most likely goodies ; an update book

Angel Boy

This was originally gonna be a series but I lost inspiration (i think i did i don't remember i wrote this a couple months back) — much like the brunet behind frames thing — i found this on my computer and decided to post it

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Seto was tired of all the screaming and yelling that came from the kitchen. Wearily, his eyes cracked open and he shifted from his covers, plopping onto the floor with a loud smack. No one came running, the breaking of glass in the kitchen was louder than a fifteen year old boy falling onto the floor. He rubbed his head, grabbed his spectacles that rested on the nightstand, and stood up.

"You never do anything right!" Seto quietly opened the door and peered down the hallway. Complete darkness. He cautiously shuffled down the hall, trying his best not to make any noise.

"You can't even bake a cake right for him! It's his fucking birthday and you're starting arguments!" Seto managed to slide down the stairs in his socks, desperately grabbing onto the railing as he went.

"Me? Starting arguments? You're the one who wanted to stay fucking married so Seto wouldn't have to go through the trouble of having only one parent! The kid's scarred enough from what he hears everyday!" Seto shook his head and peered into the kitchen, just enough so that he could see what was happening.

Broken glass.

There was broken glass everywhere on the floor. His two parents, that seemed to never get along but always loved him, were in the middle of the mess. A cake was splattered on the floor, and the two were covered in brown cake batter. Chocolate, he'd assumed. Seto wiped his eyes and shuffled away from the scene and towards the door of the basement.

He opened the door. It didn't make a sound, much to his pleasure. He softly jogged down the basement stairs and grabbed the flashlight that rested on the bottom of the steps. The basement didn't scare Seto, since no one came down here (besides him) he'd always set up his own little "run away" items. The flashlight was a bit old, he had to hit it a few times before he got it working. He aimed the light around and looked for a purple gym bag.

He set down the flashlight once he found the gym bag and opened it. There were already some folded clothes waiting for him. They were all long sleeved and jeans, as well as pairs of gray socks. He changed out of his pajamas and neatly folded them into the gym bag. He put on a pastel, baggy hoodie (purple, of course) and some black faded jeans. His shoes were upstairs near the door. He changed his socks and closed the gym back, then turning off the flashlight and heading back upstairs. He closed the basement door behind him.

"Dammit Ashley! Just do this for Seto!"

"You can't even do anything fucking right!"

Seto quietly passed the kitchen and headed towards the door. He put on his black converse shoes and checked through his bag one more time. He had enough money that could last him over six years if he spent it rationally, and his clothing was enough to keep him warm during the winter if he wore it all in layers. He didn't bother to bring his phone, if his parents decided to call the police they would have a method to track him. He did take his gameboy and a couple games, though. It belonged to his grandfather and he basked in the glory of catching Pokémon from the first generation game. He opened the front door and quietly shut it, then made a bolting dash through the yard and to the street.

It was quiet and a bit chilly. September was the month that shifted from summer to autumn, and autumn always had a reputation of bringing fresh flakes in October. Seto figured someone, just someone, could pick him up from the street. He was fifteen, surely someone could have sympathy for him. He jogged down the neighborhood sidewalk and headed for the train station. He lived conveniently near it; it was a perfect place to decide where he was going to go next.