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Jumper: We are Real-Chapter two
I invited Reese back into the house. He was shaking a little bit and I hoped it was more from cold than shock. He was totally dependent on me to get inside. His knees were quite wobbly. He was actually acting worse than when Layla found out. Layla kinda stared for awhile then made me jump her tons of places to prove she wasn't dreaming it or something. It was exhausting and after about 20 jumps I started missing the silence. I found him a place on the couch and let him rest while I made hot chocolate. Dad walked down the stairs tha were in the kitchen and passed the door to the living room when he stopped, and backtracked to look into the living room. "Why is there a boy on or couch?" He asked. "What did you do?" he went on. "errrrrr??.Well he kind saw me jump??.twice" "What!" Dad it was an accident, but I can fi-" "Quiet!" The pure volume of his voice was enough to shut me up. When I looked at Dad his eyes were closed and I guessed he was thinking. "You had better make sure that boy stays quiet, because I do not feel like moving again." With that he left the room and his words and his seriousness lingered in my head. I went into the living room and found reese had fallen asleep in a sitting position on the couch. I went and got him a blanket and draped it over him. I lit a fire as it was a little chilly in the living room. I sat there staring at the fire till I fell asleep??..
I woke to the vibration of my phone in my pocket. I did a quick scan of my surroundings and felt a familiar body leaning against mine. Reese must have shifted during the time we were asleep. I didn't move him as I pulled out my phone. I and had a text from Layla "Where are you?" I texted her back "Sorry, fell asleep by the fire be over in 20." Then I texted Claire "What's your address?" "160 Groundwater Lane. Why?" I didn't reply. Instead I pulled up Google maps and typed in his address. It came up with a frontal view of a white bigger than average house made. I then scooped Reese up in my arms and jumped out next to his car. I opened the door to the backseat and gently laid him down. I then moved up to the driver's seat where the keys were still in the ignition. I didn't turn the car on instead I pictured his house and Jumped us and the car onto the street in front of Reese's house. I then got out of the car and picked Reese up out of the backseat. I walked to the front door and looked through the window. I then jumped into the front door entryway. From there I climbed the stairs and walked into the first room I saw and knew immediately that it wasn't his. It was a pink room with a queen sized polkadotted bed. With pictures of famous male stars like David Arhculetta, the Jonas Brothers, and Justin Bieber. I guessed it was Claire's room and left the room and went to the next door down the hall. I guessed this must've been his room but there was really no way to tell. It was very plain. Painted a dark blue, had black dressers, and a bed with plain white sheets. Nothing on the walls, and nothing on the door, no pictures no nothing. It was weird. I layed him in bed and put the keys to his car on his bedside table.
There was one more thing I needed to do. I fished inside his pocket and grabbed at the first hard thing. I started to pull it and realized it was the head of his dick. It was hard so I suspected he was having a sexual dream. I knew I shouldn't be but I kept feeling it. It must've been at least Seven inches, and pretty thick, I was starting to get a hard on myself, when a little voice in the back of my head said to keep a clear head and get of there. I let go of his penis and continued to fish around until I found his phone. I thought it would be very hard to put this phone back in his pants without awakening him so I just decided to take his pants off altogether. I could see a little bit of his shaft from the hole in is boxers and it took me a lot of will power to look away. I then focused on the phone and went to his settings???.
Reese's POV:
I woke up slowly and took in my surroundings. I was in the guest bed room of my house. I wondered if I had come home and crashed in this room. I don't really remember how I got home, but I had a very strange dream. I was driving Sam home when he??teleported somehow. And then we were in his house and he I overheard A conversation between Sam and a man with a deep serious voice. Something about not moving, and me keeping the secret. It was all very blurry. I rubbed the sleep out my eyes and looked for my phone. I found it sitting next to my keys and my jeans folded neatly on the table. I checked my phone with no messages or missed calls but just a Neon yellow message on the front o the screen. Someone changed my banner from "Dancing makes me an artist" to "Please don't tell." And a phone number. This seemed to bring back all the memories. The teleporting, the car ride, lunch, and also Sam telling me he was gay.
I put on my pants and walked down the hall to the next door and went into my room. I checked my clock and was shocked that it was already 8:00. I wondered how long I was asleep, and whats going on. I typed in the phone number and after two rings a familiar voice picked up. "Hello?" "Hey Sam its Reese." There was a silence. "Hello?" "I'm here" replied Sam "I'm just leaving Layla's house???." I heard a door shut "What can I help you with?" "Well I was hoping you could explain what has happened today?" "Well let me think???ummmm you went to school, you met Layla and me, she stalked you a little bit?.." "After that!" I said with unintended frustration "nothing really" "OH, so the whole teleportation, secrecy and gay thing is nothing?" There was a moment of awkward silence before he replied. "Oh that, Well this might be better if I explained it in person, one sec I'll be right over." Okay I got up off my bed to meet him at the door. "One more thing, you brought me home right?" "yeah" he replied. "Well then can you explain to me why my pants were off?" There was a quiet chuckle before he hung up.
I had waited for about a minute before a voice from behind me said "What are you doing down there?" I spun from the doorway, at the top of the stairs stood Sam. "Well I figured you would use the door?.." I was halfway up the stairs now. "I can use the door if you want." "No its-" My words were cut off by the realization that he was no longer standing at the top of the steps. I was confused for a second and was interrupted by the door bell ringing. With a sigh I walked down the steps and answered the door. There stood Sam?.Again. "That was unnecessary." He cocked his head. "There's just no pleasing you" He said in a mock tone. He walked into the house and followed me into the living room. On the couch was Claire fast asleep. "Hold on one sec, let me get her upstairs." He held a hand to my chest and held me to where I stood. "No worries I got her." He walked over to where Claire was sleeping and scooped her up gently into his arms. He then glanced at me and was gone. I sat there astonished until he came back about ten seconds later. It was weird, watching him pick her up so gently sparked a weird emotion in him. It was something he had never felt towards another man. Attraction.
"So what do you want to know?" He asked for plopping onto the couch. I took a seat in my Dad's favorite LaZboy "Who are you?" "I'm Sam Greene." "You know what I meant." He pretended like he didn't hear me. "What are you?" he sighed "I don't really want to repeat it." "Please I want to know." I begged. He blushed "Gay." I then felt very angry which I suppressed with a couple calming breaths. I kept my eyes closed as I said "This will not work unless you take this seriously." And in a less agitated tone "Please, just give me some answers." I watched as Sam's whole body relaxed. "My name is Sam Greene son of Daniel Greene. That's who I am. I am a teleporter A.K.A Jumper." This was doing nothing to the curiosity that was eating at me. "Give me the whole story from the beginning, and I know theres a story, I heard you and your dad talking." He just stared at me for a second, and I looked into his green eyes, and saw the fear to trust. "I won't tell anyone." "Pinky promise?" Sam said with a pinky outstretched. I looked at him and almost laughed. "Are you serious?" He was. I sighed "Yes I pinky promise."
"You know my dad wasn't always that serious. I can only remember one memory of before though. It was us. He was trying to calm me down after I stubbed my toe. I was crying so hard, and you know what he said to me? He said "Don't worry, It'll be better before your married." I couldn't picture the voice I heard at Sam's using that tone of voice or even using that tone. Sam went on. "My dad enlisted in the army before I was born, and before the war.He was chosen for some experiments out of 200 qualified men. He and nine other guys made it. 3 including my dad survived. The government was trying to create soldiers that could go out onto the battlefield and retrieve injured soldiers without getting hurt. And after a year of research they created a gene, that they injected into my Father's DNA system that allowed him to teleport. A year and a half later, I was born. I was born with the artificial gene that they had injected in my dad. My dad was shipped out when I was 6. He came back a year later in a huge hurry. I heard him telling my mom he had left the army without permission, and now he was being hunted. He said that he had no choice. That the jumpers use had turned from saving people to killing people." I gasped I hadn't noticed but somewhere in the story I had moved from the LaZboy to the couch, and I was turned facing Sam. "My mom was crying, and she prepared to leave the country. So we left and moved to Toronto for 9 and a half years. We came back because my grandfather had died and he left his construction company. So we changed our names and moved back." I was listening to the story so intently I hadn't realized I had moved so close to Sam. "Wait, I have just a couple questions" I said "Why didn't they create new soldiers?" He looked at me for a second then replied "I'm not really sure but I'm pretty sure my dad said something about how the life to death ratio was bad, and eventually the program was just shut down itself." "So if the program is shut down why don't you guys come out of hiding?" We were really close now, I could smell his breath which smelled like mint gum. "The two guys that stayed behind kept in touch with my dad and kept his secret. They both eventually fled too, but not before the government tried to take away those guys children and experiment on them for a safer way to create jumpers." "I don't understand but they didn't try to take you, so why do you have to worry now that the program is shut down?" He laughed a little and I caught a huge whiff of his minty breath. It was arousing me a little. "My dad is afraid." "Of what?" I asked. "He's afraid that if we they can't creat jumpers, they will just take us existing jumpers and force us into service." I gasped again. "Don't worry though, what use would they have with a gay theater boy." I laughed. "One more thing" I said. "He looked straight into my eyes. "Kiss me."
Sam's POV:
I jumped back to my house as soon as we broke the kiss. It felt so good, but I knew it was something impossible. He was supposed to like Layla, and what if she didn't forgive me if I pursued this. I remember after my dad came back from the army he did everything possible to prepare me for the worst case scenario, and he would always say to solve a problem look at the simple answers, don't make it any more complicated than necessary. All I had to do was look for the simpler answers, and I knew the simple answer. Even if I didn't like it. I was going to forget the kiss ever happened and not get in the way of Layla's and Reese's soon to be relationship. I needed advice, but I didn't really know anybody who I could tell that Reese kissed me without them freaking out.
Ten minutes later I was on Google looking for an advice column. Instead, I found something better, an advice chat room. It opened up and messages were pouring in causing the list to keep growing. I decided not to look for someone to take my advice but see who would take me. I typed in my problem. "I like a straight guy who kissed me but is in a supposed relationship with my best friend what do I do?" A minute went by and still no reply. I was about to press back and look for other results when a message came up. It was from someone named misery man. The message said "Hi, I understand you need help with something." I was quick to reply "Yes I'm a junior in high school, and gay." I saw the message at the bottom of the screen telling me he was typing. "And the plot thickens! HA!" he said. I was confused, so I asked him "What do you mean?" the typing message came up again. "I just didn't know you were a boy too, I thought this was girl drama, but I can handle this too." I was a little unsure, but what have I got to lose. So I told him everything, but left out all the jumper parts which left out a huge part of the story. So I changed the story from him being shocked that I was a jumper, and changed it to he was shocked about me being gay. The typing message was up for awhile before the message appeared. "From what can tell from what you've told me. This guy is probably gay or bi, but he doesn't know it because he never examined those feelings. So he thought the feelings he felt toward women were the normal ones you're supposed to have towards someone you find attractive." I decided not to navigate away from the page, because in a twisted way it made sense. "He doesn't know if he would rather be gay and have you, or would he rather continue fooling himself. Some people would rather continue to fit the image of what people consider cool and normal then be what makes them happy. There's usually a reason though, like they are afraid of losing someone they care about because of this, or afraid of hurting someone." This made a lot of sense. "Thank you" I said. I was about to click out when I saw the typing message again. "Here is my email if in need of any more advice." I wrote down the email and wrote a quick reply. "Thank you, but I'm hoping my life will remain simple enough that I don't get use of it." The typing message came up again. "Simplicity can be a weapon. It does not always mean things will be easy." I exited out of the browser.
The next morning I woke up and got ready for school. I still had to jump over to Layla's house to pick her up for school. I jumped it into Layla's room as she was changing into her clothes. This has happened many times. Layla knows that I have no real interest in women and so she didn't mind. "Good morning." Layla said as she picked up her Messenger bag/Back-pack. We walked down stairs into the Kitchen where Layla's mom had laid out a plate with waffles on it. "Good morning Mrs. Valdez." I announced when she had her back turned. She turned her slightly and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Oh hello Sam, I didn't hear you come in." Layla sat down and ate her waffles while me and Mrs. Valdez talked about her job and Mr. Valdez. She actually made me a cup of coffee which I thanked her for. "Shouldn't you kids be heading off to the bus stop?" Layla answered the question for me. "Our bus comes pretty late and gets us to school pretty fast, basically teleports us." I kicked her gently when Mrs. Valdez's back was turned. Layla laughed and we left.
Today was extremely snowy so I decided to jump us ride outside of school doors but I guessed no one would notice. We arrived at school petty early so the halls were almost empty. We were walking towards her locker when Reese turned the corner and was now heading our way. I stopped and Layla turned around to see what was wrong. "I can't be here." I said in an urgent tone. She looked confused but I didn't give her time to reply before I jumped to my locker a couple halls away. I jumped when Claire appeared behind my locker door as it jumped. "Morning." Gosh her family was way too good at getting the best of me. "Ready for first Period?" she asked. Actually I wasn't. I hadn't done the assigned homework for last night, but I had more pressing matters on my hand. I walked with Claire to first period while she talked about how much fun she had yesterday and the dress she had gotten for the dance. I was too caught up with all the stuff I had to figure out. I honestly listened in on none of my classes and welcome the relief the lunch bell brought me. I saw Layla sitting at Reese's table again, and he looked completely normal, like he had forgot about the kiss already. I went and sat at the table alone again. I welcomed it. I needed to clear my head. I looked up and saw Reese's eyes on me. I stared at them for a second before looking away. I got up and threw my lunch away. I sped walked out of the cafeteria and with a quick glance back saw Reese getting up from his table. As soon as the doors closed behind me I jumped. My head was too clouded to jump anywhere important so I jumped to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully the bathroom was empty. I ran into the stall and started crying. I must've cried for five minutes and had lost all hope that Reese was getting up from the table to follow me. Someone had jogged into the bathroom and stood there. My door was not shut completely and I saw a familiar eye looking through the crack. Reese opened the door and slipped in. I was sitting on the toilet seat still crying. He got down on one knee. "Whats wrong?" He asked in a gentle voice. I looked at him but didn't answer. He put his hand on my cheek and caressed it lightly. His hand felt warm but now clammy. I put my hand on top of his. I tried to find words but the ones that came out seemed way more harsh then I meant them. "It's like you don't even care." He laughed. "I'm pretending silly, it's all an act, but you on the other hand looked like a wreck." I smiled as a tear fell from my eye. "I thought you were an actor" I actually laughed this time. He then kissed me, but this time it was better, we knew each other's lips and the passion was free flowing and unrestrained. My emotions felt so mangled. I was still crying. I felt like such a backstabber but I also felt like the most loved person in the world by two people I have really come to care about. "I can't do this to Layla." I whispered. His hand was still caressing my cheek and now our foreheads were touching. "No, don't feel bad, this isn't about her." Oh, but it was. I could've made this complicated, I could've walked back in there and told Layla about this and watched as the pain in her eyes shone like a star but the pain on her face was unreadable. I could see it all now, but no that was too complicated. So I did the dimple thing. I jumped. I was now on a secluded beach on the west coast. I didn't really know where the beach was, I had only been there a couple times and for only about 10 minutes. It was a spot at the bottom of a cliff I went sometimes when I was stressed. I sat on the sand and let out a very long sigh.
I must've lay there for the rest of the day, because when I checked my watch it was about 7. I checked my phone and had many worried messages from Layla and my parents. I replied to my parents. "I'm fine, on the West coast, be back in a day or two." I knew my parents would be fine with me skipping school and being on my own for a couple days. With my jumping abilities I had done it before. So It didn't surprise when the reply was a simple okay and a request to stay safe. I stood up out of the sand and brushed myself off. I jumped to the top of the cliff about 75 feet above me. I looked down the beach and saw a hotel a couple miles down the beach. I decided to walk the rest of the way to the hotel because I couldn't find a good place to jump too. It started to rain but I kept on walking. The road was pretty quiet until an old ford truck passed me. I looked up and the bright red lights signaling his halt were on. The lights turned off and the car stated rolling backwards toward me. When the Truck was right nex to me the window rolled down a bit. "Hey!" the tone of his voice sounded like he was shouting but it sounded quieter over the roar of the rain. "Hey!" he said. I still didn't answer. "Can I offer you a ride." This time I looked up. Partially because of the confusion toward his kindness, and also because this reminded me of another car run in. I couldn't get a clear view of the driver. He looked to be around my age if not older, and in shape, but his face remained a mystery. "Why voice sounded weaker then I meant it to, but eventually the words came out. "Why on earth would you offer a wet stranger a ride?" He laughed. "I'm not quite sure but the longer we wait the more wet you get." I started moving towards the car but I crashed in a wave of a emotion. I fell to my knees and heard the car changing gears and a door opening. I felt a pair of strong arms guiding me to the car. Once we were both in the car and moving down the road. "Where can I take you?" He asked. We had already passed the hotel so I just shrugged. "Well I'm down here on vacation so I can't really recommend a place. "Where exactly are we?" I asked. He cocked his head and had a look of confusion on his face. "Were in Daytona, Florida?..How can you not know where you are?" When I didn't say anything he talked again "Alright I get it, just met, I wouldn't understand" I was about to say that's not it but he interrupted my thought "but as for a place a stay, I'm pretty sure there's an extra bed at my place. "Thank you." He nodded his head and I took it as your welcome. "And if you want to talk, we still have about a 30 minute drive left. I sighed, but told him my story with the exception of the jumper parts. When I finished the story he started laughing. I was kind of angry since I had just told him a really emotional story and he laughed! "Why are you laughing?" I said in an angry voice. "It's just so crazy how the one guy I pick up is going to fit in so well with all of my friends." I was confused "What'd you mean?" I asked "The group of people I'm staying with is an organization at my school called the gay-straight alliance." It's a group of people either gay or straight who support homosexuality." Well that was lucky I though, good thing I got into the car. I was tempted to ask what he was, but thought against it. Instead I asked his name, because I had yet to do so. "My name is Remy." Remy, I liked that name, it was a unique name. I watched Remy drive and listened to him hum to the quieter sound of the radio. He sounded really good. "You have a sweet voice" I blurted. I had meant to say it in my head. He smiled. "Thanks, I've been taking vocal lessons since I was nine, I've actually always wanted to go to a school to study music, but my parents said since it was my senior year, I should just stay at the school I'm at." "Hey I go to a school like that, back in Ohio." He looked at me like I was telling a bad joke? "You live in Ohio?" I nodded "Because I do too." He actually went to the public school I would've gone too if I hadn't gone to a charter school. This was all too much for me, so I just decided to sleep until we got there, and I fell asleep to the sounds of rain, the radio, and Remy's beautiful voice humming sweet melodies.
I woke up to a bright light on my face. I was in a bed, in an unfamiliar room and the light was the sun shining through the shades. I guessed this was the bed that Remy had told me I could sleep in and that I had slept through the night. "Good morning sleepy head." I turned and saw Remy sitting on the twin of my bed, with a book in one hand and a coffee in the other. "What time is it?" I asked. He looked at the clock on his bedside table "About 1." I listened for a minute and the house was silent. "Where is everybody?" I asked. They all went to sleep, I waited up for you." I don't know why but I blushed, and changed the subject. "What are you reading?" He tried to hide it but I saw the title before he could hide it. "A Walk to Remember, I love that book." He smiled and brought the book back into view "I saw the movie and liked it so I decided to read the book." In the light from outside I could see tear streaks on his cheek. "I'm guessing you're at a sad part. He smiled. "I'm at the part where he finds out about her leukemia" "That part is so sad." I was lost in thought when I quoted a line from the book "Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel." Remy was looking at me now "Why'd you say that?" I thought about it for a second before answering. "Because you're like my angel, you saved me yesterday. You're here for a reason" He smiled but he looked like he was in his own world. "Alright" he answered while moving onto my bed "I'll be your angel, but you have to promise me one thing." "Anything." I said smiling. I knew what he was going to say next. "You have to promise not to fall in love with me." I laughed we were now very close. "I promise." He was leaning toward me now. I I closed my eyes and leaned forward too. RING RING RING! We both jumped, Remy answered his phone. "ALRIGHT!" he yelled into the phone. He then turned back to me. "Hey that was my friend he said we need to get down to the beach because were missing a great beach day." I guess it wasn't meant to be?.yet."
That's chapter two. Thanks for all the replies, I love the critique and any suggestions or any ideas you have for the stories. Good contributors get a spot in the story.