runaway

FIFTEEN | BISQUICK

FIFTEEN | BISQUICK

The car lays abandoned along a camera-less street, nearly three block over from her apartment. Theirs is a causal stroll through the town, one lacking destination and intent beyond experiencing the presence of the other. Emmett revels in her company, grateful she has yet to run away, yet to say anything more about their slightly illegal endeavor, though he begins to doubt such is her first. He watches her, watches the faint breeze blow a few strands of her hair free and tinge her cheeks the slightest of pinks. He watches her with the faint memory of Heitor's warning all those weeks ago. He watches her, disregarding the warning because she might be dangerous but how can he run away from someone who ignites an ember within him long believed to be burned out, who finally makes him feel alive. Composed of heartbreak and hidden pasts, he wonders if she will be the one who helps him forget.

Jett feels him watching her, and she revels under his gaze, revels in the chaos she craves invoked within her at his simple glance. She feels him watching her, enjoying his company in a manner she thought long deceased when company is so easy for her to come by, but his company is something different all together. She feels him watching her, feels the lingering traces of his lips on hers and his hands on her hips and the harmony of his voice, feels the confusion burning within her as to why he, of all her company in the past, holds such a substantial, horrendous effect on her. Composed of secrets and sweet lies, she wonders if his effect is nothing more than such as well.

Neither share a word on their stroll, neither feeling the need to fill the time with anything beside the passing of a cigarette between them, smoke encircling them in a bubble of contentment. Theirs is a casual stroll through the town, the only light being that from the fading sun and the streetlights. With laughter in their midst at something stupid Emmett surely said, the two walk towards her apartment, having no other place in mind.

Her laugh melodizes in his ears, but when he looks at her, for some reason unbeknownst to him, all the warnings to "Be careful" he has received since first engaging with her resurrect in his mind once more. A moment of panic, of concern for himself, manifests because already he feels an ineffable attachment to her which he wonders if he should break, if he could break. So many what if's loom before them: what if she breaks him further, what if she ruins his reason for abandoning his hometown to come here, what if she runs away. A cloud of possibilities, both benevolent and malevolent alike, only a fine line separating the two, haunt them in the nearing future, and Emmett fears the cloud more than he cares to admit. He fears what is to happen next, fears from the warnings of all which she is capable. But then, he looks at her once more, and her laugh melodizes in her ears, and suddenly, all the warnings slip his mind once more.

Their truths will inevitably one day be revealed, as all truths inevitably are, but for now, her laugh melodizes and ignites a fire within him while his company affects her unlike any of the past and rouses the passion within her she craves, and for now, all shall be as well as it can as they casually stroll through the town, willfully ignorant of how they are only destined for destruction.

They pass a familiar alley way, though both are too lost in their own thoughts and the other to even consider acknowledging the ongoings nestled deep between the brick walls.

Christine drags a hand rather aggressively through her hair, blonde strands tangling themselves around her fingers, while she paces back and forth between the older man. His hands rest on his beer belly, one reaching up to scratch the ragged stubble outlining his jaw, watching the girl utterly unamused.

"You were supposed to have the shipment last week," the girl rages. "What the hell am I supposed to tell my clients?"

The older man shrugs. "Maybe to not do business with a ten year old."