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A Day in the Trunk

A few hours had passed and I was starting to wonder if they just put us in a trunk to leave us there and die. Alfred managed to squirm off of me, so I could move over and create a little bit more room. When we both finally found a half comfy position to lay down with, there was still barely any room. I felt like my hip was going to break the wall of the trunk because it was pressing against it with a lot of force. I bet Alfred was having the same issue on his side.

This tight space made it so our elbows were on top of each other, and our waists were touching. My back and hands hurt from being squished by my weight. I tried to focus on something else to try to be comfortable.

My thoughts were interrupted when he said, "I am giving this service a one out of five. The bedding is way too hard for my liking." He laughed a little at his own joke. My eyes had already adjusted to the dark. I saw his face turn to me. I couldn't see the color in his eyes, and I really missed the sky blue color that laid in the center.

I couldn't believe he was making a joke at a time like this, but I had to admit, it was definitely funny. I laughed and said, "I don't think we should give them any stars. The lights here don't even work." He laughed at my come back louder than he did for his. I never really thought of myself as funny, but with him I felt like I could do anything. I felt more comfortable with myself when he was around.

He broke my thoughts yet again, when he said, "I know it sucks that we are being kidnapped and held for ransom and all, but it helps that I am with you. That is not too weird is it?" "No not at all. You know, I actually was thinking the same thing," I replied, blushing. Why was I blushing? I was just saying that I liked his company while being kidnapped rather than being alone, so why did I feel like I was saying so much more?

We stared through the darkness at each other for quite some time before he said, "After this. After we are released. I really want to take you on a real camping trip. I'd like to get to know you without the feeling of fear looming around me." I could now see him smiling in the darkness. I responded, "Ya, that would be nice. Hey, have you ever wanted to go to London?"

"Yes, actually I have. I used to want to go, so I could see the London Eye."

"Used to? What made you change?"

"I guess my world came crashing down when my parents died. I was always the weird kid in high school, so I had no friends. No one was around to be there for me. I had to work extra hard to get good grades and work a job so I could pay for college. I was lucky that my parents left me enough money for food, gas, and my house. I just became so busy that I lost sight of that wish."

"Wait you were the weird kid?"

"I tell you this sad story of how I lost my dream, and that is what you want to know?" he said, laughing.

I laugh along, "I just never would have guessed that you never had friends. I thought that you were a cool guy that was popular with everyone!" He looked up at the roof of the trunk, with a big smile on his face. He said, "Actually, you are my first f… friend."

He stared at me again, still smiling, but the way he said friend, I could tell he was a little disappointed. Wait… did he feel the same way about me that I was starting to feel for him? Was I just starting to feel for him? No… I had been feeling this all day. The feeling though made me sick. I never saw myself having a girlfriend, but… I definitely never saw myself having a boyfriend either. Uggh! What is wrong with me?

"Me too," I said, "You were actually my first…friend, too." It felt weird saying friend to be honest. I didn't want him to think of me as just a friend. I wanted more, but I didn't know how to say it. We both stared at each other in silence.

He then lifted his head, and said, "How long has it been since they shoved us into here?"

"Umm. I think it has been around five hours. I am not sure though."

"I wonder where they are taking us."

"I don't know. I just hope they didn't just put us in the trunk to leave us here and die."

"Great! Now I have yet another thing to worry about," he said laughing. I laughed along awkwardly, thinking about if I should have said that. I probably sounded like a real pessimist. Since he was an optimist, I bet he didn't find that attractive at-. Crap! Of course he doesn't find me attractive. I'm a guy!

"I just got an idea! So you know how they tied our hands together with some cheap rope?" Alfred asked, turning on his side to face me better. I did the same, as I said, "Ya. It is starting to hurt." "Well, I think we can maybe get them off," he responded, smiling. I smiled too, but not as happily. "How?" I asked, interested in what he had planned.

"We can untie them with our teeth," he said, seeming very proud of his answer. I just stared at him. He then explained, "Here. I'll lay on my stomach, so you can easily get to my hands, and you can pull on the end of the rope with your teeth. I saw this in a movie once. This should make them untie." "Fine; I guess it is worth a shot…" I said. "Great!" he said, as he rolled over onto his stomach.

I had to dodge him because, he practically rolled over onto me. I got up as quick as I could, but then came down on top of him. Well… if things couldn't get more awkward… "Sorry" I said, as I realized that we pretty much switched spots. Except, I was on top of him instead of in his spot. "You're fine," he said, "Just untie me, and then I'll untie you."

I nodded my head, though he couldn't see it, and scooted backwards a bit, so I could align my face with his hands. This was indeed very awkward, but I rounded up all of those kinds of thoughts, and threw them away to concentrate on untying the rope.

It was hard a first, finding the rope with my teeth. I put my forehead on where I thought his arm was, and followed it down with my mouth until I reached his hands. I was only using my lips to search for the rope, because then when I found it, I would be able to pull the rope right then.

I followed the trail of rope until I found the end. I then bit onto it with my teeth, and pulled my head as far back as I could go. I let go, when my head hit the ceiling of the trunk. That was all I could do, so I guess whatever happened, happened. I looked down to see that Alfred's hands were indeed untied.

I fell to where he was laying before. For some reason, that took all of my strength. I guess that was what I got for not being an active person. I rested for a second, my stomach facing the ground. I soon felt a hand on my shoulder. "Thanks! I know that was probably hard for you right?" Alfred asked. "I'm just not an active person," I replied, nodding.

I then felt his hands start to mess around with my rope until I felt it get loose. My hands fell to my sides, and my arms hurt from being tied behind my back for so long. "Owe!" I groaned, as a turned on my back, and felt my wrists. There were rope burns all around them.

Alfred laughed, as he lay back down next to me, and said, "I know, it hurts! But hey, it feels nice to not have your hands under your back anymore, right?" I smiled at him, and said, "Ya, I guess so." "What are we going to do when they get us out of here? What are they going to do when they see that we have our hands untied?" I asked.

"Hmm, I haven't really thought about that…"

"Aren't you a little bit worried?"

"Not as much as I would normally be. You being here is calming me down."

I blushed, "Ya, well what if I or you get shot because we have our hands untied?"

"I won't let that happen," Alfred said, frowning.

"What?"

"I will protect you. I will not let you die, so don't worry. I will also get us out of here."

A tear escaped my eye. Why the bloody hell was I crying? I sniffled. Crap! At least he couldn't see that I was crying because of the darkness, but now he could hear it. "Arthur are you ok?" Alfred said, resting his face just centimeters away from mine. Oh how I wanted to hug him…no… kiss him. Why was I feeling this towards him? Wasn't it wrong?

I didn't want to ruin the friendship that was only starting to blossom, so I stayed where I was, still crying. All I could say to answer to him though, was, "Thank you." That was when I started to cry harder than I had ever cried before.

I tried to silently cry, because the last thing I wanted to do was make him think of me as weak. I wiped my tears with his jacket sleeve. I kept the sleeve up to my face when I smelled his scent on it. I could barely smell it since it was from his high school years, but I could still sense it there.

I laid there for a few seconds, trying to calm down, and just smell of him on his jacket. I was interrupted though, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, and brought me close to Alfred's chest. I put my hands on my face, because I didn't want him to take a closer look at my tear stained face. He wrapped his right arm around my back, and he managed to place the other underneath my rib cage and around my back.

He started to slowly draw circles around my back, soothing me. To be honest, it only made me cry harder. No one has ever been this nice to me except my mom. I have tried to push everyone away including him, yet he stayed with me no matter what. I put my head down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He rested his chin on the top of my head.

He whispered, "Shh. You're ok. Your welcome." I hiccupped as I sobbed. He only hugged me tighter. I then finally built up the courage to hug him back. "Thank you so much for everything," I said, muffling my words through his shirt. We were both hugging each other tightly at this point. He responded, "No, Arthur. I should be the one thanking you."

I soon started to calm down, though my breathing was still off. I hiccupped every once in a while, but it wasn't as bad as before. I wanted to look up at Alfred, but I didn't want to disturb the position we were in, in any way. By the way he wasn't talking anymore, I guess he was asleep. I closed my eyes and took in the deep smell of him. His scent even calmed me down. Being in his embrace, I felt safe. I didn't feel like we were in the car trunk anymore. I felt like I was at home.

My thoughts soon became dark and heavy, and I slipped into sleep. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in his embrace, and thinking to myself, 'He is definitely an American I will come to love".

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I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. I then heard three familiar voice start to talk. I opened my eyes to see Alfred still sleeping. Our legs were intertwined together, and our arms were still wrapped around each other. A small smile was placed on Alfred's face, as he slept peacefully. I smile at the sight of him.

I heard a key start to rustle on the trunk door. The trunk started to open, and I was ready for anything. Anything that these three bad men were going to throw at us, I could do it, because Alfred was going to be by my side through it all.

A/N: How did you like it? I think it is pretty good… I don't know though. Sorry it is short. Not much happens in a cramped trunk… The next chapter is a lot longer though, I promise! I guess you can review if you want another chapter...? I already wrote the next chapter, so review quickly so I can publish quickly, ok? Great! Bye!