*Tyson’s POV*
The man in front of me had thin graying hair and sun spots on his head. The woman in the seat across fromme was wearing a long trench coat as if the weather wasn’t perfectly lovely. The mother with two twin sons at the back was probably who disturbed me the most.
How had I come to be sitting on this bus, getting closer and closer to Quinn with each passing second? It wasn’t a very good story, and it was certaintly one I felt guilty about. Just knowing how Nadiene will torture herself is stoamch churning enough.
It was hard, getting the courage to make this visit. I know I’d only be able to sneak away with Quinn for a few hours, during which we’ll probably cry, hold each other, make out, and catch up. Hell, it was four A.M because Nadeien didn’t wake up until six and wouldn’t notice anything amiss until seven.
Which meant by the time I got to Quinn my parents will have had no warning.
Now, I know Nadeien wouldn’t call them to ‘warn’ them. She wasn’t like that. She’d even tried to arrange having Quinn come up for the weekend, but my parents were dead set against having us see each other. No, the reason Nadiene would call them , was because she’d be worried sick.
I sat back in my uncomfortable seat, listening to the two twin boys talk at the back of the bus. If those boys were to form a relationship would their mother, who looked tired and withered and much to young for this responsibility, still love them? My eye’s turned glassy. There was so much wrong with the world.
Why did people have to be ‘perfect’ to earn love? People always say that a parents love was unconditional, yet why do so many parents abondon their children when they’re not the perfect angels envisioned? Flaws are natural, so why not look past them?
Me and Quinn had no relation other then our up bringing anyways.
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How long since I pulled out of the driveway of this house? Not to long at all. Then why is it so forgien, o unwelcoming? Then why, as I open the gate to the backyard and enter the house from the back door, do I feel like an intruder?
All is queit and the only thing I need to wrry about is Emily. It’s about seven now, so mom and dad should be on their way to work well Quinn and Emily prepare for school. I tip toe past my sisters room, hearing the radio on quietly inside, and then I’m outside Quinn’s door.
I ease it open…and see him in the midst of changing, jeans the only thing covering his body. I stand frozen for a moment, taken with his beauty, then I shut the door behind me. He looks up at the small click and see’s me standing there. His mouth lolls open. In about five seconds he’s in my arms.
“Tyson!” he gasp, nuzzling against my chest, searching for affection. I rub his hair lovingly, loving the righteous feel of my baby in my arms. I hold him tightly, almost squeezing the air out of him. He gives light butterfly kisses anywhere his lips can reach.
“Shh” I sooth him, rubing his back in slow circles “Emily is still here”
He whimpers “Don’t leave again… never leave again” his hands grab mine,
“You know I don’t want to, but what choice do I have?” I sigh.
After a moment of silence he tug on my shirt, getting me to look at his face which is point up at mine. He stands on his tipsy toe’s a little, pecking me on the lips before drawing back to lock eye’s. “Let’s run away. Together. Then no one can tell us what to do..”
I stare at him, eye’s rounding “Quinn!”
“Then no one would say anything when I did things like this” he leaned up again, kissing my cheek softly. I closed my eye’s in undeniable bliss. “Or this” trailing kissing alone my jaw… I groan a little “The best part? No one would mind If I did this” he kissed me, dead on the lips. Ugh… I felt so dizzy….
He stepped forward, making me step back. I fall onto the hammock and he falls on me.
“This can be the last time we ever make-out on this hammock… in this room… in this house…” he grins at me, and I can’t help but feel that forbidden feeling of hope. He was preaching all my dreams. No parents to worry about.. No school to worry about… me and him. Forever?
“It wouldn’t work” I shake my head “We wouldn’t have money or-”
“Let’s take some” he grins. I frown. From where?
He laughs at my expression of cofnusion “Mom and dad obviously”
Why am I not objecting? I shouldn’t be going along with this… I needed to put a stop to him….
“Tyson” he must have seen my doubt. We knew each other so well… “Stop looking at me all lovey dovey, we’ll have plenty of time for that on the road.” he kisses me abruptly, and my dizziness is back with a vegance. I look up at him, craving another kiss. “Now, did you bring any money?”
I sigh “Not really. Only twenty dollars” which was nothing.
“That’s okay, anything helps” he replied sweetly. “Now.. I know where mom keeps some money…”
Half-an hours later-five minutes of which I hid from Emily as she finally departed-we had roughly seven hundred dollars in our hands and were departing with two bags stuffed with clothes and other essentials. I was still so unsure.. But looking at Quinn, I could never tell him that.
“We should take the back roads out of town, that way no one will see us” he says, eyebrows drawing together in thought. “And I don’t think we should waste our money on a taxi when we can just walk, or mybe take the bus in the next town over… “
I hate to burst his cute little bubble “Quinn, we can’t just run away”
His big brown eye’s swing my way “Why not?” he juts out his bottom lip.
“Because, we can’t live on the street forever. Where do you plan to go?” I grumble.
“We can… we can stop and settle down somewhere eventually. Get jobs and live in a trailer or apartment. It doesn’t have to be glamorous.. I just… I want.. A life with you” I made my boy cry. I came all this way to see him smile and here I had him in tears.
I grab his face in my hands “Quinn.. Don’t cry.. We’ll run away together… we will” I assure him. He stares at me, seeking out something in my eye’s. then, as if confirming something, he nods slowly once. His hand finds mine and our fingers interlock.
“I love you Tyson” so long.. To long since I heard those words. I close my eye’s to savour them.
“I love you to Quinn” So much.
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A happier chapter since the last one ^^ Of course, silly, boys, thinking running away will solve anything *Sigh*
AND LOL at some of your reactions of horror to last chapter. I particularly liked how When_The_Sun_Dies just put a "O.o" face, a real 'wtf?' reaction XD XD
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