Runaway ✧ w. stromberg

The Museum

Chapter 21

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.:.Althea's POV.:.

I ended up falling asleep most of the way their. I woke up, lifting my head from Wesley's shoulder. My earphones surprisingly stayed in my ears. I realized we'd stopped at a gas station.

"I need to use the bathroom." I informed Wes. As I opened the door, Wesley's hand gripped at my arm.

"I'll go with you." I nodded, before I stepped out, Wesley after me. Keaton was passed out in the passenger seat, his mouth slightly agape. I giggled before we went into the store. Drew nodded as he saw us walk in.

Behind the counter was a stocky woman, ringing up customers. She smiled as she noticed us walk in. As we finished up, we bought a bag of chips before getting back to the car. 

"Probably gonna be another forty-five minutes because of this traffic." Drew informed us as he pulled back down onto the freeway.

I buckled up and put in my earphones as I watched through the window.

It still scared me how Scott was able to find me. It made me wonder who else would have been looking for me after I ran away. I sighed as I watched cars passed us. Wesley's hand encompassed mine, calming me. I turned to him leaning my head on his shoulder. He leaned down to place a sweet kiss to the top of my head.

"Okay so let's eat! I'm starving, then we can go walk it off at the museum."

We sat down for an hour and a half enjoyig ourselves at a nice sit-down restaurant. The foodwas delicious and the atmoshpere was ambient and relaxing. I never went to a place like this in LA, but I loved it.

As soon as we finished, we all pitched in to pay for lunch. It wasn;t much so we all ended up throwing in six dollars each. 

Drew pulled into the parking lot of a beautifully architechured building, signs of a great art museum already. A statue stood from the outside, hands slightly out as if welcoming the newcomers. I smiled as we walked through the revolving door, having not done that since I was younger.

We stepped in front of a counter when a petite woman sat. She put a call on hold before greeting us.

"Hello, Welcome! Four, right?" She asked, her cherry red lipstick making her smile brighter that it should have been. Her short, curly hair fell just below her chin, her bangs straightened and covering her forehead. She brought her hand uo to sweep her fringe aside as she looked down to type upon the keyboard.

"Yes." Drew single-wordedly replied. She smiled at him before giving us the total.

We each pitched in yet again for the fare, but Drew had already payed for everyone. I shoved my money into his pocket, feeling guilty that he had payed for us. I never liked it when people payed for me for anything.

"Go ahead. You can either follow a tour guide, or if you are far more curious, go on by yourselves. Enjoy!" She gestured towards the first entrance.

Wesley nudged me down a long hall of paintings, losing Drew and Keaton. I giggled at the playfulness in his actions.

"See, we don't always have to be with them." Wesley said cheekily. We walked down along the walkway, paintings adorning the pure white walls. We admired the abstracts, landscapes and portraits, the hall empty as we rounded a corner.

Wesley gently pressed me against the wall, pressing his lips into the base of my neck. I giggled quietly as she pulled me closer with his hands on my waist. My front to his, no space was between us whatsoever. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands slyly grazing my sides and down to my thighs.