Chapter 8: So...How Are You?

Jacov paced the copse, fiddling with his gloves nervously. He kept changing his mind. Should he stay? Should he leave? That kiss the night before nearly convinced Jacov to stay away from the copse forever and ever.
Yet he came back.
A noise from the edge of the trees shot Jacov to his feet in a near militaristic attention. A hesitant tawny-haired figure stepped from behind a tree. "Jacov?"
Jacov gulped. No turning back now. Alon now knew that he couldn't stay away. However, Jacov's heart soared in his chest when he remembered that Alon came back, too. "Hallo!" he said, voice cracking.
Alon came forward and stopped a meter away. "So...how are you?"
Jacov sighed. "Oh, cut the crap. We need to talk about yesterday."
Alon bit his lip. "I...I don't even know how that happened."
"We were just so close together," Jacov replied. "It happened so fast."
Alon came up until he was standing right in front of Jacov. They stood in a heat filled silence until Alon broke it with a simple few words. "Jacov, I love you."
Jacob's heart beat faster. His knees felt weak. His mind was spinning as his stomach rolled. It felt like he was sick, but it was like no sickness he ever knew. It was good.
The reply came in a whisper. "I can tell you're not lying..."
Alon's eyes searched Jacov's face in deep worry. "W-well? You know I'm not lying. So...so...how do you feel?"
Jacov couldn't answer, his breathing seemingly stuck. "My father will hate me. He'll never want to see me again."
Alon grabbed Jacov's arms and pulled his body against his own. "Do you love me?"
It was all to perfect. Alon's crystal clear grey eyes. His fair, freckled skin. The wind played with his golden bangs, the moonlight adding an otherworldly sheen to the picture. Jacov couldn't think; he couldn't speak.
Alon's brow furrowed. "Do you?"
Jacov didn't remember why or why not; he just did it. He leaned down to the shorter boy and closed the ever shrinking distance between his lips and Alon's.
There was a small gasp from the receiving end of this perhaps awkwardly executed show of affection, but the moment went on for seconds, minutes, years.
Pulling away, they stared at each other until Alon initiated the hug of the century. He sobbed into Jacov's chest while the latter held him tight in confusion. "Alon, what on Earth is there to be upset about?"
A choking sound came from the boy. "I'm happy!"
Jacov pried Alon from his chest and kissed his forehead. "Does this mean we're together?"
Alon wiped his eyes and nodded. "Uh huh. We are."
Another kiss, a hug goodbye, and they went their separate ways. Jacov walked home like he was on air. He loved someone. And that someone loved him.
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A/N: I luff dis chaptarrr!\shot  ...I just love Alon to death. I enjoy writing intense feelings :3 Yet still I am unsatisfied with the lengths of my chapters. Blarg