! My computer died, sorry, so now I am using my dad's laptop .
Disclaimer: Don't own, sad.
LPOV:
When we got home there was a note left on the counter from mom. 'Unload/Reload the dishwasher'. I stared at the mountain of dishes in the sink I groaned, as I showed Alex the note he copied me. Well, at least Martin wasn't home, he was at Mathletes, nerd. Ugh, I hate math, luckily Alex enjoys it, ha, some things will never change! The man always does the taxes!
WHOA, wait a second here, NOT an okay train of thought Lisa! Marriage? Really? No, right now we are just supposed to be friends anyway, at least to the public. Let's move back to the present, the dishwasher. I opened it and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was only half-full. Alex watched me from his position leaning against the counter, this I allowed as he really knew where nothing went. Soon I had put away all the dishes and began to load in the dirty ones, Alex remained still. I glared at him from the corner of my eye, he was leaning against the counter right next to the dishwasher, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked so hot, with his chestnut hair hanging slightly in his right eye. I averted my eyes just before I fell into those swirling pools of luscious hazel, I had work to do.
I moved again towards the towering piles of dishes next to the sink, and began putting in any and all silverware. Alex made no move to help, I smiled evilly. I gingerly picked up a container of some rotten food with as little contact as possible, and set its slimy outside on top of his crossed arms.
"Sh*t!" He jumped. I laughed as he grimaced and peeled the sickening container from his skin. He walked with it at arm's length and dumped the contents into the trash can.
"Help lazybones!" I said, still laughing at his expression. He then put the container in the dishwasher and we began to load the dishes together. The mountainous piles quickly became smaller as we laughed through it, it was easy, and fun to load the dishwasher with Alex, even though we were still doing the same gross work, we were doing it together, and it felt good; right.
When we were done loading we washed our hands. There was only one sink so we kept bumping hips and elbows, but neither of us minded. Somewhere it became a game, see who could bump the person out of the sink. I was winning, so competitive as he is, Alex brought splashing to the table. He cupped his hands under the sink and then dumped the water on my head. I gave him an oh-no-you-didn't look and got out the spray nozzle, I pulled the trigger right in his face. He got soaked. I laughed and stopped spraying, I grabbed a towel, his next attack missed me by a mile because he was still blinded from my attack. I hit him with the towel anyway, my head was sufficiently dry. He finally wiped the water from his eyes, and I fell into them. The red-brown pools pulled me in with the shine of laughter, pure joy, and… love? As we connected his eyes darkened slightly, and I knew mine had too, the love was still prominent, but we both needed more than friendship, neither of us had stopped loving each other, and I would bet my life that we never will. The day at school hiding had only brought us closer, and right now all I wanted was to kiss him. It looked like my wish was to be granted. He pushed my long hair back with his hand. He moved closer, stopping just an inch away from me.
"I love you Lisa" He said, the first time since we had met again. I smiled.
"I love you too Alex" I murmured against his warm breath before crashing my lips to his. The earth was spinning, but Alex and I stayed safe and still in each other's arms. The kiss was beautiful, but gentle. If others were watching it would have looked like just any kiss, simple, short, easy. But for us it was pushing ourselves to the limit, a limit we could not go over. Being in love was one thing, hiding it was another; if we crossed this limit hiding would be impossible. Just a few notches higher on the kissing scale, and that one period without him would be pure unadulterated torture, for the sake of hiding we kissed with as much love and passion as we could while staying inside our limit.
The door crashed open and we pulled apart, smiling. I glanced at the clock, confirming that Martin had just come home. I grabbed a backpack, watching Alex do the same.
"-And so that is how the banana gets to the U.S.A." Alex said randomly, life saver. I laughed.
"Martin! We are going upstairs to work on homework in our room, holler if you need us!" I called to him and practically shoved Alex up the stairs. I held back my laughter until the door was closed, then I burst out laughing. "How the banana gets to the U.S.? Really?" I questioned in between giggles.
"Hey! It worked didn't it?" He held up his hands in innocence.
"Yeah, it did, but you better think of some more of those." I said. He looked puzzled and then realization dawned, then he went to a puzzled mask.
"Well why would I do that?" He asked.
"You can't say the same thing every time we get caught kissing, someone will notice." I whispered.
"Well how often will we get caught?" He asked, testing me. We were both smiling.
"I don't know how often we will get caught, but I quite enjoy kissing you, so I believe that shall be a common occurrence." He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? Well maybe I don't enjoy kissing you, did you think about that?" He asked, smug.
"Actually I did, and then I thought, you have kissed me more than once, it must be okay. And, anyway, who cares what you think?" I know I do.
"I think you do" He said, reading my mind. "And you are right, kissing you is rather enjoyable." He smiled, kissing me again, I kissed him back. The kiss was almost the same as the last one, and during it I lost all sense of time. Though the kiss was most likely only a few seconds it seemed like forever, yet at the same time, it wasn't nearly long enough, forever would never be enough, I could kiss Alex until the world falls apart and we go to heaven, where I would say hello to God, and everyone, and then go on kissing Alex for all of eternity, because this was as close to heaven as one could get without dying. We pulled away as Martin ascended the stairs. And by the time he had opened the door we were sprawled across my queen sized bed, starting on history. His suspicions unproven he got out his math homework and we all began working on it. We laughed often and we soon got our work done Martin went to my computer when he had his own across the hall, I guess he was still suspicious.
The next two weeks were much the same. Alex got the job with me, and we still had all but that one class together, we went to school, he slept on the couch, and Sarah and my siblings went home. Every time we were sufficiently alone we kissed, of hugged, of held hands, or just murmured 'I love you's, it wasn't easy, we wanted to be together more publicly, but people couldn't know what had happened between us. Lily knew something was up, but for the most part she kept quiet and happy, she never told me what was wrong, and I shrugged, when she wanted to talk about it she would, I knew that, and she knew that, that was how it always was. Except in elementary school at recess we would just sit next to each other all recess, for a few days in a row even, when something was up. We would just walk out past the playground and the other kids, and we would sit in silence, waiting for the other to speak. Eventually, the clouds, the wind, the smell of the freshly cut grass we were sitting on, or maybe just the comfort of a person who cares sitting next to you, seemingly wasting their time for something that may not even have anything to do with them, pushed us to speak, sometimes it was as simple as I like that boy, or they are being really rude to me. Others it was 'I can't believe you did that' and 'I am so sorry', one time it was moving, Lily thought she had to move, and was really scared, she thought I would get mad, but no, I was just sad, luckily, she was okay, and stayed, but that sitting lasted three recess days. Now though it wasn't as simple as that, we simply didn't have time to be together 100% of the time, and I missed her, but she should know she can come to me with anything.
But on Tuesday 2 weeks later, something was wrong. I woke up and practically flew to the bathroom adjoining our bedroom. I opened the toilets and hurled. When my stomach felt freshly empty, I was confused. I wasn't feverish, or anything, I wasn't sick, but I just barfed up last night's lasagna. I shrugged it off and reached under the cabinet for the mouthwash. I didn't feel it. I sat down on the cool tile and looked at the towels and mirror cleaner, and toilet paper. I also saw a box of tampons. Next to them sat my calendar, I glanced at it. Then put it back seeing the mouthwash. I jumped and grabbed my calendar again, holy crap, I am a week late. I rinsed my mouth and tried to calm my nerves. You just threw up Lisa, you are fine, stay home for today. I composed myself as best I could and took a deep breath, I slipped back into the bedroom and under the covers.
O my freaking gosh, I am 18, a Christian girl, who mysteriously went missing for 30 hrs. in my senior year of high school and wanting desperately to become a Washington state freshman next year, but here I am, sleeping in the same room as the love of my life who raped for me; who went mentally insane without me, and I have his unborn child growing inside of me. It's exactly what I always wanted, in exactly the scenario it wasn't allowed to happen in.
A/N: Sorry, I feel as though adding more detail than I originally planned may not have worked too well, since I have absolutely no idea what it feels like to kiss somebody, and am perfectly content with that for now. But look on the bright side! Despite my kissing clichés, you got a longer chapter than planned. Yay! Review please!
