A Danger to Paradise (Kohnnie)

Chapter 16

"I...I..." I struggled to force the words from my lips. I continued to stare over at Bryan sprawled out across the sofa, more interested in his phone than my words, which weren't exactly coming out. Bryan continued to scroll through tumblr, liking and reblogging various posts from the same person, something about ships. (A/N: hint hint SoEmoIFellApart )

"'I I I', Jesus Christ, spit it out Johnnie." Suddenly Bryan looked up at me and fixed his posture.

But it's not that easy to spit out. I was going to blatantly lie to his face and run away. As I jogged the rucksack already on my back, I realised there was no looking back now.

"I'm going to stay at Kyle's for the weekend, is that cool with you?" I spluttered out. Bryan's face scrunched up into a confused frown.

"Dude, why are you asking me? Of course it's cool with me," Bryan stood up and came over to me, staring right into my soulless eyes. "Are you okay, Johnnie? You've been acting really fucking weird lately." He locked his phone and shoved it into his pocket.

"Uh yeah, perfectly okay. I promise. Why would you think I'm not?" I lied.

Bryan ruffled my hair, receiving a groan from me. I hate having my hair ruffled. "Nah, it's cool. Go ahead bro." Bryan shuffled so that I could make my way to the door. What's making him act so casual?

I moved towards the door and Bryan let me out almost too happily. As soon as we said our goodbyes he shut the door and immediately I heard him calling up Jordan. He would do, wouldn't he? I sighed and started to walk over to Kyle's house.

I found out not too long ago that Kyle lives approximately 10 minutes away from me. [19:34] My watch read. I looked back up and sighed whilst lazily putting my hands in my pockets. This evening was really pretty, to say the least. The sky was still light yet slightly orangey and the sun was behind me so I couldn't get blinded. I thank Kyle for that, being as his house faces away from the sunset in summer. But I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

I wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.

I wouldn't have to worry them anymore.

The walk didn't feel like a whole 10 minutes, I suppose my thoughts completely distracted me as I found myself stood outside Kyle's front door. I hesitated to knock the door, greet Kyle and run- was this all worth it? Will running away really solve my problems? Every time I seem to forget about my demons, they seem to reappear. I always have to bear them in mind and keep an eye out for anything unusual.

The curtain pulled back slightly and I saw Kyle's face peeping through at me. I jumped as he sprinted back to open the door.

"Hey, ready?" Kyle asked, picking up his rucksack hastily.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered and Kyle looked up at me, his face forming a concerned frown "Kyle, I'm fine. Let's just go." I suddenly burst out. He picked up his bag and we sat down on the kirb, waiting for a taxi to arrive.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, fiddling with the strap of my bag whilst looking up at him. Kyle wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side.

He took a deep breath and looked back at me. "How do you feel with uh... Flying?" I started to tense up slightly. Flying? Nah, I'm not scared. But where to?

"Kyle..."

"England. We're going to England." Kyle finally said with a sharp breath and looked back over at the approaching taxi.

"Jesus Christ, Kyle, I thought we were only moving states-"

"It's the only way-" he got up and pulled me with him "-we can fully escape them." I made an 'Oh' face and immediately understood. I don't fucking care how far away we go, as long as we escape them.

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We'd arrived at the airport early enough to eat and recheck we have everything. When we queued up for security checks, I couldn't help but notice that I felt something there. I felt like they were too close now. Every corner grew darker and darker every time I glanced over at them.

But now I'm on the plane (window seat, obviously) and not engulfed by darkness. Kyle shoved our hand luggage up in the overhead apartment and sat back down, listening intently to the instructions the pilot was giving out.

"The exits are here..." The flight attendants gestured to each and every thing the pilot said whilst walking up and down the aisles. They then returned to their designated seats, strapped themselves in and sat in elegant poses.

I was surprised at how awake and unnerved they were at this time of night. Even though it's their job, I still can't imagine having a job to stay up this late. The plane bolted into a start, Kyle's hand immediately flying over to my hand placed on the arm rest.

"You okay?" I asked, Kyle's eyes meeting mine with a slight startled look.

"Yeah, I-I just don't like taking off- y'know?" He replied, gripping tighter on my hand as we began to move down the runway. A baby in the back started to cry, which didn't help Kyle as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The plane went faster and faster, Kyle's grip tightening more and more on my hand. God did it feel like he was giving birth and I was the unlucky husband stuck with the wife.

We left the ground and Kyle opened his eyes, his grip loosening slightly. "We're off the ground now, right?" He asked, holding on properly to my hand now.

"Yeah, it's okay." I stroked my thumb against the back of his hand and pecked him on his forehead. "Try and sleep, you'll feel better."

He sighed and let me snuggle into his shoulder. The seatbelt sign flicked off and belts unpopping was heard all over the place. "You only want me to go to sleep so that you can, don't you?"

My only reply was snuggling further into the crevice of his neck. He then warmed up and leant his head against mine. There I fell asleep, fingers still intertwined and a smile still tattooed on my face.

I'm going to England with Kyle.

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A/N
OH MY DEAR GOD I AM TERRIBLE WITH UPDATES AHAHAHA ENJOY.

This chapter is pretty small tbh but I have to update and now I have some good ideas so expect another update this weekend ^u^

Keep killin' killjoys and don't forget to make some noise.