It started slow, but he couldn't leave ut there. The kiss became more passionate as his hands moved up her figure and his hands found her cheeks again. You realize who you're kissing, right?! Moments before, he wouldn't have even considered it, but now, he was sure he didn't ever want to be apart.
Fern moved her hands back up to his hair slowly, messing with the strands as she continued to kiss him. She was glad that he had believed her (at least she assumed he had). She didnt want to ever be separated, and she clung to him like if she let go he might disappear.
"You're missing class," he mumbled into the kiss. He didn't want to stop, he couldn't. He had been in trouble for skipping before, but Fern- he wasn't so sure. Gosh, what is happening?
“So?” She asked. She didn’t want this to end. It was no question that she’d rather kiss him than go to history. Are you serious? Your parents are going to kill you! It was strange, but something about Zavian made her not care about anything else.
He took his lips off of hers, no matter how much he ached not to. "You have that golden reputation to keep up." He wasn't sure if he was talking about skipping or being seen with him.
“It gets exhausting being a goody two shoes,” Fern sighed. “I’d much rather stay here with you. I’ve already missed some class, so what does it matter if I miss a little more?” She looked into his eyes, almost pleading. She didn’t want to go back to the real world. Because then you’ll have to face the music. Actions have concesquences.
"If that's what you want." He smiled, biting his lip a little as he thought. We probably shouldn't stay out here forever. There are mosquitoes and I don't have any bug spray."
“Okay,” she agreed, glad that he stopped pestering her about going to class. She was definitely getting grounded when she got back home. She kissed him again. “That was for not making me leave.” She giggled.
"Uhuh." He smiled at her giggle. "And this-" he placed a kiss on her lips "-is for staying." He pulled away from her, taking her hand. "Let's go."
Fern smiled, her face aglow with happiness. “Okay,” she repeated, following him. Her face was still a bit flushed and her hair was slightly disheveled but she was happier than she had been in a while. Not smiling was harder than smiling right now.
He was careful with keeping her close this time. They went through the main part of the forest and came across the stream, walking on the limestone bed. He was extra cautious as they passed through there and up the hill. Once they got to the top, he looked to her with a small, almost guilty, smile. "My grandma isn't expecting me to be home."
She nodded, remembering his grandma and how she seemed nice. She squeezed his hand. “So, um, what’s the plan?” Fern asked him.
"I don't know." He blew out a puff of air. "I mean, we could sneak through the window. Or we could do something else." He turned to her. "Any ideas?"
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve never skipped school before. We could go to my house, since both of my parents are at work and my siblings are at school.”
"If that's what you'd like." He leaned down and kissed her on the forhead gently. "Skipping school is my area or expertise. Number one rule: have more fun than you would at school. It sounds easy, but it's pointless if you don't."
Fern nodded. “Check,” She said with a smile. “Okay, so are you good with my house? Or do you have a better idea?” She was just curious, not challenging, as she asked.
"The fire alarm was my last idea and that didn't turn out so good." He chuckled a little. "Let's go to yours."
“Cool,” Fern replied, leading him in the direction of her house. The walk would take a few minutes. “Why did you pull the fire alarm, exactly?” She raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
He sighed. "You have your reputation, i have mine." Being seen as he was in the video would mean the down fall of his well built wall, something he couldn't afford.
“Oh,” she said, understanding. “So, is this going to be a secret then?” She looked at their intertwined hands, smiling still but there was a tinge of sadness to it.
"I, uh-" he looked down to their hands and then back up ahead. "I mean, I don't think the world could handle it." Idiot. He didn't want her to take it the wrong way. He honestly thought that she would want to keep it a secret. Who would want to be seen with a jerk like him?
“Oh,” she said again, disappointed. “It’s probably better this way anyway; my parents wouldn’t like me dating you anyways. No offense. They’re totally overprotective.” She sighed, trying not to feel like he was ashamed of her.
"Yeah, I'm sure they'd hate it." He could tell he had hurt her, but he wasn't sure how to fix it, so he changed the subject "How much longer to your house?"
“Only a couple minutes,” she replied. “It’s only like a five or ten minute car ride so it shouldn’t be much longer.”
"Okay." He let the silence sit as they walked, the scrape of their shoes against the pavement becoming the loudest thing in the world. He kept a hold of her hand though. What would be the point of letting go?