Here we go. It is months after the previous chapter! Evie is all healed up, and she and Lend's relationship has, well, developed tremendously. I'm taking 'animelover's' idea of having a school trip to another place, perhaps somewhere in Maine, since that's where I'm from; I know the place like the back of my hand! Alright. And here we go…!
"Alright! Everyone onto the bus!" called Mr. Mahoney, Lend and my wildlife biology teacher. We were off to Maine to see the beaches, the trees, and obviously the wildlife there. It was some town called… Old Orchard Beach! Because Maine was a tourist state, we'd have no trouble with finding a hotel, especially since it was on the beach.
Lend stowed away our bags in the underneath compartment of the bus while I trudged up the stairs into the bus, and stole us a seat in the very back. The bus we were taking was one of those ones that had televisions, a bathroom, and blinds over the windows. What did they call it… a coach bus? Whatever it was called, I'd never been on one before, though I was glad that I'd be getting to have this experience. More so with Lend, also.
The seat I stole to at the back of the bus was the only set that didn't have another pair of seats across the aisle; it was a cozy seat with walls and arm rests on each side of the chairs, save for the middle, where they connected - good, more room for Lend and I to cuddle.
I took the seat by the window and set my shoulder bag in Lend's, sighing in content as I leaned back in the seat, and relaxed my head against the deeply tinted window; it was so cold! Well, it was four in the morning, the earth hadn't warmed up yet. Besides, it was supposed to be in the mid-seventies today!
The people that I'd seen outside loading their luggage into the bottom compartments of the bus began filing into seats before mine, most people either with their friends, or boy/girlfriends. Speaking of boyfriends, mine came waltzing down the aisle with a cocky smirk on his lips, and a black bag slung over his shoulder. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that that was his laptop's bag.
Lend slumped down into the seat beside mine, and I grabbed my bag from the cushion before he could sit on it and crush my belongings with his behind. He then slid his bag into the pouch of the seat before himself, then took my bag from my own hands, and slid that into the pouch in front of my seat as well. Afterwards, he hooked his arm around my shoulders, and brought me in for a hug wordlessly. We rocked back and forth before he snaked his hand up my arm, shoulder, collarbone, neck, stopping at my cheek. He pulled me in close, once again, and planted a kiss on my lips, which tasted sweet, like syrup. Like the syrup we had on our waffles for breakfast.
My hands slid over his shoulders and down his arms; I was just about to give him a little bit more than a normal kiss when I felt a clammy hand press against my forehead, and push me away from Lend almost entirely. My eyes fluttered open and darted around in confusion. Standing above Lend and I was Mr. Mahoney himself. He had his hands on his hips and was staring down at Lend and I disdainfully.
"Abstinence," was the only word he said before strutting back up the aisle, shaking apart several other couples and repeating the same word over and over again until he reached the front of the bus, where he sat down, and wiped his clammy forehead with a silken handkerchief.
The bus shuttered to life and took off from the school's parking lot. The same movie (Monsters Inc.) began playing on all of the small screens throughout the bus, and everyone ahead of us pulled the shades down over their windows to keep the oncoming light out of the bus. Many of our classmates were asleep, and others were just holding on by threads.
As soon as the movie started playing, Lend pulled out his laptop from his case, and ordered it to life. He and I pressed our foreheads together and murmured sweet nothings to each other while his computer loaded up. He combed his left hand through my hair, his fingers twirling around various tendrils before he stopped due to the ding his computer made when it was finished loading. He pulled away, and synced his computer to the bus's wifi, and Googled a movie for us to watch instead.
"The Notebook!" I hissed at him; it was a movie I'd heard about from the girls at school, and by the sounds of it, it was a good one. Apparently I was some kind of alien if I hadn't seen it by this point in my life.
Lend typed in the title with a slight smirk on his lips, and clicked the first link available to stream it. "This is so illegal," he whispered, chucking.
"Worth it!" I whispered back, nibbling on his earlobe lovingly. I could've sworn that I saw his face flush, but it might've just been the lighting on his screen.
He pulled out a pair of earbuds from his pocket and untangled them before offering me one, and placing the other one in the ear that I'd just assaulted.
We watched The Notebook through, holding hands; I squeezed his every chance I got. I mean, bleep! That movie was suspenseful and so romantic, but so sad! I'd cried at so many parts in that movie, and at so many parts, Lend had to hug and kiss the tears away all while grinning. He found it funny? Butt-face!
I wiped my cheeks on the sleeve of Lend's shirt, and once I finished, he set his laptop down on the little table that he could pull out from the chair in front of himself, and pulled me into one of his many warm bear hugs; I didn't hug him back, but only slumped into him, more tears streaming down my cheeks. Bleep, it was such a good movie! And when Noah and Allie died together… Oh my gosh, I couldn't get over that.
He stroked my hair, ran his fingers through it, and twirled it around with his fingers, though the only thing I focused on was the calming sound of his even breathing, and the sweet nothings he whispered into my ear. "I love you…", and "You're gorgeous.", and the famous "You're the only girl for me.".
And of course I believed his words. I mean, we are meant to be! We do love each other, and I am gorgeous!
After long enough, I pulled my head back just enough to glance up at him with my bleary, gray eyes, and smiled. "Can we watch Titanic next? I heard that was a good one, too." I nodded at Lend, trying to sell it well, and when he rolled his eyes toward to computer, I knew it'd sold.
After a few moments, we had Titanic loaded up and ready to go, but before Lend even thought about pressing play, he rested his hand against my cheek, his thumb smoothing along my skin, causing goosebumps to rise along my arms, and a blush to grow on my face and neck.
Wordlessly, he tilted his head forward, and crooked it ever so slightly to the side before his lips came to rest on mine, them being unmoving at first, as if to make sure that this was an okay touch, which it was. To demonstrate how much of a good touch it was, I trailed my tongue along the length of his bottom lip, and he answered me with the slightest curve in one corner of his mouth that quickly faded, and an open-mouthed kiss that really brought the oomph into it. We both leaned back into our seats, sighing in content, in harmony as our sweet kiss progressed, bringing us further and further away from reality.
Lend was the first one to pull away; when I opened my eyes and looked at him, he seemed to be startled, and I wondered aloud why. "You okay?"
He nodded, looking everywhere but at me, which made me anxious. I took this awkward opportunity to look down at our entangled limbs, which weren't this way before I'd closed my eyes; his hand that wasn't on my face was resting on my upper thigh, and my hands had somehow snaked themselves just beneath the hem of his shirt - I didn't even know how, but I didn't mind either. What I felt beneath his shirt was firm and warm.
"Oh," I blurted out, laughing uncomfortably. "I don't remember doing this…" With another chortle of laughter, I withdrew my hands from underneath his shirt, and set them on my lap, but didn't realize how bad of an idea that would be - Lend's hand was still there. Good thing Lend picked up on things quickly! He took my right hand in his left, twined his fingers through mine, and clicked on Titanic before we got carried away again. We watched the movie unfold, us both being bright red in the face.
Occasionally, we'd nudge each other, giggle, and steal quick kisses from one another throughout the film. During the scene where Rose was 'being drawn like one of Jack's French girls', I stole glances at Lend through the corner of my eye, making sure he wasn't looking too hard at that scene. He had the smallest of smirks on his lips, though didn't watch as intently as I thought any average male would. Well, Lend wasn't average - he was paranormal. Oh, and mine!
How do you guys feel about this chapter? I really felt the need to be like… overly description-y, and all. There are like, five sets of dialogue in this whole chapter, and I LOVE it. When Lend and Evie get to the hotel, eventually, should they actually get down to business, or should they get real close, and then get… INTERRUPTED?! Also, should I start the next chapter with the end of Titanic, or just have them be at the hotel already? FEEDBACK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!