Leaving You [Frerard]

And Bury Me In All My Favorite Colors

June 6th - 11 Days Left

I woke up and he wasn't next to me. He must've snuck out before my parents came back. How smart of him...

I didn't move a muscle. I could hear my parents in the kitchen, bustling around and getting ready for work. The clock on my nightstand read 7:13 AM. I yearned for coffee, but knew that to get up and face my parents (especially with Frank's makeup on my face) would be a death wish.

So I sat still, probably looking dead to any observers (not that there should be any). But I didn't feel as dead as I had before. A spark had taken flame in my chest; the prospect of freedom. Of running away - with my love. It was infectious. It was brilliant. But...
What if we got caught?

This was the one thing that stood in the way of me packing my things and running. No doubt, my parents are anticipating a stunt like this; I'd be caught faster than I could say "together forever."

But wait... My mind was desperate, trying to find loopholes...

Mikey.
He could help me.

Mikey was my brother, and he'd been avoiding me too, but for different reasons. He was one of the only people who knew about the relationship and supported it. He was my right-hand man.

Ever since my parents declared we were moving, he's had to cut all his ties. I bet he's been busy hanging out with his friends before he goes. (One of them was named Pete, and they were together suspiciously most of the time...) So I haven't been seeing him barely at all.

But maybe he could help, or even - come.

About fifteen minutes after my parents left, I heard keys opening the door. I jumped out of bed.