Lost & Found.

“Can I talk to you?” For some reason he had come up to me. I had been sitting at the bar for the last hour, absentmindedly watching whatever they had on the TV. Is it sad that I can say that I’ve been watching it for a whole hour and still have no idea what it is?

“Why?” I muttered, taking another gulp of my beer. The taste didn’t bother me anymore.

“Just,” he glanced behind himself and I looked too, only slightly curious now. There was nothing there but smoke and loud voices. “Just humor me, okay?” He looked anxious, but you’d never be able to tell it by looking him in the eyes.

It was all in the way he shifted his feet.

I sighed and turned to face him fully, taking my elbows away from the bar. “What?” I sounded more annoyed than I should have.

“Are you staying at a motel?” he asked, I hardly noticed the way his eyes flicked over my shoulder. He turned to lean backwards against the bar and I watched as his eyes slowly scanned the room.

“If I did, it wouldn’t be any business of yours.” I muttered, finishing off the bottle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his confused look.

Then something clicked. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He rolled those gorgeous eyes.

I slid off of the stool and looked at him. “I wasn’t,” I deadpanned.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered, grabbing my arm tightly and dragging me out of the bar.

“But, I,” I stammered, eyes wide, “I never...”

“Shh...” He glared back at me as he drug me into the parking lot. He looked back ahead as we approached a gleaming motorcycle. “Here.” He handed me the helmet but I didn’t take it. Instead I started for my own car.

I could hear him muttering behind me and the growl of him starting his bike. “I’ll just follow you,” he yelled.

I couldn’t help but to think of it as a threat.

~~~

‘...and we don’t notice any time pass, we don’t notice anything. We sit side by side in every class. Teacher thinks that I sound funny, but she likes the way you sing. Tonight I’ll dream while I’m in bed...’

I flicked off the radio, too anxious to actually hear the song playing, anyway. I couldn’t help but to keep glancing into the rearview mirror as I made my way to the motel where I was staying. Sure enough, he was following close behind, making a nervousness develop and flourish in the pit of my stomach.

When I got out of my car I accidentally slammed my door and I walked quicker than I normally would to the door, digging the keys out of my pockets on the way. I shoved it into the lock but I could still hear the loud roar of his bike behind me.

“Wait up, girlie.” He laughed, suddenly in a better mood.

I ignored him, opened the door, and stepped into the room, trying to slam it in his face like some badass movie character.

I forgot that in some movies, a boot gets shoved in the doorway.

“Not so fast,” he smirked as my eyes slowly trailed from his shoe to his face, which was framed by a mess of black hair.

“Just go away.” It came out much more pathetic and pleading than I had originally planned, but since when do things go my way?

“Think again.” He leaned out of the doorway, that I hadn’t even realized he’d been leaning into, and glanced around behind me. “Let me in,” he demanded looking at me, seriousness radiating from his figure. When I shook my head and tried to shut the door again he growled, “now.”

He shoved his way into the room pushing me backwards and closing the door quietly behind himself.

“What are you hiding from?” I asked, glaring at him as I kicked my book under the bed with my heel. No need for him to think anything. The next thing I did was shove clothes, which had been scattered around the room, into the duffel bag. At the moment, it doesn’t matter what’s dirty and what’s not.

“You know those guys?” he asked, knowing that I would remember. He was too busy checking the perimeter of the room and closing windows to notice my nod. “Well, I stole some of their shit,” he muttered before chaining the small lock on the door and twisting the other.

“What kind of shit?” I asked suspiciously.

“A bunch of money and,” he trailed off but I watched as he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.

“The bike?!” I screamed, instantly both of my hands were in my hair. What has he gotten me into?

Before he could answer me, not that I needed answering, there was a loud pounding on the door and, on instinct, I dove behind the bed. “I can hear you in there!” a deep voice yelled through the door before pounding even harder and I feared that he would break the door. “Fuck! You’re with that... fuck!” There was more muddled yelling, but they’d walked away from the door.

I stayed huddled while it became silent. I could hear footsteps coming in my direction and I glared up at the man. “You look retarded,” he laughed.

He then did something I never thought he’d do. He offered to help me up.

I sat down on the bed, staring after him as he paced a little. “I was being cautious,” I muttered, defending myself.

He let out a short laugh, “what for?”

“They could have had guns,” I shrugged.

I watched as he, literally, threw his head back and laughed before turning to look at me, humor sparkling in his eyes, “You’ve been watching too many movies.” I glared at his back as he looked out the window, searching for something. “They took the bike.” He sounded dejected and he had a slight pout on his face as he turned to face me again.

It looked ridiculous on him, but I had to hold back a smile anyway.

“You should go check your car for scratches,” he smiled.

~~~

It turns out that he had thought ahead and left the bike on the other side of the small parking lot, knowing that they were right behind us. They did, however, scratch the shit out of the car he did park next to.

Which leads us to now.

Both of us were sitting in my motel room. I was trying to read my book (the sooner I finished it the sooner I could leave this town and get rid of him) but secretly I kept looking at him as he concentrated on the TV. Sometimes he would say something under his breath, sometimes he would make odd hand motions, and sometimes he would say something directed towards me.

Not that I answered.

He had put his hair into a short hair tie an hour ago and I had a strong feeling it was one of mine, considering I didn’t think someone like him would be carrying around a bubbly pink hair tie. I read a sentence out of the book, it was the same sentence I’d been reading for the past hour and a half, before having to look up as he made a motion at the TV. “Can you believe how stupid some people are?”

“As apposed to cheating people out of money and stealing bikes? Yeah...” I mumbled, not expecting him to hear me.

“What was that?” He asked looking back at me with a mischievous grin planted upon his lips.

I slammed the book shut. “What the hell are you doing here anyway?” I yelled.

“You’re just noticing I’m still here?” He asked, an amused glint to his green eyes.

“No,” I stopped, not sure what to say. “Why are you here?”

“I’d think that was obvious.” He mused to himself, but with a glance up at me he made it clear he was mocking me.

I groaned, letting my head fall backwards onto the pillow. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?” I moaned.

“Aw, I thought you liked me,” he stood up slowly and I tried not to stare at the muscles working in his arm as he leaned against it.

“I hate you.” I muttered, closing my eyes, wishing him away.

Too bad I knew it wouldn’t work.