The New Boy

It's Not the End of the World

This part was loosely based off The End of the Fxxxing World! If you haven't seen it, it's on Netflix and I would totally recommend.

Claire's POV
I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes from my open window. I flipped over on my bed, in search of Oliver, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I peeked outside and saw him sitting on my front steps with head in his skinny arms.

I sat next to him and wrapped my arms around his cold body. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"I can't stay here any longer. It's my mom, I went home early this morning to get clothes, but she wasn't home."

That's when he explained everything about his dad leaving and his moms declining mental health. He said he saw a note on his desk that his mom wrote explaining that she had personal business to attend to, and would not be returning. I was in in shock, as he held up a large wad of cash.

"She left this money for me, beside the note."

The wad looked like it held around $1,000.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I'm planning on running away, maybe exploring some new place, or traveling," Oliver liked at me with yearn in his eyes. " I want you to come with me."

I knew I was being irresponsible and impulsive, but I had always dreamed of running away to a new place. Out of everyone to runaway with, I think I would want to runaway with Oliver. He was still steaming with mystery, and not to mention he's hot as fuck.

I looked at him and replied with a simple, " Let's do it."

***

We both packed some items in a backpack including necessities like fresh clothes and all the money we could find.

I saw a shiny metal item catch my eye as I was leaving the house. I grabbed my car key and ran outside locking the house door. We both agreed we would take shifts driving to be fair. Oliver had the first shift.

We had no idea where we were going, so we would take random turns whenever we felt the need.

About mid afternoon we ended up in a small town with almost no one in sight. We were searching for a place to eat, but had no luck. Oliver turned back onto an empty highway that seemed hadn't been used in a few years. Until a few miles later we saw a lonesome diner becoming visibly closer.

I walked up to the diner peering into inside. It looked completely empty inside, but didn't have a closed sign. So Oliver and I waltzed right into the only option to eat at. It looked very outdated, like it hadn't been updated since the 50s. Oliver took a seat at a booth near the entrance.

"Hello!!" I yelled hopeful no to be heard.

A teen boy with brown hair and a green beanie on, skipped to the counter. He seemed ecstatic with the new costumers.

"Well what can I get for y'all today." He said in an overly excited attitude.

"Do you have menus?" I asked while sitting in the seat across from Oliver.

The waiter bent down under the counter, and walked back around it hanging us dusty menus. 

"Thank you" I said whilst opening the obvious time capsule. The food was classic diner food as I would expect, and each item was accompanied by an old picture of the food item.

"I'll take a burger with no onions and French fries, and-" Oliver hesitated while looking over the drink items. " a Shirley Temple."

"And I'll have what he's having" I stated.

Soon the waiter was seen carrying out two large plates along with our drinks.

***
Not long after we were finished with our meals and the waiter went inside the kitchen to fetch or bill. Oliver started walking out of the building.

"What are you doing?" I questioned him.

"Leaving" he whispered.

"Why? We have the money to pay for the food."

"Why not? Does it look like anyone cares about this dump?" He responded.

"We are supposed to be running away from our problems, not the police!"

Finally I decided, screw it. I left a generous tip and left the diner following Oliver. We hopped in the car and drove off, continuing our long drive.

After several elongated hours of seeing the same forest we found a motel. It was a creepy looking motel, but I guess it would be cheap.

We walked into the mysterious motel we found and saw a man sitting at the front desk. The man looked like he would be seen on the news for kidnapping children. This should be fun.

"Hello, can I help you?" The man asked in some kind of weird nasally accent. His name tag read Jeremy, how suiting.

Oliver's POV
"We would like to purchase a room."

"For how many nights?"

"One."

"Right this way." The odd man lead us to our room and handed Claire our key. Jeremy stood there for a few minutes staring at Claire. She was beginning to look uncomfortable.

"Alright then, you can leave." I put in a tone that was more than suggesting.

I shut the door and leaned against it.

"So what should we do?" Claire questioned.

I smirked, and shut the blinds.

Well.....
That means there will be smut next part!