Runaway by Chase Atlantic tysm :-)
You’re packing up the last of your stuff when you hear your front door open, and you know who it is before he speaks.
“Hey, babe! Where are you?” Michael calls out from downstairs, and you call out that you’re in your room, smiling to yourself because you love how he calls you babe. He stumbles in a few seconds later, always bumping into the table at the end of the hall by the door to your room.
“You wanna hang out or…something…hey, why’s all your stuff packed up? Are you going somewhere?”
You sigh, finally having to tell him what you’ve been trying to keep secret for weeks. “We’re, uh. We’re moving. This weekend. I didn’t want to tell you because I couldn’t stand seeing you look all sad, like you do right now. I know I should have told you, but I couldn’t think of a good way, and I thought that if I told somebody, it would make it real, and I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave this house, or this town, or you.” The tears you’d been trying to hold back start to fall then, and Michael’s got his arms around you before the first one hits the floor.
“Run away with me.” You don’t even have to think about it before you’re nodding, wiggling out of his hold to dump out everything from your biggest suitcase, replacing everything in it with necessities; a few outfits, clean underwear, toiletries, a few pairs of shoes, and some other stuff that you think might be necessary because you don’t know how long you’re going to have to live out of it.
You leave a note on the kitchen table and leave without looking back.
Three a.m. finds you in Michael’s car, somewhere you don’t recognize, the CD that’s stuck in the player cycling through for the eighth time, your forehead resting against the passenger window. You don’t know where you’re going, you don’t think Michael does, either, but you do know that wherever you end up will feel like home, as long as you’re there together.
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