shieldslaveofjustice01220 I know my guy friends would have been like him haha

Ok well the years have to pass somehow, so I'm speeding up about two years with some explanations. Oh and Two Hearts is calling my name!

The rest of the year past with relative ease for them all. Snowie and Hanna threw Jon a birthday bash on December seventh at his favorite place to eat. Christmas past about the same. Soon summer came and went. Eighth grade was mostly same as seventh only they didn't have participate in a play. Hope finally told Matt to get out and things seemed better. The year ran past and Jon and Snowie got closer, Hanna might have had something to do with that, as she would point out curtain things to each of them. She thought she was doing a pretty good job of pushing them into a relationship.

"Jon?" Snowie asked as they walked down the hall.

"Yea?" He stopped at his locker.

"Do you think we should tell Hanna we're onto her and she can stop?"

He hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. "Oh Snow White. I think it's cute."

"I love her but it's not cute Jon, it's annoying."

"I say it's cute because she points out everything I like about you." He winked at her.

She rolled her eyes and hit him. She had to admit she'd been right the first night they had met, he was growing into a handsome guy. They had had this flirt but not flirt relationship for a while now and today was the day she told Hanna she'd kiss him. The last day eighth grade. She couldn't do it though. Even though they had actually talked about how they felt for each other and knew where they stood she couldn't ruin what they had.

"Can you believe we are in high school like officially?" He drew her out of thoughts.

She smiled. "I know we survived!"

They walked down to the dinner and met up with Hanna. "Hey you going to the party, at Lindsay's?"

Snowie shook her head. "Not me. I wish though but I have to pack we leave in the morning."

"Oh man. I guess it's just the two of us." Hanna punched Jon in the arm.

"Yep."

Jon told Hanna he'd meet her at her house in an hour. That gave him plenty of time to change his shirt and hang with Snowie in case she was asleep when he came in. They reached Horror Street and for once in a long time didn't see any one. Jon sighed in relief he'd been caught by one of Laveran's guys. He knew what they wanted, the same thing they wanted from most kids his age, for them to push drugs in the school. He managed to knock the guy cold and run. He hadn't told Snowie or anyone else about it and he wasn't going to either.

He hadn't taken her hand as they walked, he let his guard down. He heard a scream and at first thought it was a way from them until he heard Snowie scream his name. He turned to see one of the drug guys holding her close to his chest by the throat, a knife lay by her face. He couldn't think for a minute by the time he processed what was happening, that he'd been set up and he'd led her straight into the trap, he was being tackled to the ground. He covered his head and torso as best he could.

"Jon! Let me go!" Snowie screamed his name and fought against her attacker as hard as she could to no avail. "Jon! Stop!"

He looked up once and seen her face was tear stained but she wouldn't turn away. She did, however, surprise by fighting her hardest against the much larger man holding her even with a knife that was longer than her face resting close to her throat. He had to smile at that, his girl was feisty and didn't give up. One more sharp kick to the stomach landed him in a world of pain and he couldn't help but cry out.

"Pick him up!" He heard someone shout out orders.

He was dragged to his feet, his body screamed in protest. He said nothing and only looked at Snowie once to make sure she was okay, other than that he stared at the ground. Someone grabbed his head from behind forcing him to look up. God, it hurt. Laveran's right hand man was the guy holding Snowie he was also calling the shots.

"Look at your little girlfriend." He taunted.

"Let her go, man." Jon said through painfully clinched teeth.

"How about I keep her and forget about you?" The guy ran his knife along her face. "Or better yet you just do what you're told and I won't have to mar her pretty face. A girl like this would go for a nice price."

"Just fucking let her go. She has nothing to do with this." Jon was pleading but he couldn't do anything else at the moment.

Knife guy pointed the knife at Snowie's heart and nicked the skin her tank top allowed to show. She started to shiver as blood welled there. Jon wanted anything to be able to save her or to go back in time but he couldn't so he did the only thing he could.

"Fine! Damn it! I'll do what he wants but please let her go." He had tried to keep her safe from these guys he had tried to protect himself too. But in the end he would sacrifice himself to a pack of starved wolves if it meant she was safe.

"You for her?"

"Fuck." He mumbled. "Yes. Yes alright I'll do it."

"Good." He threw a piece of paper at Jon's face and then all but threw Snowie to the ground.

Taking his lead the three holding him turned him loose and he crumbled to the ground. God he couldn't breathe. He hauled himself to sit against the wall of the building and heaved out a breath. He looked at Snowie where she set on the ground not far from him but too far for comfort. He held out a hand.

Snowie crawled the foot and half to Jon. She didn't lose it again until he wrapped his arms around her then she sobbed into his t-shirt. She held on for dear life. He whispered he was sorry over and over. It took a long while until she could speak.

"What did you just agree to?" She didn't raise her head.

He debating answering then sighed, "To sell drugs for that fucktard."

She rose up then. "Jon!"

"I had to it was that or them rape you or sell you off and kill me. It's the way the world works."

She put her hand over her mouth. "No. It can't. Jon, it can't work like this."

He wrapped her closer to him. "I'm sorry. I should have been more careful with you."

She pushed away from him. "Stop apologizing. It's not your fault! I hate that everyone makes it out to be your fault. It's not. Not your dad leaving, your mom being a fuck up, your sister, and now this. None of it is your fault. You possibly saved my life just now."

He pulled her toward him and kissed her. She was still for a minute, like she didn't understand what was happening then she gave into him and kissed him back. Her right hand came to rest on his chest and her left curled its way around the back on his neck. He liked when she actually gave to him.

He pulled away. "Let's get out of here." He gave her one soft peck before getting to his feet. "Yeah that hurts."

"Jon? What exactly did you expect?"

He pulled her close to his side. "Come on. You gotta pack and I have a party to go to."

"You have a split lip, and a black eye not to mention numerous cuts and bruises we can't see right now and you're still going to the party?"

"Yes."

She laughed. "Of course."

"Why? Want me to stay home and do this…" He kissed her softly again. "…more?"

She giggled and pushed at him a little, "Jon! And no someone might as well go and enjoy their summer."

It wasn't the first time he'd kissed her just one of the few. She'd been so shocked by the fact that he was actually really good at it she hadn't really kissed him back the first time. It had been on her fourteenth birthday. They had been sitting on her couch, she'd laid her head in his lap and he'd said something so when she turned to look at him. He'd kissed her. Not a hard sloppy kiss like that time at a party when she and Toby had dated for only a week and he'd kissed her, but a soft close mouth kiss the type that actually leaving you wanting more. Ever since then they had stolen small kisses when they were alone but never anything more, no heavy make out sessions or groping. Only she prided herself into moving them from sweet closed mouth kisses to more open ones.

He was laying on her bed freshly showered and changed with ice over his eye. It wasn't a bad bruise and should go away on his walk to Hanna's. He was bored so he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Snowie came out of her closet holding two arm loads of clothes that she was taking. She sighed at the sight of him. While she knew he'd still be at her house she'd miss him like crazy. Jon had agreed to house sit while Hope and Snowie were in Oklahoma. It worked out great, he only had to stay at his house every now and then when the social worker came by other than that he was free as usual.

She joined him and laid across her bed. She rested her head on his stomach and looked up at him. He looked down and winked absently running his hand through her dark hair. God, he'd miss her. He wanted to tell her but couldn't get the words out. He looked at the clock, it was time to meet Hanna. Jon sighed as he laid the ice pack to the side.

"How's it look?"

She touched his face. "Only a little bump. You're tough it'll go away."

He winked at her and she fought the urge to tell him how much she was going to miss him. His hare brained ideas, his sense of humor, his smell, his smile most of all. How she had lived without him before these past few years she didn't know, she knew life wouldn't be the same without him this summer.

"I gotta go." He sounded down about the idea.

"I thought you wanted to go."

"I do but…oh forget it." He stood up.

Snowie rolled over onto her stomach. "But what, Jon?"

"But I want more time with you." He confessed.

"No we can't do this. You know that right?" Snowie got to her knees.

He stepped closer and put his hand on her face. "I know."

They couldn't do the whole relationship thing, they both knew it would end their friendship if they didn't work out. He couldn't live with that and she couldn't either, he knew. But damn he couldn't help the way he felt any more than she could. And he couldn't help when he leaned in and kissed her. She didn't resist him. He knelt on the bed which tumbled her back he was to her side one hand on her stomach not moving and the other was holding him up. She wrapped one arm around his waist and the other snaked its way around his neck. The phone started ringing off the hook.

"Oh god!" Snowie jumped up. "Hello?" she asked into the receiver. "Ok thanks." She fell back on the bed after hanging up the phone. She took in the look on his face. "Hanna said Lindsay's dad came home early and wrecked the party before it got started. So you get your wish."

"My wish?" Had she just came to her senses and jumped from him or had the ringing startled her?

"Yes. More time with me." She laughed. "Jon I jumped because the phone scared me. I seriously wasn't expecting that." She laid down next to him.

Before he embarrassed himself more by relieving his hard on he jumped up and walking to the door he said, "You get started packing and I'll find us something to eat."

Snowie was staring at him from across the table. She knows, he thought, great. She hadn't said anything but he seen it in her eyes. She knew he was in love with her. Was she waiting for him to tell her? He hoped not. He couldn't tell anyone that, not even her. Not out loud anyways. They ate in an odd but comfortable silence.

He was sleeping in the guest bedroom that had been deemed his for a year now, even though he still slept in Snowie's bed most of the time, simply because he needed time to think and thinking was not what he did around her. But he'd told her it was because she had to get up way too early. He only hoped she believed him. As he threw his torn jeans into a pile by the door a piece of paper fell out. He picked it up and fell back onto the bed he unfolded the dirty page.

'11 pm corner of Bennet tomorrow' was all it said. "Fucking morons don't even know how to spell." He commented out loud to no one. He looked at the clock its digits flashing 11:00.

He striped himself of his clothes hissing at the pain from his stomach. He seen a slight indent almost even with his belly button. He didn't feel any real pain from it but didn't want Snowie to see that he'd actually been physically hurt so he threw a t-shirt along with his boxers and climbed into bed. He woke some time later to Snowie sneaking into the room.

"Snow White?" he whispered.

"Sorry I tried to be quite but the door handle popped." He didn't bother telling her he just sensed her and hadn't heard anything.

"What's wrong?" He flipped the blanket back. Exposing a spot for her.

She took the invitation and snuggled against him. "I couldn't sleep. But I'll only stay for a little while, I promise.

He wrapped his arms around her small frame. "Don't you dare move."

Tonight's my last night with her for a while, he thought. Thinking could wait. The next morning he seen Hope and Snowie off with a promise to take care of himself and to call if there was trouble. He had kissed Snowie one last time before they'd gone down stairs but he wanted to again when he hugged her goodbye. Jon watched them drive off and then turned back to an empty house. This was going to be a long summer.

All good things have to end correct? Well Snowie and Jon will see each again soon but I feel this is a good place to stop and finish up Two Hearts. Thanks for the reviews as always. See you in the world of Two Hearts :D