Jumper: Cent's Story
Cent starts to see John during late hours, in order to avoid her parents. John and Cent finally express some of their feelings toward each other.
Get ready for chapter seven!
Chapter Seven:
Second Date
Excitment rose inside Cent as she waited on her bed, in her Lord of the Rings pajamas. Her eyes were completely focused on the clock. Watching time go by.
Her parents usually had the habit of going to bed around eleven in the evening. But knowing how in love they were, Cent wouldn't be surprised if they stayed up till five in morning.
The clock went from 9:00 to 11:00 in slow motion.
Cent felt like every minute was an hour. She couldn't get John out of her mind. Let alone the other night. The... kiss... that they both shared in Paris. The way how John held her when they were in his living room.
Now would be a good time! she finally gave in to her inpatience and carefully, but excitedly, jumped off the bed. She rushed into the bathroom and changed clothes.
Emerging out of the bathroom, she was now out of her pajamas and into a pair of blue tight jeans and a purple blouse.
Double checking how quiet the house was, she jumped.
John was doing targeting practice inside his "shooting room". He built the room to be sound-proofed, both in and out.
He perfectly aimed forward, holding the handgun in a professional way. He fired a few rounds and made a couple headshots on the dummies.
I think that is enough for tonight, he said to himself and put the gun down on the small table in front of him.
Walking towards the door, he turned off the light, and exited the shooting room. He closed the door on his way out.
The thing about John's house was that it is actually underground. It lies beneath a large, abandoned powerplant in Los Angeles. John took care of the liberity to fill in the enterances with cement, so that his hideout was safely "secured". The underground house was huge. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, a living room, and the shooting room too. This was the one place that John calles home. He loves it here.
Suddenly, he heard a noise from the living room.
"John?" came a sweet voice from across the hallway.
John's heart jumped when he heard his name.
Cent! his heart lunged for her.
Without thinking, he jumped to the living room.
Cent started to worry. Her heart raced. Her breathing hardened.
She stood in the middle of the living room of John's house. Or at least, she thought it was a house.
"John?" she called out for the second time as she did before.
Some part of Cent worried that he may have been hurt or worse. Just the next ten seconds that followed made her own face turn white.
Oh God! her mind was spinning.
"Hello, beautiful," came John's voice from behind her.
Cent spun around and ran into his embrace. She threw her arms around his waist and squeezed hard.
"Ow!" John chuckled.
Cent pulled back and said, "Sorry."
"Where's the fire?" he teased.
Then he saw the tears in her eyes.
"Hey," he whispered and used his thumb to wipe away the tears from her cheek. "What's the matter? You can tell me."
Cent smiled and touched John's hand, holding it.
"I thought... you... were gone," she said, breathing in and out. "When you didn't respond to me, I just freaked out. Don't do that to me!"
Cent hugged him again and pressed the side of her face into his shirt.
John hugged her back and began to stroke her back.
"Don't worry," he said as calm and gentle as he could. "Nothing will happen to me. Not when I'm with you."
His very words brought warmth and comfort to Cent's heart and mind. She smiled and looked up at him.
Closing her eyes, she movied her lips forward and pressed them against John's.
He kissed back and moved his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her closer towards him.
Cent moved her hands all over John, wanting more of him.
Pulling apart, but still in each other's embrace, they looked into the other's eyes and smiled.
"So," John kissed her forehead, "where does the young princess want to go tonight?"
Cent giggled and thought about it, "How about... hm... someplace warm." She tightened her grip on him. "I feel like walking the beach."
John raised his eyebrows and said, "I have the perfect spot. Hold on tight and don't let go."
"I'll never let go."
John jumped.
Nearly two hours were spent on the sandy beach of the Bahamas. It was late and dark out. The sound of waves were peaceful and the wind was calm. The moon was full and shining bright above the sky.
John and Cent did nothing but walk and sit on the beach, enjoying the moment that they were having together.
Cent didn't care what time it was. She was determined to make this count. And besides, it was Saturday the next day. No school.
"Thank you," Cent held on to John's hand as they walked, bare foot.
"No need to thank me," John responded and smiled. "I just hope that we can find our shoes again. I forgot how long we have been walking."
Cent leaned her side against his and laughed.
"Don't worry," she teased. "I'm in no hurry or anything. I want us to spend as much time together as possible tonight."
"I like the sound of that, but I think it would be best if I got you home by two a.m. Don't want you to be discovered gone by your parents."
"Three o'clock!" Cent protested. "The last thing I need is sleep."
John laughed and said, "Alright, Miss Troublemaker."
Cent's jaw dropped with shock.
"How dare you call me that?!" she pushed him away, laughing.
John laughed back and ran towards her, shoving her, playfully.
Cent laughed again and ran forward, she rammed into John, hearing him groan, as they fall to the sand.
Cent was now on top of him.
They both laughed at their fall and stare into each other's eyes. They calmed down and smile again.
Cent felt something again. It was the same thing that she felt in the hallways of the school and on the top of the Effiel Tower. Whatever it was, it rushed through her body. She felt it giving her warmth.
Cent moved her right hand into John's small hair. She felt John hands moving across her sides and stopping on her hips. His very touch made her skin shiver and want more of him.
Leaning her head down, Cent kissed John again.
For the remainder of their time, they stayed on the sand. Holding each other. Kissing. Touching. And just staring into each other's eyes.
Finally, John was the first to get up. He reached out his hand towards Cent and smiled.
"I think it is time that we hit State-side again," he said.
Cent didn't want to leave just yet. She wanted to hold John on the beach. To kiss him on the beach. And stay with him, forever, on the beach.
Cent took his hand and she felt his strength pulling her up. It amazed her how strong he could be, despite how gentle and kind he was.
"Alright," she forced the words out. "But, at least let me come with you to your place again." She smiled.
John couldn't help himself but allow her smile to make the decision for him.
"Sure, I'd love that" he winked. "Lets go find our shoes first."
Cent took ahold of his hand once more and they walked back to where they came from.
After an hour of searching, they finally found their shoes again and jumped back to John's place again.
Cent was dreading the moment as they appeared in the living. This was where he would kiss her good-night and she would return to her empty bedroom.
Instead of letting John go, she held on tighter. Scared that he may disappear or force her to leave.
John laughed and said, "My jumping isn't that scary, is it? The whole thing is over. You can let go."
Cent began to cry against his chest.
John heard the sobs and got worried.
"Cent?" he asked in a calm and cute voice. "You okay?"
Cent looked up at him, holding on to his shirt.
"I don't want to leave," she said tearfully. "I've been dreading this moment when I would have to leave you tonight. I hate that we are separated by distance, espically when we have the ability to break that. Please!" The tears came harder out harder now. "Please, don't make me leave tonight. I don't care about anything else at the moment. I just want to be with you." She buried her face into his chest again.
John's heart acked. He wanted her badly too. It took almost all of his own strength to make sure that he didn't say anything stupid, but hearing the same thing from her, changed it all. He felt the urge to do say what he has feeling. It has become to hard now to hold it all back. Her words and her feelings are drawing him to say what he feels.
"I..." he began, "... I... don't want you to go either."
Cent's eyes widened and she looked at him again.
"What?" she was confused.
"I don't want you to go," John repeated, whispering. "I've fought the urge to ask you to stay longer, but I can't no more. What you just said, is actually how I feel too."
Cent's heart jumped. Her mind was spinning once more.
"You... want me... to stay?" she asked, her mouth hanging open.
John nodded and he kissed her.
Cent didn't see it coming.
She kissed back and held him tighter again.
They fell on to the couch, holding each other in their arms, comforting each other. Laying side by side.
John stroked her back.
Cent stroked his cheek and his hair.
They didn't say a word. Only the silence spoke for itself.
Finally, about an hour later, they fell alseep, in each other's arms.
Cent smiled in her sleep. Allowing the comfort of peace and security to flow right in.
She was at peace.
Sorry for the wait. I've been a little busy and taking a break.
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