We moved on the next day. He sent her out for supplies, bottled water, a new map, little shit like that.
When she left, I grabbed him, pouncing and biting like the beast I am.
"You're my favorite animal."
I roared at him in response. He smiled the slightest bit.
Quickly, I got up and dragged him by both wrists to the shower. The first couple minutes, we both concerned ourselves with actually getting clean. But we kept bumping each other, rubbing by mistake and well, I don't need to draw a picture for ya do I?
After, we cleaned up, somehow sweaty despite the shower, and not a bit cleaner. I swear to god, he'll be the death of me.
Sitting in the bottom of the shower, long since clean, I looked up at him. He was totally OCD when it came to showers. He took forever, combing shampoo through his hair, scrubbing under his arms, behind his knees, the back of his neck. Hell, he shampooed his pubes and conditioned them. When we shower together, I always clean myself more than when I shower alone.
I really missed his hair. Before, when we first met, his hair was long. Like a girl's. It was tied back and I ended up grabbing it a lot when we first fought, tugging him towards me and trying to land a stab on him.
But after the cops got called, he thought that it'd be better if we both changed our appearances. He sat me between his legs and poured a whole lot of rank ammonia on my scalp and shit did it burn.
I looked cool though. Like a hot, tan blonde. I thought I looked kinda dangerous too. I'm pretty sure less people fuck with me now.
But him, he just cut off that ponytail and trimmed the rest of it. We were in a fucked gas station bathroom.
I kept his ponytail. In a plastic bag. He looked at me, like he just realized what we were going to become.
"You keep surprising me."
"We don't know each other that well, I guess."
He said nothing, simply pulled me towards the sink and rinsed my hair again. I could hear him breath shallow, through his nose. I blamed it on the ammonia, but I think he was finally hit by the fact that he was fucking a guy, to put it crudely. Crudeness, after all, is a big part of my personality.
The shower is suddenly shut off, and I can't believe how lost I was in thought. He was the one who did stuff like that, thinking all the time, not me.
He squatted down to my eyelevel and just stared, for a long time.
"Where are you from?"
"New York."
He said nothing, only ran his hand through my hair. The roots showed, dark and bright, I knew, even though I couldn't see them unless I looked in a mirror.
"You?" I finally asked.
The pause between the question was so long I knew he wouldn't really tell me.
"Around."
I wasn't surprised, just a little disappointed that I'd given him an answer.
I thought I suburb was more than likely, not a city itself. Rich people didn't like those dirty places of whores and junkies.
That was another thing about him, I thought while toweling off and sitting on Fuu's bed. He was unmistakably rich and European. I figure maybe Russian. Or something Nordic. Wherever his family was originally from, it was really cold there, and that coldness was a part of him. He belonged to that coldness whether or not he wanted to.
Fuu let herself in, while he was pulling on a pair of boxers and I was lounging naked, still on her bed.
We both threw ourselves into modesty, covering our dicks and asses, hiding in shirts and towels while she shrieked in embarrassment.
After Jon was dressed and I was wearing jeans, at least, no underwear and no shirt, he let her back in. it'd only been a couple minutes.
"Some guy wanted to know how much an hour was, so I stepped on his foot and pinched his nose and I told him, 'an our is sixty minutes, jerk!'"
I laughed my ass off at that one, but Jon looked pissed.
"We'd better get going," he said. The look in his eyes told me we'd be sneaking out. It'd save us a bundle, but I knew he felt like crap doing that. I patted his shoulder and suggested it, knowing it was what we had to do, but also knowing he wouldn't bring it up.
"How about we skip the tab?"
"Sounds good," Fuu said. She was polishing her nails. We hadn't given her money to buy stupid luxuries.
"That better've come from your own money," Jon said, swiping the bottle and reading the bottom.
"Under 18?" he said. He laughed.
"It was only a couple bucks, you miser!"
"Jon, relax. I'll use it if it makes you feel better."
That made his face loosen. Still, no smile.
We hit the road at nine thirty. In the morning. She whined about being in the backseat, about not getting to shower, and finally about how hungry she was.
"Well, you'll be paying for your own food."
"Fine," she said, trying hard to sound like she couldn't care less."
"We're not your family. We're not your friends. We're simply your traveling companions."
"Play nice, Jon."
He shot me a deadly glare. I knew we'd be getting our own room tonight, not to fuck, but to fight. Hope the cleaning ladies don't mind a spot of blood. Well, maybe more than a spot.
"I'm seriously hungry, Jon. Let's pull over? Look, a Denny's!"
"That three dollars you spent on nail polish could've bought you a sandwich."
She kicked the back of his seat and said she felt like screaming.
"Don't scream, sweetest, or I'll have to gag you."
"Is that a threat, Blondie? Or is it a promise of foreplay?"
She was the kind of jailbait you'd willingly go to prison for. God, she was so damned hot.
"It's a promise, but no foreplay. Just, me and Jon are really getting tired of that squeaky voice of yours."
Jon laughed, short and dry. I looked at him, surprised. Usually, he didn't like when I spoke for him. But he always tried to speak for me. It got me riled up quick.
I think it was a problem because I felt like he was the dominant one when he did that. And we both knew there wasn't a Dom and Sub. There was not real 'top' or 'bottom.' It was just two guys, who really liked fucking each other. It wasn't a matter of being the girl. We both knew we were men.
We had to keep fighting to prove we deserved each other. If I weren't his equal, he'd have no interest. I think it was the same with me. Girls and guys who proved too weak lost my interest like nothing else.
When they were clingy and boring, and they cried when I fucked them and left, nothing was more irritating. And best of all, Jon and I got right violent with each other.