I dyed Silas' hair red with some difficulty; he wasn't very happy with the arrangement but I gave him no choice. When we'd finished I convinced Louise that stopping for just a few seconds would be fine, and Silas went to wash out his hair. When he returned, we were rather shocked at the difference his hair made to his face. Silas was actually quite handsome I observed. He blushed under his hair, and Harry laughed.
"Silas, you look like a tomato when you blush!" Silas scowled, and I leapt on Harry and tackled him to the floor.
"Leave him alone, or else I'll do some drastic makeover on you while you're asleep."
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? You have to be seen with me remember?"
"Hmm..." He'd got me there. I couldn't do anything drastic, because I had to live with him. "Alright then. You can't have any kisses if you bully Silas."
"Thanks Aimee, but I don't need you to stick up for me." Silas said, climbing back in the van.
"There you go. No need to stop kissing me now then." Harry winked. I rolled off him and stood up. "Hey, where are you going?"
"We have to keep moving."
"Oh yeah. God I hate this. We'll never get some time alone."
"I'd say that's the least of our worries."
"It's high on my list." He took my hand and stroked my cheek. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck for a kiss.
"Thank you Harry. I love you."
"I love you too Aimee."
"You said my name again!"
"Why do you keep getting surprised by that?"
"Because... well you always call me A, but sometimes recently you say Aimee."
"Hmm. I wonder why that is?"
"I think it's sweet. But don't do it all the time 'kay? I still like A. That's something only you can call me."
"Only me." He kissed me again and I squeezed myself tighter to him.
"That's right. Now come on, before they drive off without us." I took his hand and led him in to the van.
"You two done?" Louise asked.
"Yes thanks, want me to drive?" I asked.
"I don't mind..."
"...Louise, I'm driving ok? You need to actually be sociable with us. You might not want to be, you might not even like us, but I like you and I want you to feel alright with us. So go, make friends and talk." I climbed in the front and forced her in to the back.
I began driving, but honestly, I didn't really understand why we were going backwards. I was pretty sure that we had to get to Canada, so at some point we were going to have to turn the other way again. This was all getting exhausting, stupid, and pointless. I found myself wondering what would really happen if we were caught. Would they really kill us? Surely we were now too widely known to disappear like that.
And if we were that widely known, would our parents know? I resolved to check my mobile when I stopped driving.
Night was drawing in when I finally saw the sign for a stop. I pulled in and paid the guy at the desk $50. Now maybe we'd all get some rest, and Harry and I would get some time alone.