• CHAPTER 7

    “I’m gonna miss you, mom” my voice was thick with tears, and the tears were spilling over, but I didn’t care. I was hugging my mom goodbye, and I would probably never see her again.
    “I’ll miss you honey, you know I will” she said, although I couldn’t really tell what she was saying, she was crying too.
    At the same time, be both said “I love you” and I was off. I walked to the plane passage way backwards, looking at my mom the whole way, wishing she could come with us, but know she couldn’t. I turned when I couldn’t see her anymore, and bumped into Ian. One look at my face, and he picked me up and headed over to a flight attendent.
    “Can we please sit in the first class, she’s not doing so well right now” he murmered, and I felt one of his hands reach into his pocket, and I could swear he was handing her a tip, although I was facing the other way, not toward the attendent.
    “S-S-Sure” she studdered, “Pick anywhere” and then Ian was walking to a out of the way batch of seats. He didn’t put me in my own seat, and I was sure that we were going to get in trouble, but we never did.
    “Ian?” I asked quietly, although it wasn’t needed, only a couple of others were in first class, and they were on the other side of the first class area, too far to hear well.
    “Yes?” he asked, just as quietly.
    “Will I ever see her again?” and, even though I knew the answer, it still it still hurt to hear it.
    “No” he whispered, and I broke into uncontrollable tears. He held me tight and rocked me back and forwarth. He said nothing, because he knew that either I wouldn’t hear it, or he knew that it would do no good. After about an hour of sobbing, I went into hysterics, and this scared the snot out of everyone on the plane, especially Ian. I was always either staring at his face or closing my eyes, so I saw that he was crying too, but not for what I was crying for, but because I was in pain.
    Soon, I exsaughsted myself out, and I passed out. When I came around, I was sideways, with arms curling around my waist. I realized that me and Ian were laying across about 3 seats, and I could hear Ian snoring behind my head. I still felt tired, so I turned around so I was facing him, buried my head into his neck, and fell back asleep.
    I woke up with Ian stoking my hair, and I smiled. I lifted my head up, and saw that I was sprawled all over, on arm thrown over the side of the seats, one on Ian, and my legs were in oppisite direction. I giggled and sat up, but I swayed, because I was light headed. Ian caught me right before I fell off the seat, and he laughed under his breath.
    I was at peace sitting in his lap again, until he whispered “You talk in your sleep, who knew?” and laughed again. I blushed, and I turned so that I was sitting sideways on his lap. I stared up at him in shock.
    “I love you, too” he murmered. And then he leaned down to press his lips on mine. He kissed me gently, slowly, and sweetly. I wanted to kiss him harder, and I guess he felt that way too, because at the exact moment that I reached for his face, he reached form mine.
    His fists twisted in my hair and he kissed me harder. Then, abruptly, he pulled his face away from mine. I didn’t have time to wonder what he was doing, because all he did, in a swift moment, was pull the sleeping curtten (the one that lets you sleep without others staring at you) closed so that no one else could see us. Makes sense, becaue the other people were a little too old for this.
    His lips crashed down on mine, and without the audience, the kiss was more then the soft peck. We had never kissed like this, because we had always had everyone else to think about, but with me just coming back from a sort of panick attack, this was what we both needed. His lips were rough, but still soft on mine. Our breath mingled, but we had to keep it quiet. I was still sitting sideways on his lap, not the most comfortable, so, still kissing Ian, I turned so that I was sitting toward Ian, and my legs were on either side of him.
    After a couple of minutes, he stopped. I was gasping for air, and so was he, but his expression surprised me. It was full of the need I felt, but also a fierce expression that I couldn’t put a name to. I extracted myself from him, and turned around so that I was facing the seat in front of me.
    “Are…You… Okay?” I gasped. He was stiff, and I just had to know why. He tightened his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear.
    “I remembered the…story…” he struggled with the word story, “and I… well… I didn’t want…. You to think about that” he finished in a hury. Well, that was sweet, but I hadn’t been thinking about that at all… in fact I had been thinking about only him.
    “Why would I think about the…incident?” I asked. I was confused, and so I was very surprised to hear the next words coming from Ian, the all time boy scout Ian, who had gotten all weird after one kiss. This from the Ian who I thought didn’t like me.
    “I wanted more then a kiss” he stumbled on the words, like he couldn’t get them out fast enough, but he still didn’t want them to come out. I froze, but then relaxed into him again. Ahhhhh… that’s whats wrong. And I turned around to peck him on the cheek. I had wanted it to, but I wouldn’t ever admit how much.
    “Ian… You weren’t alone in that, its now like that’s a bad thing to think it” but as I said it, I blushed and turned around, because, without meaning to, I had just admitted that I had wanted the very same thing. This time, it was his turn to freeze. I picked up his hand and held it to my cheek, and as the minutes passed, he unfroze.
    “Oh Molly…” he murmered. I draped my head against his shoulder and looked up at him. “It’s… hard to stop kissing you Molly, extremely hard” and he was blushing, if only slightly.
    “It’s hard for me to, in fact, almost impossible. I… just… want… more…” I mumbled. “Every time…”.
    I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, we were in Paris. Ian carried me again, although I don’t know why. We both grabbed our bags and got off the plane, thanking everyone for listening to me cry. They all looked troubled, but let us go.
    We went and got a cab, and when we were driving, I asked Ian where we were going. He told me, real secretive, that it was a secret. I frowned, I didn’t like secrets, and he laughed. We rode for a good hour, and I gushed over the sceanery, while Ian occasionally comented. After an hour, I had my hand on the window, and I was looking at the town, and I felt hands cover my eyes. I gasped.
    “I don’t want you to see until we get there” he explained. I laughed, and he did too. After a couple minutes, the car came to a stop and we thanked him, even though I was still blind. Ian helped me out of the car, and I heard it drive away. Then he said, “My adoptive brother owns this house… and he said that we could use it” and with that, he pulled his hands away.
    It was small, but perfect. It was cream, and on the far side of town. I walked up to it with my mouth open. I heard him laugh as he caught a glimps of my expression as I walked inside. It was beautiful and simple, the furniture was… well I could see Ian’s upbringing in this. It was tidy, but messy at the same time. I absolutely loved it.
    “How long do we get to stay here?” I asked, astounded. He was in the kitchen, checking the food, I guessed, but then he pulled open a cuppard and a hidden closet opened up. It was small, but it was full of money, like, all the way full. I gaped. He turned around, say my mouth hanging open, and laughed quietly.
    “Depends on how soon the government figure out where we are” he said. “We will get calls from our adoptive parents when they can’t hold them off anymore, so we will stay here until then, and a little after” he sighed. I nodded, this made sense. I needed to calm down, so I said I had to go take a shower, and left to find the bathroom.
    When I found it, I looked in, and found (thank god) that there were clean towels. I stepped in and closed the door. I turned the water on, and instead of taking a shower, I let the bath fill up, and I took a long, hot bath. I found bubble bath in my pack, and poured it in. Then I got in and relaxed.
    Ater a while, I got out and pulled on a blue cotton dress, which was the first thing my hands touched. When i emerged from the bathroom I found Ian sitting across the hall, just staring at the wall. I looked at him, and he smiled sheepishly. I smiled slightly and shook my head, heading to the kitchen. I heard him get up and follow. I wonder what he was doing staring at the door?
    “Hungry?” he asked. I was looking in the cupboards, looking for something fast and easy. I shook my head. He came over and opened another cupboard… and there was poptarts! I squeeled. I pratically ripped the pop tart package in half trying to get to the poptart-y goodness. When I took a bite, I sat down and devoured my poptart. When I was done, I kissed Ian, and then went to watch TV. And life went on… until we got a call.