Chapter 4- Leaving

And we talk and window shop till I've forgotten, all their names. Now I don't know who, I'm gunna talk to now at school. Don't know how long its gunna take to feel okay, but I know I had the best day with you, today.

Jez looked at Morgead with awe in her eyes. He was taking her to look at bikes, so she could pick out the one she wanted for her 15th birthday.

"How about this one?" Morgead asked, turning around to face Jez, pointing at a window. Jez picked up her pace to catch up with him. In the window was a beautiful, sleek black Harley '69. Just what she'd been looking for.

"Yes, I love it" she exclaimed happily. Jez turned and threw her arms around his neck. "It's beautiful." Morgead's arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her to him, as he looked down at her tenderly.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Jez looked up at him confused, did he really just say what she thought he said? Morgead was blushing, but Jez didn't care because in that moment, standing there in his arms, he was all she saw. She felt like no one else existed in her world but him and her, and he was all that mattered, he was everything. Jez smiled and her heart skipped a beat when he smiled back at her, taking her breath away with its beauty.

"Thank you," she said, breaking the moment. The world came rushing back around her, but Morgead just smiled and nodded. They both turned and continued walking down the street, heading to where Morgead's bike was parked.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked

"Anything"

"I'm dropping out. I'm sick and tired of school, and those ignorant vermins. I'm done, it isn't like I need to learn anything from them."

"What?" Jez's breathing hitched, and her heart beat faster in a panic. He couldn't drop out, could he? He wouldn't leave her...

"I can't pretend to be like them anymore. I'm not and I don't want to be. They're vermin and I don't want anything to do with them. It sickens me to be around them, I honestly feel like I'm going to be sick in their presence."

"But then who's going to pull pranks with me? Who am I going to talk to? You think I want to be with the damn vermin?"

"You'll find someone else. What about the damned witch boy, Tristan," he said roughly, "He seems to like you."

"I don't want to find someone else, Morgead. I want it to be you! It's always been you, why would I ever want it to be anyone else?"

"Really?"

"Yes really, you idiot. They're vermin, and Tristan is not my type. I want it to be you. I've always wanted it to be you. How could you not see that? Do I ever bother with those damn filthy creatures? Morgead, it's you I want to spend time with. And I would drop out with you, but you know my Uncle would never allow it. Please stay"

"I-I dunno."

"Please Morgead, please stay. For me?" Nothing would be the same if he left. It would take forever to adapt to the change. And honestly, Jez knew she would rather die than go to vermin school by herself, without her best friend.

"I-I'll think about it." But Jez knew him too well, she could see in his eyes that his resolve was bending. Jez grabbed both his hands in hers and they stopped in front of the bike. She sunk down onto her knees, in the middle of the crowded street, a dramatic tactic she had learned from her cousin Ash.

"Please stay, Morgead. I love you, and I'd miss you too much. I would probably kill myself if I had to face that school every day alone."

"Fine," he grumbled. "But get up, and stop embarrassing me, please." Jez laughed triumphantly, but did as he asked. They started getting their helmets on, and got on the bike. As they raced down the street, Morgead could still feel his heart beating fast in his chest from her proclamation of love. Could she really mean it?

"Jez?" he asked tentatively

"Yeah"

"Did you mean what you said?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course. You're my best friend. "

"Oh..." Morgead felt his heart drop in his chest. He should've known that's what she meant. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he chided himself

"I mean you love me too, don't you."

"Yes," More than you'll ever know, he thought miserably. Jez turned and beamed at him.

"You know what?"

"What" Morgead sighed.

"I'm always going to remember this day."

"Why?"

"Cause it was one of the best days of my life. Not only did we pick out my motorcycle, but I won an argument with almost no fight." And as Jez wrapped her arms around his waist, and they drove down the road on their way home, Morgead realized that for now, that was enough. Just to have her happy and there with him.