The Runaway

Chapter 3: What Will He Do Now?

A/N: Hello! If you're here you must have some sort of interest in this fic? Maybe? Kinda? It gets better I promise! Enjoy!!
Warnings:
-swearing

The chirp of birds rang throughout the entire forest as the sky turned violet. The sun got a glimpse of the moon as it rose slowly into the sky, making the night sky disappear and the stars to lose their light.
The clouds turned a warm golden color as warmth and sunlight flooded into the forest.
The call of a mockingbird was what woke Mitch up, the shrill tone of it making his eyes open with a start.
For once, Mitch woke up and didn't feel entirely gross.
The room smelled of herbs and not the usual dirty laundry and alcohol smell that he was used to.
Mitch inhaled sharply, enjoying this new smell for a quick second before looking around him.
He was in the same room, the same bed and still in the same small cottage.
A small smile made its way onto his sleepy features as he sat up, barely noticing the ache in his abdomen.
He ran his hands through his hair, slicking it back like he usually wore it. He was actually pretty glad he hadn't bathed in a couple days because his greasy hair cooperated easily.
As he sat there, blinking back sleep from his eyes, he remembered that he had literally been stabbed the day before.
Memories of the day before flooded into his head and he quickly scrambled for his shirt.
He was currently wearing one that Jonas had given him the day before, one that didn't have rips or stains adorning it.
Mitch lifted the soft material from his skin, cool morning air blowing against his chest and making him quiver.
His wound was still covering in the same cloths that they had been wrapped in the night before. No new blood was staining the cloths and Mitch stared down blankly, his mouth falling open in surprise.
Another cool rush of air made him pull his shirt back down, looking up to the empty doorway.
As far as he could tell, there was no fire lit to warm the cool, spring air and no lantern lit to add to the morning light.
Hastily, he sat up and pushed his feet off the bed, his dry skin brushing uncomfortably with the cold, wooden floor. With both hands on the bed for support, he lifted himself up, surprisingly supporting himself.
His abs felt sore but he walked anyway, moving out of the bedroom and into the living room.
The house was smaller than he'd expected, only having a decent sized living room with a fireplace and a small kitchen.
Mitch could get a view of the whole house from where he stood and Jonas was nowhere to be seen.
Instead of staying in the house, like he should have been, he instead walked to the front door, opening it and stepping outside.
Bright streaks of sun shined straight into his eyes making him wince and use his lanky fingers to block the pesky golden rays.
Looking left and right, he tried to spot the freckled boy, but all he was met with was trees as far as he could see.
Closing the door behind him, he stepped off the wooden porch and onto the icy ground, trekking through the greenery and clovers.
Birds chirped high up in the trees as squirrels barked at him from nearby branches. Mitch couldn't help but scrunch his nose at all the nature.
He really wasn't a fan of the whole forest thing and being so exposed to it made him feel a bit awkward. It felt like every forest animal or plant was secretly after him for not completely surrounding himself with them his entire life.
Though, this did beat his town at the moment. This was way better than being stuck in a cell and fed dog shit.
Keeping an eye on the trees while he walked, Mitch made his way around the forest blindly, in search of Jonas. Branches hung down and scratched his arms, pebbles got stuck in the creases of his feet and every once in a while he'd step on a wet patch of moss.
The whole walk was quite uncomfortable.
After ten minutes had passed by, he was ready to give up and head back to the cozy cottage but the sound of sloshing water made him stop in his tracks.
He tried to listen closely to figure out where the noise came from, cursing the birds under his breath to "fucking shut up for a second".
A good minute passed, Mitch holding his breath to listen and he finally heard the slosh of water, the noise coming from straight in front of him.
He walked forward, his giant feet padding against the ground quietly. He looked through a thick bush and noticed the creek he'd found yesterday. Except this time, the creek had widened up and by the looks of it, become much deeper. Another sloshing sound made him direct his attention to his left, where a bare spotted back could easily be seen.
Again, the boy's wings were visible, gently cascading from his back like fine silk.
They looked more delicate than ever, drops of water sticking to them like beads of dewdrops on thin blades of grass.
Mitch watched as Jonas pinched the water, somehow forming it into a string and pulling it up and out of the creek.
A thin trail of the liquid followed his finger and danced through the air, swirling around his body and washing him thoroughly.
The liquid slowly dripped down his freckled body and Mitch felt as if his face was on fire. The view also brought a familiar tightness to his pants but he quickly ignored that, trying to lean forward to get a better view.
Was this awful? Yes. Very. Would he get caught? Probably.
Was it worth it?
Yes. Completely.
Mitch had his eyes glued to the gorgeous boy's back, enjoying how the sun made it seem even more golden. A heavy sigh came from the boy as he summoned more water with a flick of his finger, twirling it in the air and making it soak his hair. In the sun, Mitch realized that his hair wasn't black, but that it was a dark brown, like the color of expensive, imported chocolate.
His wet haired curled even more than before, clinging to his head in little ringlets.
Mitch was so mesmerized by the boy he didn't even do anything when the boy turned around.
His stomach bulged out in soft folds of freckled skin and again Mitch was overwhelmed with the urge to hold him and tell him he was absolutely gorgeous.
This might've been the best moment of Mitch's life. That was until he watched Jonas' bright green eyes flick up to meet his.
He watched his face go completely red with embarrassment and Mitch immediately turned his head away and tried to make a run for it.
"M-Mitch?!" He heard Jonas yelp from the creek, water sloshing about frantically.
Mitch stopped and sighed, turning around red faced, looking to the ground to hide his embarrassment.
He walked forward, peeking up to see Jonas, out of the water now, a towel wrapped around his whole body.
"S-sorry Joey... didn't mean to uh, invade your personal space." He said, scratching the back of his neck embarrassingly.
Mitch looked up at Jonas, sheepishly meeting his eyes.
Jonas let out a sigh and closed his eyes, shaking his head.
"How long were you watching?" He said in a small voice, keeping his eyes closed and pushing some wet hair away from his face.
Mitch's blush grew darker as he watched Jonas and answered quickly.
"I didn't see your junk don't worry!!" He said, his words spilling out quickly and without much thought.
An awkward silence grew between the two before Jonas broke it.
"Here" he said, throwing him something. Mitch caught it, not expecting the item to slip through his fingers, catching it again quickly.
"You need to clean up that wound" Jonas said beginning to disappear from sight as he walked behind some shrubbery.
Mitch was about to interject before Jonas' voice could be heard from a small distance away.
"I'll be back later with extra clothes. Take your time"
With that, Jonas was gone, and he was left with a bar of soap and a freezing cold creek.