Wallflower

Chapter Three.

Chapter three or the third chapter or chapter 3 or what ever you want to call it.

He stood at the front of the driveway. Rubbing his hands against his pants. I could see he seemed content, but I wasn't the one to see things coming. I sat down next to him and placed my face in my hands.

"An."

I looked up.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Tell him what?

"Annie. You aren't happy are you?"

The way he looked at me and touched my leg reminded me of my father and I blinked my eyes shut, "I am when I'm with you."

Angel took ahold of my thigh and adjusted my head to face his with his other hand, he leaned in and he kissed me like I was dying before he jolted backwards and smiled, "you kiss like a monkey on drugs."

I laughed, "maybe you can help that."

The sun was going down by time I woke up on Angel's legs. He was awake looking out into the garden stroking my hair. I wondered how long I was asleep, but I noticed my grandmothers car was still in the driveway. You could hear yelling off some sort and Angel clenched his fist at the sound.

"Your parents aren't missing you?" I asked.

He looked down at me, "dead. Foster Care."

I turned on my stomach slowly so that my back was facing him, "do you ever wish you could just run away. Just leave with the love of your life, like those movies you love so much."

He smiled, his smile and looked back at the house, "pack a bag."

I stood up, "where will we go?"

"I know a place you'll love."