Running. I'm always running. Never looking back, never stopping. Why? Why do I have to do this? I just..I just want-
Chase snapped out of his thoughts when he arrived in the new town. He sighed and opened the door of the car and got out, looking around. He walked away from the cab and started walking, taking his wallet out to see how much money he had.
"30" bucks? Damnit. I could've sworn I had more..fuck it, I'll figure something out." He muttered under his breath.
He went to the closest hotel and bought a room for the night. He fell backwards onto the bed and sighed. "New place..New try..Maybe this time it'll be better."
After lying on his bed for what seemed like an hour, Chase stood up and began unpacking the few things he had with him. He got out a phone, a charger, a couple chip bags and that's it.
"I'm gonna need a job."
He stood up and charged his phone before leaving the room.
Chase walked out of the room and started walking around town, looking for any sort of a job or anyone looking for hire. He wasn't paying attention and ran into someone else.
"Fuck-!"
"Oh shit sor-"
Chase rubbed his head and looked at the other person and paused. He looked at the red haired boy sitting next to him, picking his book back up.
"-ry.."
The red haired boy looked at him and smiled. "Haven't seen you around here, you must be new. What's your name?"
"..Chase Beckett."
"I'm Tommy Johnson, it's nice to meet you."
"You too."
"Why don't you come down with me to the bar, I can tell you all bout our fine town while I clock in."
"You work at a bar?"
"Why yes I do! Follow me!"
Chase nodded a bit and followed him.
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Running.
RomanceChase is about to turn 17. His birthday present? Moving to his third town, and being on his own. He's never let himself get very attached to anything, because it's always temporary. But Chase runs into another boy and finds himself starting to like...
