PixieStix

Jo "I'm not upset," I lie.

Jo "They'll find us anyways. You know how they are," I sigh, biting my lip, throwing on a shirt and shorts before shutting the blinds and leaning against the door.

Jo I nod, "Yeah. Ugh."

Jo I nod and take a deep breath, reading the article and shaking my head. And I'm apperantly pregnant? No. That's it.

Jo I smile, "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault."

Jo I shrug, running a hand through my hair, "Paparazzi."

Jo I take my head in my hands and shake my head, dropping the magazine on my lap.

Jo I smile, looking to my right to see a magazine that my mom must've dropped off this morning. I pick it up and see us on the front page, ...

Jo I wake the next morning, hair messy, and rub my one eye with the back of my hand.

Jo I let him, smiling wider.

Jo I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him.

Jo I smile, "I love you too, Chris."

Jo I set a hand on the side of his face and close my eyes.

Jo I smile and kiss him back the same way.

Jo I tilt my head up and look at him, "I never said I didn't want to."