How about this, why do people judge others blindly? Why do they make rumors without knowing the whole truth? Why do they jump to conclusions when conclusions haven't been made yet? Why do people hurt others when they don't have to?

Sometimes the blind judgment, the rumors, the false conclusions and the hurting of feelings don't have to happen, but people senselessly make it happen and it creates more divide and misunderstanding and problems and that doesn't help anything progress. It regresses it and moves everything back to square one only to repeat the same cycle. The judgement that Cillian goes through in school and in his life are prime examples. I've gotten to know this teen that everyone has called a bad boy, a killer, a criminal or bad person and I can't find a thing to hate about him. Nothing they say about him add up. He was into Punk Rock and all music to be honest, he had a personal tattooist and he could tattoo as well, his family was rich and he was the younger brother to a cop, which was the girl Taro and Arlo met the day they came to his house. He modeled before and he loves skateboarding, and he sings. He and Owen wanted to make a band. He doesn't like bees and he is a homebody. Arlo could relate to being a homebody as well, because she liked watching movies and sleeping more than anything else.

He's kind, welcoming, shy and funny and he's so gentle. His smile is infectious and every second spent with him made her like him more and more. "Favorite color?"

He smirked. "Black."

"Typical, mines lavender and orange."

He laughed, "Orange? Who likes orange?"

She scoffed then nudged his arm. "I do! What's wrong with orange?" she shook her head as she drank a gulp of water. "Okay, so how about... Your favorite movie?"

"Oh... it has to be Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir Dogs."

Arlo giggled. "Cute, and creepy, much like you when I first saw you."

He arched his eyebrow. I was creepy to you young lady?"

She shrugged. "I didn't know what to think, and no not really. You were attractive, and sweet because you didn't let me fall."

A soft smile touched his lips and he bent his head to touch his lips to hers. She blushed as he sat back. "I couldn't let you fall. You looked so out of it and everyone was staring, I couldn't have you be embarrassed like that."

"So instead you put me in the limelight like a helpless deer before a large truck?" it was rhetorical but he answered nonetheless.

"Yeah, I rather that than having you faceplant the floor. FYI, floors hurt."

She chuckled and sat up to watch him. "So, what do you think of me?"

"I think you're a kind person and that you're a strong girl. I also heard that you were rushed to the hospital yesterday."

"Who—Taro..." she trailed off. He nodded. She heard from a friend and told me. Are you feeling better—wait, don't answer that. Yes, you are. You wouldn't be here if you weren't."

"Yeah, that's right. I had a mild panic attack, but I'm all better."

He turned to fully face her and smiled. "I'm happy you're okay. I would feel responsible if anything happened to you?"

"Why?" she lifted his right hand, her fingers running over his tattoos there, "not everything is your fault you know. Things happen and you can't control the outcome of it."

"I know, but I've never felt so worried about anyone since Owen." his words drifted and he seemed to be distant.

"Can I kiss you?"

Arlo caught Cillian's attention and he nodded. "Yes, you can." she hadn't realized what she asked until he answered her. Her heart throbbed as she leaned in. Cillian met her halfway and their lips touched. Her heart skipped and his heart raced. Their pulses clashed as their kiss deepened. Cillian reached over and lifted Arlo into his lap, her legs at either side of his thighs as she laced her fingers through his thick maim. Their bodies moved together like the vibrations in the lake when a leaf falls to the surface. Their hearts were beating a race as they made out. Butterflies swelled in her gut and his lungs were running out of air. They broke apart for the quickest second possible before he reconnected with her. Her lips were like the sweetest honey he'd ever tasted. He rested his hand to her back and turned, lowering her to the blanket.

His body covered hers as her legs wrapped around his waist—they moved together—in sync as his hands ran up her sides and hers dug inside his hoodie. The zipper had been undone and her hand found his skin. Arlo broke their kiss and his lips found her neck, she was consumed by the pleasure and moaned as she shoved his hoodie off. She gasped when his teeth grazed her neck and ran her nails down his back. He groaned and grinded against her. Her breath caught and she arched her back up, her breast pressed to his chest as his left hand reached under to rub his thumb over her nipple. Arlo gripped at his vest, her eyes watering as her body came alive. Never had she felt such a scolding feeling being lit within herself. She was under a trance, his hands on her body, his lips burning her skin, his body touching hers and his aura surrounding him. Cillian couldn't get enough of her, the small noises she was making, the way her back arched when he touched something, and the reactions to his hands on her flesh.

"C—Cillian..." she bit her bottom lip, her eyes shut as his hand rose gooseflesh on her skin. Their grinding and touching was making the air around them get hotter. He bit her collar bone, making her shiver in response. "Arlo." he breathed, as he lifted his head and took her lips, his tongue in her mouth as he took her left hand from his back and joined their hands, pinning it to the blanket as he kissed her.

Her other hand grabbed at his vest, wanting to rip it away, it rode up his belly, as her leg curved around his own. She kissed him like she never knew what kissing was. Cillian took her other hand and pinned it down. He broke their kiss and began littering kisses down her throat and collarbone. Arlo's gaze was hazy as his lips moved down her body. He kissed between her mounds, suckling at the side of her breast. He released her hands and her fingers instantly found his hair, his bun loosening as his hands reached down to grasp her thighs around his waist, he came to her belly, where he kissed her, it quivered, making her exclaim and giggle. He chuckled breathily and panted out against her belly, a hand pressed to her hip where he paused.

Arlo panted, covering her eyes as she laid there. Cillian knelt up, he ran his fingers through his hair causing it to fall down then he smiled. "Arlo, are you okay?" his voice cracked as he gazed down at her to see the small marks on her collarbone and between her breast. He sighed. "I'm sorry. That wasn't planned." Her hands came apart to show her redden cheeks flustered from their contact. "I didn't think so." he lowered himself over her and rest his forehead to hers. Her hands touched his face, brushing away his hair before he kissed her softly. She smiled against his lips then he nudged her head aside. She giggled and hugged her arms around him.

"How about you, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm great. You feel so good, and you smell so sweet." she laughed.

"I wanna see your tattoos." he lifted his head and smiled.

"Curious about them aren't you?"

"Yes, how do you have so many?" she asked, touching the piercing on his high cheekbone on the left. "Did this hurt?"

He touched her hand. "No," she arched her brow, skeptical, "a little sting." she laughed and shoved him playfully. "How about this one?" it was the head of a woman with the word whisper by his ear and the geometrical flower. He knelt before her and removed his vest. She gasped, her hand instantly going for his belly where there was an outline tattoo of a tiger's head.

"They're beautiful." she traced her hands over the tattoos on his chest, going higher until she touched the ones on his neck... the eye that she saw but never wondered about. The stylized number '2' underneath his chin. The wings that seemed to want to fly away from with her which wrapped around his neck, she sighed and opened her mouth to comment on his tattoos when a distant crack of a branch echoed and a flash captured them. The pair paused, startled, then Cillian tugged back on his vest and hoodie and grabbed Arlo's hood and covered her head. "Get your things, come on." she scurried to gather her bag and the blanket and towel as they began to hurry away from the lake.

Another flash went off.

Arlo's panic rose as Cillian guided them back to where he parked his car. Her only thought was: "how could anyone have found them?"