Perfect Stranger- Part 2- Close call
WHile this is meant to be a romance, the "good stuff" is still yet to come. If you want the continuation, just say so in a comment.
Violet reacted very strangely when I told her that I planned on running away with her. She seems relieved; like she’d known that I would the whole time, and was just waiting for me to say so. But that was the thing about my relationship with her; she almost knew me better than I knew myself.
We got up from the seats that we had fallen asleep in, and stretched. I watched her as she bent over to stretch her back. It was impossible for me to forget how hot she was as her perfect ass stuck up in the air in my direction. As she stood up to stretch her arms, her chest pressed out, stretching the tight fabric of her thin white shirt, I turned away to hide the bulge that was slowly forming in my pants. She clearly saw through my transparent attempt at covering myself, and laughed.
“Dodge, we’re running away together. We’re probably going to be together for a long time, so you’re going to have to learn to feel comfortable around me,” she said. “We can’t really hide anything from each other.”
“Well I don’t think you want to see my boner” I muttered, and turned around, still subtly pulling my T-shirt down to cover my crotch.
She looked at me, pouting, but only slightly. “Don’t make assumptions on what I do and don’t want.” she said. Then she put her arms around my neck, and pulled her body in close to mine. There she swayed back and forth, making me even harder. I looked down at her face to see that she was smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her closeness, when I felt her lips touch mine. Instantly, my entire body heated up. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. I felt her tongue pushing at my lips, so I opened my lips and met her tongue with my own. As we continued to kiss, I lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my body, and clung on tightly, grinding passionately. Just when I thought I was going to explode in my pants, she stopped, and looked up at me with those same wide eyes, slightly frantic. Then, she pushed herself out of my arms and ran to the back of the theater where she ducked underneath the chairs. I was wondering if I had done something wrong, maybe pushed her to far, when I heard it.
The front door to the theater creaked, and a thin ray of light entered the otherwise dark room. There were muffled voices on the other side of the door. I dropped to the floor, hiding beside Violet, so close to her that I could feel her quick, nervous breaths on my cheek and her blond hair on my shoulder.
“ And you’re sure your daughter left them in here ma’am?” said a scruffy sounding male voice.
“Of course I’m sure. They were a very expensive pair of gloves; I thought she’d take better care of them. We searched the entire parking lot, but they aren’t there, so she must have left them here during our movie last night,” replied a woman in a high pitched voice. “I assure you sir, it won’t take long to find them. I remember exactly where we sat. I wanted to sit up close in the front, but my daughter insisted that we sit right in the back row.”
I could feel Violet stiffen beside me. Of course, we had to choose the absolute worst row to hide in. I could hear two sets of footsteps coming towards us quickly. My brain was totally frozen, and I couldn’t think of anything to do. We were going to get caught, arrested for trespassing, and sent back to our parents. Our adventure was over before it had even begun. Violet moved from beside me, and began crawling up and down the row, but in the new darkness I couldn’t see what she was doing. Suddenly, it seemed like she found something on the floor, and just as suddenly she whipped it into the isle that was between each row of seats. Then, she lied flat on the ground and motioned me to do the same. When she saw that I was too frozen in panic to do even that, she grabbed me by the underside of my shirt, and pulled me to the ground.
As the footsteps moved closer and closer, I began to feel numb. I’m not usually a chicken like that, but then again, I don’t usually go about committing crimes.
“Ma’am, are those them, there? In the isle?” said the man.
“Where? I can hardly see in this- yes! That’s them. She must have dropped them on the way out. What a relief! I was scared we’d lost them for good. Thank you sir, very much.”
“No problem, Ma’am. I’ll walk you out.”
Even as I heard the footsteps fading away, and finally, the door shutting, I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t until I heard Violets voice that I was woken from my panic induced trance.
“Wake up sleepy head! Dodge? Are you Ok?”
I eventually got to my feet, and stared at Violet.
“You found the gloves.” I asked, bewildered.
“And threw them out in the isle?”
“While I was frozen in panic-“
“-Like a little baby, yes.” She finished, with a smirk.
I stared in wonder up at the girl who had just saved the both of us from potential imprisonment. While I panicked, she had stayed cool, and solved the problem gracefully. “You are absolutely amazing. You know that, right?” I asked.
She laughed, a beautiful, musical laugh. “You think I’m amazing now, wait till you see me cook. Are you hungry?”
As she asked, my stomach gave a loud grumble, answering for me. “So are we officially ‘runaways’ yet, or can we still go home to pack some things?” I asked. She looked frustrated as she thought about that for a minute. Finally she answered.
“I don’t like the idea of going back home, but I suppose it would be nice to have a toothbrush on the road.”
“And some food.” I added in.
She looked at me seriously. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her eyes. “Dodge, I don’t know what you think ‘runaway’ means, but this isn’t a vacation; I’m not going back when we run out of supplies, or food or whatever. Whatever we need, we’re going to have to get on our own.”
I looked at her for a moment, bewildered. I hadn’t even thought about that. I never thought that I’d never go back to my house, to my family. In actuality, I had assumed that we’d return home when we ran out of supplies. How are two underage kids supposed to make their way alone in the world?
Like always, Violet seemed to read my mind. “Dodge, where do you think the food that you eat comes from? Do you think your parents make it appear out of thin air? Food doesn’t come from your house, or your parents. They get it from somewhere out there. The same goes with clothes. If my alcoholic father can get enough food for a family, than we can to.”
I knew her father was an alcoholic. He had been physically and verbally abusive to her and her mother and sister, Amy, since she was a child. From what she’d told me about her family life, I could see why she’d want to leave it all behind and start fresh. It seemed absurd that anyone could even raise a hand to hurt this girl who was standing in front of me, this girl who was so graceful, so beautiful, so fragile. The thought of it made me so mad, that it instantly drove all doubts out of my head. If leaving my home, leaving my family, leaving my entire life was what I needed to do to keep her away from her father, to keep her safe, and to keep her happy, than that’s what I would do.
But I wasn’t really leaving my life behind. In my mind, my life now had only one purpose: Violet.