Jess's POV:
The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Chigger, my new dog that I rescused from the True Americans Militia group, pitifully whining in my ear. I peeled my eyes open, having been pulled away from one of the best dreams in my life. "I'm up, I'm up." I grumbled, throwing on jeans to make my way down to the cold kitchen to feed and walk Chigger. While he was doing his thing, I grabbed a Diet Coke from the fridge and heated up leftover Manicotti for my last breakfast. It was 10am, and Rob was being released at noon, so I got Ruth to agree to drive me over there. She's been alot nicer where it concerns Rob since she found out he pretty much saved my ass back with the Militia Group.
So, an hour later, Ruth and I left, after I told her I'd catch a ride home with Rob and his mom...Well, I'd go to his place with them. Mrs. Wilkins had the lunch and dinner rush at Joe's tonight, so she would stay home long enough to get Rob settled and make sure he was ok, then would high-tail it outta there. Then I would completely make up to him everything that had happened.
What? It's an empty house, what did you think was going to happen??
So, anyways, I got out of the car at the hospital, waved bye to Ruth, who sped off, tooting the horn like she usually did. I went to Rob's room to find it empty of people. Except him, I mean.
"Hey you." I said slyly. I'd choosen to wear one of the new skirts I'd bought back in September, coupled with pantyhose (obviously. It was, like, ten degrees outside.) and a matching long sleeved top. Rob's gorgous gray eyes traveled over me as he replied with, "Hey yourself."
He was sitting up in the bed, pretty much ready to leave. I came and sat down next to him, giving him a hug as I did so. Rob's hands felt their way to my back, finding a spot to get comfortable in the small of my back. My own hands took up residence behind his neck. "So, how'd last night go?" Rob asked. "You know, the car ride home?"
Rob's POV:
Hospitals suck. That's all I have to say about them.
Seriously. As much as they charge for someone to stay- and believe you me, I know how much they charge- you'd think they could get cable for the TVs to keep a guy occupied. Especially when that guy's hot underage girlfriend comes to visit him for injuries that are partly her fault, and he's trying not to throw her onto the bed and shower her with passionate kisses. Yeah, cable would be nice.
But no. So the TV was off when Jess walked in, wearing this cute mini skirt that doesn't seem to suit her, but did. She sat down next to me on the hospital bed and gave me a hug. This was probably a bad idea, seeing as I can hardly keep my hands off her when she doesn't initiate contact. Dammit, distract yourself! I scolded myself.
"So, how'd last night go?"
"Good." Jess said, her hands still around my neck. "My dad says you're a good kid because your mom raised you right, and my mom isn't speaking to me or him."
"What?" I said shocked. "Why not?" I took my hands off Jess's back, and stared into her brown eyes. There was something there...something good. Something like...Excitement?
"She doesn't like the fact that you are a) graduated, b) not going to college, and c) eighteen." Jess said, somewhat miffed by the fact that I had moved my hands. There was still that look of excitement in her eyes though. I soon found out why.
"But they've both given me permission to go to Randy's wedding with you. I mean, if you still want me to go with you." Jess added hastily.
Aha, that's what that excitement was all about. "Damn straight I want you to go." I said, putting my hands back onto Jess's back. She gave me a huge smile- the one she'd flashed the first time we sat next to each other in detention- and then decided to start cleaning up the room, I guess so that we could be ready to go, since they were releasing me in twenty minutes.
Jess's POV:
Rob sat there on his bed, flipping through some book. I hadn't seen the title, so I have no idea what it was, but he seemed fairly content. We were back at his place, up in his room, and Mrs. Wilkins had already left. I was just kind of standing there, leaned against his window, watching Rob. His heavy bandages had been replaced by a few bits of white gauze, and you could see that the cut wasn't all that bad. It would leave a bit of a scar, which I had already voiced would be sexy as hell on him. It was as I was watching him, randomly going on about something, when Rob got up and joined me by the window, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me into him.
Rob kissed me lightly on my lips, and I tried not to notice how fast my heart was beating. I mean, Rob was constantly telling me we couldn't really do anything because of our age differences. When he kissed me a second time, with more power and a little tounge, I stopped trying not to notice my heartrate. I just sunk into it, kissing him back hungrily as we glided to his bed. We fell into it, Rob's body completely on top of mine, pushing me into the mattress. He wrapped his arms around me, as mine were already around him, and I heard this little moan escape from my lips. Rob heard it too, and it seemed to excite him. We kept kissing for more than an hour, almost constantly, without stopping to breathe hardly. It was incredible.
And absolutely no warning for what was about to happen.
The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Chigger, my new dog that I rescused from the True Americans Militia group, pitifully whining in my ear. I peeled my eyes open, having been pulled away from one of the best dreams in my life. "I'm up, I'm up." I grumbled, throwing on jeans to make my way down to the cold kitchen to feed and walk Chigger. While he was doing his thing, I grabbed a Diet Coke from the fridge and heated up leftover Manicotti for my last breakfast. It was 10am, and Rob was being released at noon, so I got Ruth to agree to drive me over there. She's been alot nicer where it concerns Rob since she found out he pretty much saved my ass back with the Militia Group.
So, an hour later, Ruth and I left, after I told her I'd catch a ride home with Rob and his mom...Well, I'd go to his place with them. Mrs. Wilkins had the lunch and dinner rush at Joe's tonight, so she would stay home long enough to get Rob settled and make sure he was ok, then would high-tail it outta there. Then I would completely make up to him everything that had happened.
What? It's an empty house, what did you think was going to happen??
So, anyways, I got out of the car at the hospital, waved bye to Ruth, who sped off, tooting the horn like she usually did. I went to Rob's room to find it empty of people. Except him, I mean.
"Hey you." I said slyly. I'd choosen to wear one of the new skirts I'd bought back in September, coupled with pantyhose (obviously. It was, like, ten degrees outside.) and a matching long sleeved top. Rob's gorgous gray eyes traveled over me as he replied with, "Hey yourself."
He was sitting up in the bed, pretty much ready to leave. I came and sat down next to him, giving him a hug as I did so. Rob's hands felt their way to my back, finding a spot to get comfortable in the small of my back. My own hands took up residence behind his neck. "So, how'd last night go?" Rob asked. "You know, the car ride home?"
Rob's POV:
Hospitals suck. That's all I have to say about them.
Seriously. As much as they charge for someone to stay- and believe you me, I know how much they charge- you'd think they could get cable for the TVs to keep a guy occupied. Especially when that guy's hot underage girlfriend comes to visit him for injuries that are partly her fault, and he's trying not to throw her onto the bed and shower her with passionate kisses. Yeah, cable would be nice.
But no. So the TV was off when Jess walked in, wearing this cute mini skirt that doesn't seem to suit her, but did. She sat down next to me on the hospital bed and gave me a hug. This was probably a bad idea, seeing as I can hardly keep my hands off her when she doesn't initiate contact. Dammit, distract yourself! I scolded myself.
"So, how'd last night go?"
"Good." Jess said, her hands still around my neck. "My dad says you're a good kid because your mom raised you right, and my mom isn't speaking to me or him."
"What?" I said shocked. "Why not?" I took my hands off Jess's back, and stared into her brown eyes. There was something there...something good. Something like...Excitement?
"She doesn't like the fact that you are a) graduated, b) not going to college, and c) eighteen." Jess said, somewhat miffed by the fact that I had moved my hands. There was still that look of excitement in her eyes though. I soon found out why.
"But they've both given me permission to go to Randy's wedding with you. I mean, if you still want me to go with you." Jess added hastily.
Aha, that's what that excitement was all about. "Damn straight I want you to go." I said, putting my hands back onto Jess's back. She gave me a huge smile- the one she'd flashed the first time we sat next to each other in detention- and then decided to start cleaning up the room, I guess so that we could be ready to go, since they were releasing me in twenty minutes.
Jess's POV:
Rob sat there on his bed, flipping through some book. I hadn't seen the title, so I have no idea what it was, but he seemed fairly content. We were back at his place, up in his room, and Mrs. Wilkins had already left. I was just kind of standing there, leaned against his window, watching Rob. His heavy bandages had been replaced by a few bits of white gauze, and you could see that the cut wasn't all that bad. It would leave a bit of a scar, which I had already voiced would be sexy as hell on him. It was as I was watching him, randomly going on about something, when Rob got up and joined me by the window, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me into him.
Rob kissed me lightly on my lips, and I tried not to notice how fast my heart was beating. I mean, Rob was constantly telling me we couldn't really do anything because of our age differences. When he kissed me a second time, with more power and a little tounge, I stopped trying not to notice my heartrate. I just sunk into it, kissing him back hungrily as we glided to his bed. We fell into it, Rob's body completely on top of mine, pushing me into the mattress. He wrapped his arms around me, as mine were already around him, and I heard this little moan escape from my lips. Rob heard it too, and it seemed to excite him. We kept kissing for more than an hour, almost constantly, without stopping to breathe hardly. It was incredible.
And absolutely no warning for what was about to happen.