Chapter Negative Twelve: Two Days

"Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams."

~Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift~

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Warnings: abuse, addiction, biphobia/homophobia, death, domestic violence, hospitals/medical things, language, slight smut, substance abuse, underage drinking, and other mature themes

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Zion's POV

"So, I'm helping Robby pack tomorrow night since he leaves early Monday," I tell Jess as I apply my makeup. "Today is my last real time with him."

"And you're sure you don't want something more?" Jess swings her legs off the side of her bed.

I try to hide my cheeks as they flush, "I can't want something more. A long distance relationship isn't what we agreed on. Logically, it doesn't make sense. With my dad and my mom and the stress of long distance-"

"Forget what you agreed on and what's logical. If you proposed a real commitment to Robby, what would he say?" Jess questions.

"He doesn't do commitments," I shake my head, remembering the one night stands.

"He did a small one with you," she points out.

"That doesn't count, okay?" I turn to her. 

"And why not?" Jess asks. I do my eyeliner as she sits beside me on her beanbag. "I'm just saying you two are really great together. I'd hate to see something so beautiful get ruined by you two not communicating."

"It's just not for us, all right? It's not our thing," I sigh.

"It's not his thing, but it could be," she says.

"Jess, I'm done talking about this," I snap.

I look down in the silence as she frowns at my tone. God, I sounded like... like my mom.

"I'm sorry," I immediately apologize. "Everything is just so stressful."

"It's okay, Zion," she gives me a hug around my shoulders. "Don't worry about the stress and emotions you let out. It's only human."

"I just feel so tense everyday. I felt like I ruined my time with Robby yesterday when I was worrying about my dad the entire time," I sigh.

"Maybe you just need some good time alone with Robby. Alone with no distractions... maybe something physical like I did with Ana last night," she winks at me.

"You went out with Ana?" I ask. "Like, Ana Ana?"

"I sure did," she beams.

Ana is a senior and a cheerleader and she's so hot. I need more details from Jess.

"Okay, tell me everything," I rush over and sit on the bed.

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Robby convinced me to drive all the way to LA tonight. Well, just outside of LA. I'm convinced he's insane.

"The guys swear this place is the best," Robby assures me as my junky car struggles to make it up the hill.

"And you trust them?" I ask as I take a sharp curve very slowly as the GPS instructed.

"Well, yesterday you seemed annoyed to be in Santa Maria where you knew everything," he says.

"Oh, Robby, it wasn't meant to be like that. I throughly enjoyed myself," I try to assure him.

"Focus on the road," I can hear the smile in his voice. He isn't angry. "I know you still had fun, but I figured we could go somewhere new for us."

"You didn't need to convince me to come all the way out here. We could have gone a town over to a new place I hadn't been before," I take the next right.

"But then we wouldn't be here," he says sweetly.

And within the next second, we reach our destination.

The middle of some random woods.

We're going to die here.

"All right," Robby gets out without any hesitation. "Zion?"

"I... I feel like I'm in a horror movie. Did you bring me here to kill me?" I ask, my tone lighthearted but also very worried.

"Of course not," he smiles and comes over to my side and opens the door. "Come here."

I get out of my car and Robby takes my hand.

"This is why I brought you up here," he pulls me through a set of trees.

"I don't-"

"Trust me, all right?" he turns to me with sincerity. I nod.

We emerge from the flora and I stare in astonishment.

We can literally see all of LA from up here as the sun sets around us. I can see the Hollywood sign mirroring where we are.

"Do you like it?" Robby asks self consciously as I just gawk at the view. 

I turn to Robby and place my hand behind his neck before pulling him in for a deep, loving kiss.

Then, I pull away from Robby with a slight laugh as I glance back out at the view.

"This is exactly what I needed," I nod. "You know me better than I know me."

Our eyes meet. Our bodies are only inches apart. I stare at him in awe and wonder so many things. Could this be... something more than a fling?

"The food is in the car," he reminds me of the gas station food we grabbed.

"Okay, let's get it," I take his hand happily as we walk back through the bushes and trees.

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"Here," Robby smiles down at me and puts a Dorito in my mouth.

I'm laying my head in his lap and looking at the stars as we eat together.

"This is the sweetest thing that someone's done for me in a long time," I sigh happily.

"You deserve it," Robby's hands stroke through my hair.

This has to be a dream. It's too perfect.

I sit up suddenly with an impulsive idea. Robby looks at me in concern as I clear the food off the blanket we sit on.

I scoot over towards him and straddle his lap. His hands find their way to my waist quite easily and one hand wraps in his hair.

I kiss his soft lips quickly and then pull away to see his reaction. He just smiles at me and I smile at him.

I lick his jaw and bite down very lightly. He lets out a slight groan of submission. I continue my work and slowly trail down his neck. I press wet kisses over his skin and his grip on me tightens. I can feel his fingers and the rings on them pressing through my shorts.

"You're so sexy, Robby," I slip his shirt off and he chuckles.

"Your turn," his hands grasp the hem of my shirt and help me pull it off.

His eyes rake over my breasts as I take in his abs. I can feel the sexual tension. It's scary, but alluring.

Robby brings me in close for a heated, passionate kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and he quickly asserts dominance as he picks me up in his strong arms and places me down on the blanket. He never even broke the kiss.

I wrap my legs around his waist as we continue to make out. I know my core is wet and hot for him and I feel him hard. 

"Fuck," I whimper into the kiss.

Robby's hips buck and I feel him press up against me, even through our clothes.

I pull his hair to keep him near me while we our lips move in sync. We both let out moans and groans until Robby pulls away.

I look at him with pleading eyes as he sits up.

"Wait," he pulls his pants down and my eyes trail to his print though his boxers. 

I rub my legs together for friction. I can feel my body wanting him, yearning for him. 

But, that's my body.

"Okay, Zion," his voice is seductive and I almost melt. "Your turn."

Robby towers over me once more and our eyes meet. I feel something inside of me wanting to refuse his advances. What's wrong with me? All he's doing is treating me well and I'm being weird.

His hands move to my bare waist and I know I need to do something now.

I finally get the courage to say something, "Robby, I-"

"Hm?" he places his finger on my lips. I can see the lust in his eyes just as he must see mine.

But, I need to address this.

I take his wrist and pull it away from my mouth, "I don't want to have sex with you."

His face falls and I curse myself. That was a blunt way of putting it.

"Okay," he drags out the word as he rolls away from me and runs his hands through his hair.

All touch is immediately gone and I sigh in satisfaction at the respect, but my heart still pounds.

"I didn't mean it like that," I sit up and look down. "I-I'm not ready to be with you all the way."

Robby only nods in response.

"You're leaving tomorrow and I don't want to... I don't want to be just one of those girls," I say.

"One of those girls?" he looks at me in question. He has no idea what I mean.

"One of the girls you had a good night with and then never called again," I admit, looking down and avoiding eye contact.

"Zion," he sighs, "you're not, never were, and never will be just 'one of those girls.'"

"I just see sex as being vulnerable with someone else. I don't want to give you that part of me when this is ending tomorrow night," I try to articulate to him. "And it's nothing personal, but this is completely what we agreed on and I... well, I screwed it up, didn't I?"

"We don't need to have sex," Robby breaks the silence. "You're more than just a body to me. I don't know who ever made you feel that way."

I frown. Dylan made me feel that way. Jess kind of helped with the pain from him, but it's not fully gone.

"This was never about the physical stuff only. You helped me feel better about my dad and my mom. You've given me a vacation and it was the best summer of my life. None of those girls gave me what you have. You're special," he assures me.

I can feel the tears rising in happiness as I hear him say this. 

"I'm stupid," I laugh at myself. "I just ruined the whole night by freaking out about something stupid."

"It isn't stupid," Robby places his hand on mine. "My mom throws herself at guys. It's the liquor talking- and also the need for them to pay for our basic necessities. I've learned from her how to treat women because she's the only influential person in my life on that kind of stuff, besides my asshole friends. You setting boundaries is fine with me. I want you to be comfortable and happy."

I nod, knowing my voice will crack if I even try to talk.

"All I want is for you to be happy."

And then, the tears come out. Everything at home plus what he just said has been building on me and I can't hold it in anymore. 

It's like Jess said: I'm only human.

"Hey, hey," Robby reaches over and pulls me in close. His grip is protective and still light around me. His hand strokes through my hair as his other arm supports me. "Let it out. I'm here."

"My dad is dying," I sob. "I don't know how to navigate it and I'm so sorry I'm screwing up every night we're together because of it."

"Don't say that you ruined anything," he lies his head on top of mine. "You didn't, Zion. Just take deep breaths. You're strong. You're going to make it through this."

I bury my head in his chest and we sit and cuddle for what feels like forever, but neither of us are complaining.

I'm not physically close like Jess suggested, but I'm emotionally close with him and I'm content with that.

"I'm sorry again," I mumble into his skin.

"Don't be," I feel his smile. "The first day I met you, I wanted to know you more. Now, here we are. I got what I wanted."

I feel the tears brimming again, "Me too... Me too."

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I sit on my bed as the high from tonight lingers around me. I feel good and... alive.

Robby's shirt is on me. He insist I wear it and return it tomorrow since it's warmer than the tank I wore.

He's so great.

But, what I know now, is that him leaving will only make saying goodbye harder.

How am I supposed to say goodbye?

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A/N: Chapter 0.9.5 is their final farewell! 

Chapter 0.10.0 is the aftermath with Zion's parents. 

These will take a while to write since I'm striving to make them perfect. I also have a lot of school work and college things to do. I have almost no time to write anymore:(

Please, have patience and maybe reread my story in anticipation for Season 4?