Author's note: Okay, so the car accident part is true on my part. It actually happened earlier today and I was kinda scared. Please enjoy...I only risked my life for these ideas. >w<
Jon rushed around the house, making sure he remembered to have everything set up for the latest Runaway Guys recording. Emile emerged from the top of the steps, happy like always. (Too bad, Emile has Tim's trait.
) "Come on Jon, we gotta go pick up Tim at the airport" Emile sung out. Jon rushed by, grabbing the keys to his car and running out the door. "Come on Conroy, what are you waiting for?!" Jon snapped back. Emile ignored Jon, only to pull out his 3DS from his pocket. Jon rolled his eyes, "Look, just get it the damn car! Tim arrived earlier than scheduled." Emile closed his DS, opened the door, and reclosed the door once more. Jon following right behind. "I get why you're so upset" Emile giggled, nudging Jon in the arm. Jon stayed quiet. "You wanted more 'fun time' didn't you?" Emile smirked at the now red faced Jon. "Th-that's! No! Of co-course not!" Jon was now stuttering. "Yeah whatever..." Emile looked plainly out the window. "We still have to pick up Tim, remember?" "Ri-Right." Jon pulled the keys from his pocket and slipped one into the car starter. (Ya know, key goes in, car starts...
*The car started and the two were soon on the highway.*
Emile was still quiet, Jon remained focused on the road, now calmer than before. Emile turned to Jon, appreciating the last moment between the two for the next five days. He couldn't, not when Tim was around. Why couldn't they just tell him? All of them to be exact. Donna, Jake, Josh, Patrick, Ty-, well maybe not Tyler. Unless he shared some secret connection with Josh as well...No, focus Emile. You need to tell them. Love is love...No matter the gender. Jon glanced over at Emile, "Look I'm sorry. Ok-" Emile pulled Jon into a kiss, the last for while. Jon pulled away. Emile felt hurt, confused even. He didn't feel like talking, or playing games anymore. He kept his eyes ahead. If only sooner... "JON! STOP THE DAMN CAR!" Jon reacted along with Emile's words, swerving out of the way of the stopped car that lied in front. "SHIIITT!" Jon screamed, trying to regain control of the vehicle. The only thing he could think of was to jerk the wheel the opposite way. The car spun around multiple times, doing a 360°. Emile clung tightly to Jon's arm. At last, the car came to a stop. No one was hurt, all cars around were stopped. They hadn't hit a thing. Not a car, nor the wall they came extremely close to. Everything was okay. Emile still clung to Jon, fear across his face. Everyone around just stared. Jon sat there frozen. What had made him lose focus? He actually felt bed Emile who was still clinging to his arm, now completely shaking. "Emile, are you okay?" Emile nodded. He released his grip from Jon's arm and kissed him. "It's okay, honestly." He smiled. Jon grabbed the wheel. "Yeah...everything's okay now." Jon proceeded to back the car up and drive to the airport to pick up Tim. "Jon..." Emile whispered. "Yeah?" Emile closed his eyes and leaned back, "Can we please tell our friends about us? Remember, love is love Jon." Jon stiffened in his seat. He couldn't, what would they think? He glanced at Emile who was laid back in his seat. "Of course, I'd do anything for you Emile," Jon laughed. "Good, that's what I thought..." Emile went quiet, now sleeping peacefully. "I Love You Emile, nothing will ever change that. Jon smiled, still keeping his focus on the road.