Title: Pure Morning
Pairing: Jonathan Cheechoo and Christan Ehrhoff
Word Count: 413
It’s nine in the morning and me and Jon are at the beach. Despite being in California, it’s freezing. We are the only to people here. He’s staring off at the horizon, but I can tell he isn’t really looking at it. He’s just thinking.
He hasn’t said anything since he picked me up. I can’t help but think, or hope, something’s happened with him and his girlfriend. Even if it has, I’m the last person he’d want.
I turn to look the other way, my back facing him. I’ve never said anything to Jon about how I feel. He would come and talk to me, about her. I think it’s because I’m quiet and I just let him vent. I know it’s juvenile and I probably should have said something, but he’d never accept it. He’s probably think I betrayed him. He trusts me.
Jon hasn’t moved. He’s just been staring. I’m not sure if I should ask if he’s okay, or if something’s wrong. I don’t say anything though. For some reason I don’t think he wants me to.
I take a step, but Jon grabs my forearm. He pulls me to him. He stares at me. I can feel my heart start racing. I’m almost positive he’s going to punch me. He leans in to me. His nose is just above my ear; I can hear him breathing.
“I love you.” He whispers. He pulls back to look at me. I want to ask him so many questions, but he just shakes his head. He leans in and presses his lips to mine. I close my eyes and kiss him back. I kiss him so he knows I love him too. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and pulls me closer. My knee goes weak, but I try to hide it. I’m shaking.
We are back in his car now. Jon doesn’t say anything else, but he’s smiling, and that makes me smile. He starts the car, and we pull out of the parking lot.
“Why me?” I ask quietly. Jon doesn’t answer. I’m used to this. He never answers right away; he waits to think things out. We drive for a while, and it’s quiet. It’s a nice friendly quiet. A quiet I’ve never felt with anyone before.
“It was sort of an accident.” He says finally. “But that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” He’s smiling. I love it, I love him.
“No, I guess it doesn’t.”