Jumper: Cent's Story

Cent and John spend the morning together, completely blocking out the world and their worries. But what about Cent's "worried" parents?

Say hello to chapter eight!

Chapter Eight:

First Morning Together

Cent awoke from the most beautiful dream that she was having of John. Realizing that she was on the couch, she noticed John's face, just a couple of inches from hers. She smiled and moved her head forward, touching his forehead with hers.

John was smiling as he slept.

Both Cent's and John's arms were wrapped around each other. Their bodies pressed against one another. And their clothes were still on, which was a shock to Cent.

At least nothing ''unexpected'' happened last night, she tried think positive. But then again...

Cent watched as John moved his face, slowly, against the couch. He seemed comfortable and at peace. She smiled as she took in everything about him at the moment. He looked so cute when he slept. His own muscles seemed to be relaxing. He even looked hot in his last night clothes too, but that was just her.

Slowly and gently, John opened his eyes and blinked. He saw her and smiled back. Then, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Cent felt herself melting on the inside and the outside. Her skin felt hot and she closed her eyes as she kissed him back. Moving her hands on his cheeks for support.

Pulling away, John leaned her forehead against hers and whispered, "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

Cent giggled and said, "Very well, actually. I had a dream about you."

John raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of dream?" he playfully asked.

"We were on a beach," Cent began her story, moving her arms around his waist and pulling him against her again. "I got a little... preview... of you... in your swimming trunks." She giggled.

John smiled, in a seductive way.

"What were you wearing?" he teased. "I'd like to go into more detail about you. What swimming suit were you wearing?"

Cent moved her one hand to his head and started playing with his tiny black hair.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" she playfully giggled again. "Sorry, pal. But this is about you, not me." She continued. "We were in the water together. I couldn't help but notice how wet your body was. Your chest. Your arms. Your leges. I carefully studied you over as we swam..."

"What happens next?" he asked, despite that he had a pretty good idea.

Cent smiled even bigger and said, "I woke up. Curse mornings! I really wish that we can continue our dreams without the interuption of mornings."

John chuckled and responded, "Don't give mornings a hard time. They can be fun. You just need to know how to spend them."

"Like how?" she challenged him.

John kissed her, quickly, which made Cent want more from him.

"I'll show ya," he leaned up and hopped over the shoulder of the couch. He came around the corner of the couch and moved his arms right under Cent, picking her up.

Cent laughed as she felt the wind against her as she was lifted up. She was amazed, once again, by his strength.

"Where are we going?" she giggled.

John held her in his arms, her body against his chest.

"To the kitchen," he respond and began to walk out of the living room. "I'm going to make you one awesome breakfast."

They spent almost an entire hour in the kitchen together. John began to make pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice. He and Cent talked as he cooked. Cent sat on the edge of the counter, admiring his handy food-making skills.

"So, tell me, where did you learn to cook?" she asked.

John smiled and flipped the pancake in midair, catching it with the pan as it came down.

"My mother taught me, back when I was really young," he responded, not looking at her. "My mom always wanted to be a chief, but then she met my father, got married, and had me later on. She gave up her dream for me. But she never forgot her gift. She loved to cook. So, one day, I asked her to teach me. It excited her that I wanted to do what she does. We made breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. No family meal was done without me and my mother's cooking." He stopped and stared off into space, remembering his favorite moments with his family. He snapped out of it and shook his head. "A really long time ago. A different time then."

Cent looked to the ground and smiled.

"Have you... um..." she couldn't get the words out. "Have you ever thought about going after Syndicare? Like, getting revenge against the people who killed you parents?"

John put the cancake on a plate and looked right at her. He thought about it and said, "Yes. Yes, I have thought about." He puased. "I even came close to going after them one time. I wanted to chase down, the people who were there that night. The ones who shot my mother and father. But I managed to resist that desire of revenge and let it go. I moved on from them."

"Why?" she asked.

John smiled and looked towards the ground.

"I didn't take my vengeance because I didn't want to change who I am. I didn't want to become something I wasn't. My mother once asked me to never change. To keep my innocence for as long as I could. To never kill out of revenge. She said that she couldn't take the idea of me becoming something else, something dark. So... I choose to stay the way I am. To be a honest, good person. Like for example, I only use my gift when it doesn't hurt others. I use my gift, on several occasions, to help others."

Cent smiled and said, "Aw, you help others with your ability?"

John shrugged and said, "I don't go looking for trouble or anything, I just help when I come around those who need it. Just the way I am."

"And I love who you are," Cent responded without thinking. "I'm glad that you still have that innocent boy inside of you. It makes you look... cute."

Cute? Really Cent?! she felt awkward. Going to need more than that to get his attention.

John laughed and said, "Why, thank you! I've never had someone tell me that before." He turned off the stove and sat the spatula down. "Ready for an awesome breakfast?"

Cent's eyes widened as she landed her feet on the floor.

"I'm starving," she said and walked towards the table.

John grabbed both plates and both of the glasses of orange juice. He sat them right next to each other on the table and pulled out a seat for Cent.

Cent raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Why, thank you, John Bale," she took her seat and felt John pushing her closer to the edge of the table. "You are such a gentleman. And a strong one too."

John blushed and took his seat as well.

"Lets eat then," he said, grabbing his fork.

Cent chuckled and poured the syrup around her pancakes. She took a bite and enjoyed everything about it. She closed her eyes and smiled. Then, she swallowed the food.

"My God!" she acknowledged. "This is really good!"

John blushed again and took a bite of his own.

"I should have you cook our date meals for now on!" she teased.

John laughed and responded, "I would love to. In fact, I should do Italian for our next date."

"Now, that would be great," she poked him with her fork.

"Ow!" he yelled, playfully. "Why, you little-!" He used his fork to poke at her back.

"No fair!" she giggled, enjoying the game that they were playin.

They played with their forks a little while longer.

About an hour later, they were back in John's living room. They sat together on his couch, lying back on the soft sofa.

"Thanks for a wonderful time," she held on to his hand. "I really love spending time with you. And thanks for letting me spend the night."

John blushed and smiled back.

"No need to thank me," he said. "For the record, I wanted you to spend the night too. I was just afraid of the kind of message it would send. But I'm happy that you did."

"You are so honest... and wonderful," she looked into his eyes, deep. "Are you for real?"

John chuckled and said, "Last time I checked... yeah."

Cent laughed and responded, "No, silly! I mean, the way you behave. How nice you are. How you care about me. How you are such a gentleman. I mean, it feels all to good to be true. I can't help but wonder if this is all in my head."

"I think I can help you with that."

Cent raised an eyebrow and asked, "How?"

"Like this."

John came forward. One hand on the back of her head and the other on her back. His lips met hers and pressed hard against them.

Cent didn't even see it coming, but she went along with it. She kissed back. Her arms went around John's waist and pulled him closer.

Soon, Cent fell back against the couch. John was on top of her. Their arms traveled across each of their bodies. They kissed for a long period of time.

Finally, John pulled back and stared into Cent's eyes.

Cent looked into his eyes and saw love inside them. Love for her. And she had the same thing inside her eyes too.

They both wanted to say it, but neither knew how.

Suddenly, Cent's eyes widened with fear and worry.

My parents! her mind was going crazy.

John saw the worry in her eyes and moved off of her.

"Whats wrong? Did I go to far?" he asked.

Cent shook her head and said, "No, it isn't you. I'm glad that we did that, but this isn't about that." She paused to catch her breath. She leaned up and asked, "What time is?"

John looked at his wrist-watch and said, "About eleven in the morning."

"Oh, no!" she flew off of the couch and turned towards John, who was also off the couch too. "My parents! They're probably going crazy about me! I need to get back to them!" She was about to jump when John's hand landed on her shoulder.

"Wait!" he said. "I think I have an idea that could work."

Cent looked at him and smiled.

"What kind of an idea?" she asked.

John half-grinned and said, "What if... I walk you to your front door. Make it look like you were out on a date with me. It wouldn't be a lie or a secret. Considering that we are dating."

"In the morning?" she raised an eyebrow. "You expect that to sail with my parents?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "We did just have breakfast."

Cent thought about and smiled back at him.

"Okay," she agreed. "It should keep me out of trouble, I hope. It would also grant us some more time together."

John wrapped his arms around Cent and kissed her.

"Away we go," John jumped.

A lot of things traveled through Cent's mind as she walked across the sidewalk, to her house in the small neighborhood of Los Angeles. John was right beside her, holding her hand in public.

"My parents are going to kill me," Cent allowed her side to land against John's. "At least I have you. Thank you for walking me through this. I just hope that my parents don't freak out."

John smiled and said, "Your welcome and I think your parents will make an exception. From how you describe them, I know they will."

Cent chuckled and said, "You are so positive. Why is that?"

John shrugged and said, "I like to think on the brighter side of things."

Cent couldn't take it anymore and stopped, pulling on John's hand. Using her other hand, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her.

Their lips met and they didn't bother to be gentle this time.

Somebody passed them, staring, and said, "Get a room!"

Maybe we should, Cent joked.

After the moment that they had together, they continued on and found themselves on the steps of Cent's house.

John turned towards her. She did the same.

"Thanks for the wonderful time," he said, smiling. "We should do this again. Maybe... tonight?"

Cent smiled and said, "Now that is a garantee! I'll come to your place. Same time. As usual."

Then, John and Cent moved towards each other and kissed again. Their arms kept them in an embrace that was impossible to break from.

Finally, they pulled away.

"See you later," John walked forward and jumped.

Cent smiled and turned towards the door. She opened it and went on inside.

Once closing the door, she turned around and came face to face with David and Millie, who had their arms crossed on their chests. Their faces could be easily read as an anger expression.

Oh boy! she prepared herself. Here we go.

Ohhhhhhhhh! This is going to be exciting! I can't wait to get to the next chapter!

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