Diffrent Is Good

Three

Michael woke up on cold and wet cement, the pale boy was soaked from being dunked in the fountain and he coughed as he slowly sat up, blinking and seeing Niall sitting again the fountain, holding a bloody switchblade. "I-I-I killed him." He stammered out and Michael then saw Justin, his white tshirt soaked with blood and a puddle of the crimson red liquid under him.

"N-Niall, I-I think I'm gonna be s-sick." Michael stammered, a nauseous feeling forming in his belly. "Go ahead, I ain't gonna look at ya." Niall mumbled and Michael staggered to his feet, hobbling over to the swing set and he doubled over, throwing up everything he had eaten during that day. He spit on the ground and sat down on the swing, shivering from the cold and beginning to cry.

"You okay Mike?" Niall asked as he walked over, the now clean switchblade in his pocket. "What are we gonna do Ni? What are we gonna do?"  Michael panicked, taking fast breaths as he was letting out small cries. "Michael, you're gonna make yourself sick again, you needa relax." Niall cooed, "You just killed him, you killed him dead." Michael sobbed and Niall stood him up, "If I didn't, he would've killed you dead." Niall retorted and Michael let out a shaky breath, seeing it in the cold December air. "Let's go tell Louis, he'll know what to do." Niall mumbled and Michael nodded, still shaking like mad.

They walked up to the screen door, Niall banging on the wall to knock and a shirtless Louis opened the door. "What're you doing here?" He mumbled, "Niall killed a soc." Michael rushed out and then held back more tears, "Get the hell in here." Louis sighed and pulled the 2 boys in. "Mike, why are you so wet?" Louis asked, "They tried to drown me." Michael sniffled and Louis just shook his head, "You're gonna fucking die of pneumonia before the cops get ya." He muttered as he brought them upstairs.

"Take off that shirt Mike, you shivering like crazy." Louis ordered as he loaded a gun and Michael pulled the shirt off, leaning forward and hiding his pudgy tummy, not a big fan of his extra pounds. "This a lil' big but it'll do." Louis mumbled as he tossed a blue flannel at Michael and the black haired boy immediately put it on, rubbing his arms to try and warm up in the slightest. "Okay, whatcha gonna do, is you're gonna sneak onto the first train to the country, after you get off, you're gonna go up to the hills, there is an abandoned church. Camp out there for awhile until I come and getcha." Louis explained and then handed Niall the gun, then giving Michael 50 bucks. "Run down to the store and buy all the shit you need when you get there, the gun is in case you get into more trouble." Louis mumbled and then lit a cigarette,  "I thought I'd only get into a murder case up in New York." He chuckled and Michael frowned a bit, feeling awful all together. "Don't be such a downer Mike, you guys can do this." Louis smiled, "If you really think we can." Michael whispered as Niall put the gun in his coat pocket, then they headed downstairs and left. "Good luck kids. I'll catch up with ya later." Louis smiled before Niall and Michael ran off.

"C'mon Mike!" Niall exclaimed as he jumped into the empty caboose, pulling Michael in. "I can't run as fast as you dammit." Michael mumbled as he leaned against the wall of the caboose, panting a bit to regain his breath. Niall pulled Michael into the far corner of the train car, 2 men flashing a light around to check the box car, thankfully missing the 2 greasers and they shut the caboose door, making Michael and Niall both let out a sigh of relief as they sat down. "Do you think we'll be okay Ni?" Michael asked as he snuggled into the older boy, the pale boy a touchy feely kinda guy.

"We'll be okay Mike, I promise."