Jasper // BOYFRIEND ALT

It was 1:30 AM when you arrived at Jasper's house in your parent's three row minivan, four weeks after your highschool graduation. Tonight was the night you would leave it all behind, at least for a while. Tonight was the night you and Jasper would find your freedom from this town and slip away into the darkness, no one knowing where you're going. Despite the circumstances, you felt strangely calm as Jasper made his way down the side of his house and jogged over to the car. His face was a bit flushed from the cold, his breath fogging in the air, his hair rumpled from laying in his bed while waiting for you. When he climbed into the passenger side, the subtle, familiar smell of his shampoo and detergent filled your senses. He was breathing a little hard still from climbing down from his window, but his eyes looked lively and a little wild as they met yours. After tossing his packed bag of belongings into the back, he shut the door and leaned over the center console. Wrapping his arms around your neck and kissing you, the dark blue sleeves of his sweater brushed softly against your face. It wasn't typical of him to initiate like this, but you weren't complaining, especially knowing you had much more of this to look forward too in the next however long. As nice as it would have been to just stay there and make out, you were technically still in the middle of secretly fleeing into the night, so after a few moments, you broke apart, both breathing heavy. The drive was quiet, Jasper sleeping on and off in the passenger seat beside you, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of Jasper repositioning and the wind whistling against the body of the car as you drove through the dark roads of your home town. You eventually broke into fields of corn, signaling that you had left the town officially. You thought about waking Jasper to let him know, to let him look at the dark fields as you passed that signified your new freedom, but he was breathing so softly and his face was so relaxed in his sleep that you just couldn't do it. Eventually though, he stirred on his own and lightly tugged on your sleeve, blinking blearily up at you. "You haven't slept at all." He murmured. He tugged your hand away from the steering wheel, kissing your palm lazily. "Let's pull over and lay down in the back."