She's calling after us, I can hear her, telling us to get our butts back there and explain or she'll hurt us.
"Just don't look back." Squib insists, flinging open the door to my house and dragging me in behind him. He slams
the door and locks it with a grand gesture.
"Ta Da." He bows slightly.
"You're such an idiot." I laugh at him, glad that we haven't changed. I liked who we were before. And now we're just
newer, improved versions of ourselves.
"So..." his sly smile makes me curious and I watch him carefully as he glances
at his watch. "We still have fifteen minutes." I cross my arms and look at him, still slightly confused as to where this is
going. Until he smiles his devious smile and moves towards me. I know exactly what he's thinking now and each time he steps
forward I step back. He frowns, but doesn't give up and I enjoy our little dance around the living room. The back of my knees
hit the couch with a thud and I have to wave my arms to stop myself from falling over backwards. Not that it matters much
because, a few moments later, I find myself being pushed down onto the couch anyway. His lips meet mine with a firm sureness
and I feed off his confidence. His body is pressed against mine and he supports himself with his elbows. His lips move from
mine, down to my chin and slide from there down my neck. I sigh deeply, as he grins against my neck and pushes my shirt off
my shoulder slightly, running his lips down the bare skin of my shoulder. My eyes close themselves and I shiver in pleasure.
His lips are back on mine now and again, I wish I wasn't leaving. He's making me fall deeper and deeper in love with him every
passing second. The passion and the love his movements convey see to that. My eyes pop open, but he doesn't seem to notice.
I'm beginning to wonder where exactly he plans to take this.
"Squib.." I whisper his name, unsure how to proceed. He seems to read my mind again.
"Not too far, I know. I promise." he whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss.
"Thank-you." I feel stupid, saying that, but it's all I can think of to say. Which is strange because I'm never at
a loss for words.
Fifteen minutes later and the bus has pulled up at the end of the driveway. I look at it and
then back at him. My father doesn't question what happened between this morning and I'm glad. I'm not sure I could find the
words to explain it. He smiles at me and wraps his arms around my body, kissing my slightly damp hair.
he sounds choked. I can see tears in his eyes, threatening to cascade down his pale face.
"I'm gonna miss you." It sounds weird and I haven't even realized I'm crying until he wipes the tears from my cheeks.
"I'm gonna miss you too. I love you." he's leaned down to whisper the words in my ear, running his hand through my
"I love you." I manage to choke out one final statement. He kisses me, and it isn't a good-bye kiss. It's a 'till
next time' kiss. My tears fall into his mouth, but he doesn't care.
"Go." he pushes me gently towards the doors. Stepping onto that bus was the hardest thing I've ever done. But I did
it. Only because I knew that he would be there for me when I stepped off this bus, coming home for Winter Break. And he would
be there in the spring and the summer and the fall. I watch him fade away, pressing my forehead against the glass, wetting
it with my tears. Long after he disappears from view, I stare back out the window, watching my past disappear behind me. Already
I miss him and I'm counting down the days until I see him again. But I'm also counting down the minutes until I reach my new
home, because now that I have something to come back too, I'm no longer afraid to leave.