A/N: This takes place in the new universe, where the kids are the gods of the new world. Jfc John is so ooc please forgive me. Also, idk if you guys like this, so I'm just going to make a part two if there's good feedback !!
I don't know where you're goin', but do you got room for one more
troubled soul?
"Why're you all alone out here? Are you hurt?"
I look up to see the head of a boy- around my age- hovering above mine. His piercing blue eyes, framed by jet-black hair, stare into mine like icey daggers in the moonlight.
"I... I can't tell you." I say, my voice wavering. He furrows his eyebrows.
"Why not?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Because I'll be turned in." I say, casting my eyes to the concrete.
"You don't look like a criminal..." he says, sitting on the curb beside me.
"I'm not," I say.
"Then how could I turn you in?"
"It's a long story." I say with a sigh, looking up at the city-lit sky. The stranger and I sit in silence for a while, not uttering a sound until the sun comes up. I don't understand why he's here, or why he has any interest in me, but I accept it.
It's what I ran away for: for a live a life of spontaneity.
I don't know where I'm going, but I
Don't think I'm coming home-
"So, you're a runaway?" He asks, taking a bite of his pancakes. After the sun came up, we decided to eat at the IHop across the street from the bridge I was under. I nod, cutting up some of my eggs. He smiles goofily, his mouth full of the syrup-y bread.
"Me too!" He replies cheerily. I look up at him in bewilderment. He doesn't seem like one. His shirt is clean, he has no belongings, and his mental state looks perfectly intact.
"Wait. Really?" I ask quietly. He shrugs.
"Well, I mean, I'm not legally a runaway, since I'm eighteen, but what I did do is go on an adventure."
His smile remains the same, barely wavering as he continues his meal.
"So you just left your life? To roam the streets?" I ask him, confused. He puts a hand behind his head and gives a nervous laugh.
"Well, I mean, I have all the time in the world. More like all of eternity, to be exact, so it's not like a few days will matter."
I roll my eyes.
"That answer all of my questions perfectly."
"Of course it does!"
"So you're not really a runaway." I say bluntly, changing the subject back to the start.
"Well, I mean, my family knows I'm here, so I guess not..."
For a second, I thought he was like me.
And I said I'll check in tomorrow
if I don't wake up dead
When we finish breakfast, he makes a phone call outside.
"Don't worry, Dave, I'm fine! I should be home in a few days. And plus, I have company."
At that, he hangs up. I look over to the stranger in concern.
"Considering the fact that we don't even know each others names, don't you think it's a bit alarming that you're planning to bring me to your home?" He flashes me the same cheeky grin.
"Oh, I know your name. It's y/n!"
I look at him in disbelief. Alarm bubbles up in my stomach.
"Are you a stalker?! How the hell would you know tha-" he grabs my hand, giving me a reassuring smile.
"You'll know soon enough!"
I look at him for a second, contemplating on whether or not I should run for my life or see how this plays out.
"Well... can I know your name first?" I ask, my voice small. He laughs.
"It's John. John Egbert!"
Egbert. What a weird name. It sounds a bit familiar, though...
This is the road to ruin,
And we're starting at the end
"Trust me?" He asks, finally.
"Not really." I reply. He laughs, grabbing me into a hug. For a second I panic, realizing this was the wrong decision, but then I suddenly feel as if I'm on air. When I peek out of his arms, I realize that I am.
"Holy..." I gasp, breathlessly looking at the city below. I feel nothingness below my feet as we climb the blue sky. "How did you..."
I decide not to say anymore, and bury my head into his shirt. It's too much for me to intake.
He flies me over what seems like the entire world, although I know it's probably just the city. I begin to relax after a while, and am able to collect my thought process much more easily than before.
"D'you like it?" I hear him ask, his voice clear over the wind.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do." I whisper. He giggles. "But, may I ask... are you one of the Gods?"
He seems offput by the title, but gives me a light nod.
"Well, I don't consider myself a god, but yes, I am one of the people who created this place! 'God' makes me sound so high and mighty, but trust me, I really am just a Nic-Cage obsessed kid at heart."
Out of all the people in the world, I don't understand why he'd take an interest in me.
Say 'yeah',
Let's be alone together,
We could stay young forever,
We'll stay young, young, young...
