I looked back to see the cops. But the cops crashed straight through the house.
"Cheeky" I mumbled.
"I know, right?"
After thirty minutes of driving, we finally got off.
We drove along the shore until we finally found the cave.
"Here we are I guess"
Elliott announced.
We both entered the cave and sat down on a big rock.
"I don't get it" I said.
"Don't get what?" Elliott asked while playing with my hair
"You"
"What?"
"You. I don't get you. You're just turning into a teenager in... Ooh... 36 days? And you're already running away."
"Kath, I don't just run away. I wanted to run away because, 1), what's the point of living there if they don't even notice me? And 2), because I love you."
"They noticed you. They even reported you."
"Yeah, because they have to look nice in front of other dumb bitches"
"True that"
There was a long silence between us. I hate silence.
I finally broke it by asking him "wanna tell each other secrets?"
I already know all of his secrets. But I want to know more.
We started telling each other secrets. I started telling him mine. Now he knows that I
1) have smoked weed without him before
2)I sent myself flowers and chocolates to make himself jealous in third grade (because he was going out with a bitch)
And
3) he has loved me since fourth grade.
Now I know that he
1) went out with that bitch just to make me jealous
2) he had his first drink at the age of 9.
And
3) he stole a truck before wearing his enemies' face.
"You're weird" I said
"You're weirder" he replied, leaning in to kiss me.
Wow. I'm just turning 12 tomorrow. Kathlyn, why the hell are you doing this? You're (almost) 12. And you're already doing this shit? Drinking, smoking weed, running away from the cops? What the fuck happened to you? You used to be innocent.
Oh, I know. Elliott happened. I do hate him for making me into this, but at the same time. I love him. And I will. Always.
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A beautiful tragedy
Przygodowe"OH MY GOD ELLIOTT, YOU SON OF A BITCH" Mrs. Foxx would always say that if he did something wrong and then she would slap him. Later on, Elliot would weep in his room staring out of the window watching other kids playing with their parents. I would...
