Chapter 62

                                    

                                          
Around noon on the last day of school before Spring Break finally started, Clay and Hannah found themselves outside during their lunch period. The two had spent some of the lunch period working on assignments together, but now the two teens quietly sat outside as they enjoyed the nice, sunny weather. "What are you doing over Spring Break, Helmet?" The girl asked, breaking the comfortable silence around them as she picked at her school lunch a bit. "Well, I'm pretty much stuck here since my mom and Dennis are working on a case right now. So I don't really have that much planned." The blue-eyed boy said, a small smile on his face as he glanced to his girlfriend who sat to right from him at their square-shaped table. The Baker teen smiled at him in return. "What about you?" The 19-year-old asked curiously after a couple of seconds. "My parents are staying here to run the store, but I'm going to be visiting my grandparents for the week." She spoke, a small hint of a saddened expression in her eyes as she glanced downward, staring at the green, holey surface of the table. Catching the small gesture, Clay instantly knew that something was up, and the girl really didn't seem to be all for the idea of leaving for Spring Break. "That sounds like fun. I bet they'll be glad to see you." He spoke in a soft tone, gently placing his right hand over her left as it rested against the table. "Yeah, I guess so. But I'm sure going to miss seeing you every day." Hannah said, moving her gaze back to her boyfriend. Seeing her eyes move back to him, the blue-eyed male offered a small smile as he gently tightened his grip on her hand. Once the silence came back a bit, the two teens moved their focus back to their food as it was soon realized that their lunch period was almost over.
                          
When their work shifts were just about over later that night, the Baker teen appeared as if she didn't want to have to say goodbye to her boyfriend just yet. Glancing at the teenager gathering any abandoned trash, she smiled to herself a little. Turning back to her task of wiping down the machines, the girl thought about what she wanted to ask of the boy, and she couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach as she thought about it. As Clay rounded the corner with a black trash bag in his hands, he flashed his girlfriend a goofy Clay Jensen smile that only made her smile through her small laughter in return. 
                          
Walking in the direction of the Baker's residents a little later, the couple picked up easy conversation as they walked in the darkness of the night, having only the scattered streetlights to guide them. As they trekked down the road, Hannah felt their hands brush against each other every now and again. When she felt their hands touch once more, the girl geltly grasped the 19-year-old's hand, to which he returned the gesture by lightly squeezing her hand in his. "Hey, Helmet?" The Baker teen spoke up after a small, comfortable silence had taken over. "Yeah?" Clay asked as he stopped walking and gave her his undivided attention. "Can I ask you something?" She spoke, slight nervousness being detected in the tone of her soft voice. "Of course. You can ask me anything, Hannah." The male said reassuringly as he produced a soft, caring smile while taking her other hand in his so that he was now holding both of her hands. Glancing downward for a brief second, the Baker teen took a small breath. "Can you stay with me tonight?" She asked, sounding hopeful that he would agree to. Tilting his head slightly, like a dog trying to understand his owner, the boy gently tightened his grip on the girl's hands before stepping closer to her and closing the space between them. Releasing one hand so that he could place a hand gently to her cheek, Clay smiled as Hannah looked up to meet his loving gaze. Once the two teens locked eyes, they met each other half way as they closed the gap between them and met in a soft, passionate, long kiss. "Of course I will stay with you." The boy said as they broke from the kiss. After that, the two teens began walking once again as the dark clouds above moved along with the breeze, causing a few stars to be viewable in the night sky.
                          
After getting the ok from his parents and making a run to his house to grab a couple of things, the 19-year-old found himself lying on one side of his girlfriend's bed as he scrolled through his phone while waiting for the girl to change and finish her nightly routine in the nearby bathroom. Once a few minutes had gone by, Hannah returned and smiled softly at her boyfriend as she made her way over to the other side of her bed to join him. Once the two teens were settled in the bed together, they cuddled up to one another as they held each other close. "What time do you leave tomorrow?" The blue-eyed boy asked curiously after a couple of silent-filled minutes. "My flight's not until ten. But I need to get to the airport a little earlier in case it's pretty busy." Hannah spoke softly as she rested her head against her boyfriend's shoulder and let her arm drape over his stomach. After that, things became quiet again. "I'm going to miss you while I'm gone." Hannah spoke, gently pulling away to look at the boy lying beside her. "I'm going to miss you, too." He replied. After he spoke, Hannah slowly closed the gap between them as she kissed the boy. Feeling the girl carefully move on top of him, Clay moved his hands to rest against her waiste. "Is this ok?" She asked after briefly pulling away to look at the teen lying underneath her. "Yeah. This is ok." The Jensen male replied with a small smile. Recalling what had happened the last time, Hannah remembered to be careful and remain where both felt comfortable. After a couple of seconds of the couple staring into each other's eyes with compassion, the two teens kissed once again with the Baker girl remaining on top of her boyfriend. Pretty soon though, that single kiss slowly developed into more of a make out session.