Runaways

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August opens the window and feels a blast of wind come inside.

Y/n Grabs both their bags and throws them out the window

Y/n: It looks like a pretty dangerous drop..

August: Dont worry ill go out first

August squeezes out the window landing on the soft grass

August trying not to yell so loud: See?!?! Its perfectly fine!

Y/n: Im scared...

August: Dont worry love. ILL catch you!

Y/n jumps out the window landing in Augusts arms.

August looks into y/n eyes smiling

They then hear a scream.

Mother: Y/N?!?!  Y/N?!? WHERE ARE YOU?!? YOU BITCH WHERE DID YOU GO?!?

They look at each other scared

Y/n's Mother looks out the window staring at the two of them in shock

Mother: Y/N YOUR NOT TRYING TO SNEAK OUT ARE YOU!?! WHO IS THIS LADY YOU ARE WITH?!? GET YOUR BUTT INSIDE AND EXPLAIN

August Drops Y/n And They pick up their backpacks

The mother rushes out the front door sprinting at them, yelling at them to cop back 

The first thing they do is run, They run as fast as they can. Their hair blowing agents the wind, the soft grass  brushing agenst their barefoot feet, Holding hands like they will never let go.

They couldnt help but laugh hearing the distant yells becoming quieter and quieter

Still holding hands they come to a stop when they meet the road. They cant hear y/n's mother anymore and everything seems pretty quiet.

August sits down on the side of the road opening their backpack

Y/n  Then sits down next to august 

August gives Y/n a pair of shoes and socks 

August "I dont want you to get hurt"

Y/n: Where did you get these from?!?!

August: i have my ways

August then gets out another pair of shoes to put on for themself.

Y/n: Wow I cant believe we are actually doing this..

August: Yeah its crazy..

Y/n Looks down the road.

Grass... fields... More grass.. More Fields... and... A gas station!?!

August: Hey you see that gas station?

Y/n: Yeah i was just looking at it.

August: lets go there :))

Y/n: Oki

They start walking toward the gas station, holding hands, smiling.

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