“You can’t go, yet. What am I supposed to do after school when you’re gone?” I whined, hanging from Jonah’s jacket as he swayed from side to side, his arms wrapped lightly around my shoulders.
“It’s only for a few months. And we still have a week left, there’s no need to be down about it now.” he rubbed his cheek against my forehead, the bristles on his chin prickly against my skin. I looked up at him, all blue eyes and blonde hair. He’d refused to cut his hair ever since he’d enlisted in the military, and wasn’t going to shave it until absolutely necessary. I brushed my fingers against the sturdy bones of his jaw, his throat, trying to memorize each crevice. In only seven days, I’d have to remember his face from memory and trace each line of his smile into my pillow. He nipped at my fingers as I dragged my hands down the crease of his brow, to the tip of his nose.
“Jonah, I can’t do this. I really just can’t.” The tears that I’d promised myself wouldn’t fall trickled down my face like traitors marching to the opposing side. I scowled as he lifted my chin.
“Claw, it’ll be okay. Before you know it, I’ll be back making you cook for me at the diner and we’ll both be going off to college.”
I growled. “Don’t call me that.”
I grimaced, the tears falling freely. Jonah had first called me Claw the second he’d heard what my name was back in eighth grade. I had sat at an open lunch table, far away from everyone else, on my first day at the new school. Jonah, being the loud and obnoxious boy that he was in eighth grade, came over to my table, plopped down and said, ‘I hear your name is Claw.’ My response was a swift punch to the face and storming off to lock myself in a bathroom stall. He’d been madly in love with me ever since.
“Oh, shush. I love you. Don’t be so grumpy.”
“Then what’s my name?” I asked mock snidely.
“Talon Anderson, soon to be Talon Michaels.” he pressed a soft kiss to my lips as we swayed back in forth on his front porch.
The sun was going down now as we wrapped ourselves up in our own world that we’d created so long ago. Nothing else mattered here, with just the two of us facing the rest of the world.
“What are you gonna do having to sleep in that bunk all alone?” I asked. He mussed up my hair with the warmth of his breath.
“Miss you like hell.” he said softly.
I nodded, burying my face against his solid chest.
“You’ll be a good soldier though. They need you there.”
Jonah, several inches over six feet tall, towered over most of the officers that he’d talked to when registering for basic training. Ever since he’d signed up I despised the United States military. I hated what it felt like to know that the person I’d loved for my entire high school career could easily be taken away from me and would be for eight miserable months.
His golden hair lay messy and unkempt on the top of his head. Normally he wore it short with the ends barely skimming the tips of his ears. But now, knowing that it would all be gone soon, he kept his hair long enough for it to constantly have to be brushed to the side in order for him to not run headlong into a door. His frame, although slim, was sturdy, which had always comforted me somehow by knowing that if there was ever anything in this world that would hurt me, Jonah could stop it.
“And you’ll be a good soldier here, manning the fort and what not.” he laughed.
I snorted. “Yeah, because my five foot seven inches of greatness is totally going to be able fend off all the creeps in this town.”
I’d thought before I had met Jonah, that I was relatively tall. I was the tallest one in my foster family by far, until I was introduced to Jonah’s family, where I quickly became the shortest. Even his fifteen year old sister stood at least three inches taller than me.
I shivered as the wind picked up. I buried my face in Jonah’s jacket, roping my arms around his waist.
“You do know if you’d agree to wear coats you wouldn’t be so cold all the time.”
“I don’t need a coat.” I growled.
“Right.” He said, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder with one arm and opening the door with the other.
I pounded my fists against his back as he walked easily into the kitchen. I looked around his body to see his mom, Nadine, pouring a pot of what smelled like chili into a large tupperware container. Nadine always came over and cooked one night a week. It was her way of checking up on her son and being able to do something other than work all day. She always cooked a day’s dinner in advance since she never had time to cook when she got home on most days.
“Why is it that Talon is almost always upside down when she’s in this kitchen?” Nadine smiled at me.
Jonah snorted. “Because she’s weird. Why else?”
“Well, I just finished this up. It was nice talking to you today, Talon.” she smiled at me.
“What did you guys talk about anyway?”
“About how much your feet stink.” His mother sneered teasingly.
I agreed with her and thanked her for cooking.
“I guess we’ll see you tomorrow for supper.” I said, still swaying from my not so upright position on Jonah’s back. Jonah and I waved our goodbyes as she left the house and drove away.
Jonah made his way to the stairs and I tensed my body, bracing myself for the jostling effects of the sudden inclination of him running up the stairs with me upside down on his back.
He jogged lightly with my arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to dear life to the front of his t-shirt.
He opened the door to his room, closed is softly behind him, and flipped me back over his shoulder, cradling me gently in his arms.
He sat me down softly on his bed where I gently sunk into the billowy haven that was his mattress. He sat down next to me with that wanting look in his eyes that I knew all too well from my years of knowing all of his faces.
“Don’t even.” I teased.
“I’m not doing anything.” he said softly, nuzzling my neck. “But really, what did you guys talk about while I was at the diner?”
“Nothing really. She asked how it was being able to live together now. Asked how paying rent was and if I needed anything when you left.”
Jonah thought to himself. Leaving me here in this house alone was the last thing he wanted to do and being able to live together for a short time before he left for basics was a gift that neither one of us wanted to give up, no matter the costs.
“We grew up fast.” Jonah said softly. “It seems like yesterday you punched me in the face and now we’re eighteen and living in our own house. You’re going to college and I’m going to the military. We have everything planned out. I don’t know whether to be absolutely terrified or so just... happy that I know exactly what I want to do with my life.”
“And what do you want to do exactly?” I questioned softly. I knew the answer, but hearing it again only solidified my future even more, making it seem more real.
“I plan on coming home from basics with everything I need to provide a better future for myself and for the girl that I’m going to marry, every possible way that I can. We won’t have to worry about paying for a house, and definitely won’t have to pay for the rent here, and we’ll have everything we need to settle down and focus on our life together.” he explained. Whenever he thought about the future, his brow always creased as he gazed further and further into the unknown. And while he stared, the unknown became clear. “Not only that, but Miss Talon Anderson will become Mrs. Talon Michaels.” he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to my palm.
I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, weaseling my body as close to his as possible in hopes that we’d meld together. I could almost feel our bodies fuse together.
I yawned. “It’s my bedtime.”
“Nine o’clock. Right on time.” he laughed lightly.
He rolled over off of the bed, taking his shirt and jeans off on his way to the light. He turned them off as I weaseled out of my pants and threw them to the floor. I kicked the blankets back, pulling them over me.
Jonah sidled in next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him, my body fitting perfectly against his. I turned to face him, pressing deep kisses to his mouth, feeling his body go tense in response. Goosebumps rose on his arms, a sure sign that he didn’t plan on sleeping. The heat arose in waves, our eyelids so heavy that opening them was a feat that dared not be conquered anytime soon. Our hands fumbled to be closer until all I could feel was his skin on mine, and all I could hear was the rapid beat of his heart and the catch in his breathing as the love that we’d felt for each other for years all came tumbling out of our systems like water from a dam. When all that was left of our energy and coherence was the shaking of our hands, we curled up close, holding each other no matter the cost. I fell asleep that way, with his arm resting under my head, and the strength of his embrace comforting and easing my every worry of the day, until nothing existed except his touch, and his love and his strength around me, a silent promise that nothing would ever hurt me.
It is reality fiction right? This sounds very interesting, and I'm totally interested in it just as long as the romance isn't the entire plot (but I'm hoping it's not after reading the summary). 
). But that's just my opinion. I know it must be hard for your MC, and you did a great job in capturing that emotion. 
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