The White House: A Fictional Narrative

"Are you sure that we're allowed to be here, Evan?" Jules asked, looking around at where the two were. "Of course we are, Jules. It's a desert, not The White House. Now c'mon, less talkie, more makie outie." Evan forcefully put his arm around the girl, a tight grip asserting his dominance. It was a desert, somewhere near town. Jules had expected it to be burning hot, but in the starry night, it was actually quite chilly. Ominous sounds came from every nook and cranny, making her worry grow even bigger. What if there was some murderous psycho out here looking to murder someone? What if that someone was her? She attempted to push these thoughts away, focusing more on the cold. "Can I borrow your jacket?" She made sure to sound extra pouty and …show more content…
It was weird for them to shut down so unexpectedly, he could admit, but he was this close to sleeping with Jules Thompson. Maybe it was shallow, but he didn't want to have to stick with her much longer. Their relationship was a fraud, it was true, but Jules didn't know that. He could deal with one night of creepy desert if it meant he could finally get this out of the way. "Yeah, this happens all the time, don't worry about it." He flashed her a charming smile, making the young girl blush. Under her sun tanned skin, the blush looked almost …show more content…
She wasn't ever very mature for her age, and had always been known to act like a child. When her friends told her he was a player and that he wasn't any good for her, a little voice in her head told her 'Maybe that's true, but it doesn't apply to me. He loves me for real, I know it'. He sighed, hugging her from behind and laying his chin on her head. "Don't be a spaz, baby. I'll always stick with you, on god!" He tucked a peice of red hair behind her ear, stroking her now naked and vulnerable cheek. "Now, why don't we go in the car and lock lips?" She hesitated, but nodded anyways. On the way to the car, Jules still couldn't shake the thought that they weren't supposed to be there. However, Evan didn't seem to think much of it, so she was probably just being a fry. The inside of Evan's car always felt very cozy to her, with the beige velour seats and backseat filled with little trinkets he'd forgotten to bring inside. As the two started to kiss, a loud hiss came from outside, near a barren tree. Jules propped up from her sunken position, eyes wide. "Evan, I really think we shouldn't be here. Even if no one else is out here, there could still be some kind of dangerous animal or