Runaway - A Mike Fuentes Fanfic

Chapter Four

***Iris's POV***

“IRIS!” I hear someone stage whisper into my ear. I roll over and find myself face to face with Mike. What time is it? Why is Mike in my house?

“Mike? Why are you here? What time is it?” I yawn sitting up trying to fix my bed head.

“Um sorry,” the smell of cigarettes enter my nose, “It's like 5:00, I climbed in your window,” he looks down scratching his head.

“How did you even know where I live?” I didn't care that he was here, or even that it was five o'clock in the morning and dark as hell out. I just wanted to know how he knew where I lived, I never told him my address nor did I bring him here.

“Um,” he hesitates.

“Mike, I don't care how you found out, I just want to know, you're in my bedroom at five in the morning and I didn't tell you my whereabouts whatsoever.”

“Okay, I asked a few friends if they knew what street the new kid lived on, and a few of them told me they believed it was this one. So I went down the street looking for the “sold house sign.””

Wow. He really knew how to find his way around, “You could have just asked me where I lived,” I replied laughing. He gave me a toothy smile, looking a little guilty.

“Anyway, why are you here?” I finally ask.

“For a few things; To explain something to you, and to do something with you,” I give him a confused look. He obviously saw I was confused and immediately started explaining. “Vic is leaving in about an hour with Papa to help him paint houses, because he is falling behind and might loose his job. So he's going out towards New York,” He took a deep breath, “and get dressed, we're going out.”

The Vic thing made sense, but where were we going? “Where are we going?”

“You'll see,” he smiles. “Well since none of your family knows I'm here, we're going through the window,” he takes a step on the window stepping on the ledge and hopping into the bush below my window. “We're leaving in five, hurry up!” He shouts up to me.

“Okay,” I laugh to myself. I climb out of bed and pull on a pair of sweat pants, a Billabong tee and a pair of uggs. It's not like anyone is going to see me. I comb my hair out and tie it up into a messy bun. I grab a small brown bag out of my closet put in a hoodie and beanie and sling it over my shoulder.

“I never climbed out of a window,” I say looking down at Mike.

Chuckling he replies, “Just put your feet on the ledge and jump, it's not that far of a drop, plus I'll catch you if you fall,” I look down at him like he's crazy. Sighing, I jump.

I hit the bush beneath the window harder than I though I would. Mike falls on the ground laughing, I get up and brush myself off rolling my eyes at him.

“Lets go retard,” I say and tug him along. He stops dead in his track pointing up at the house. I look where he's pointing to find that my parent's bedroom light was on. “RUN!” I whisper, and we bolt it down the road. I bite my tongue holding back a laugh and struggling with my bag. We slow down eventually and I look at Mike. He has a big smirk on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing, common,” He says grabbing my arm and leading me to a trail in between the houses. The leaves crunch beneath my feet, and the branches above me snap and crackle. There's no lights, and we seem to be going into the woods.

“Mike,” I say wearily.

“It's okay, just follow me,” I reach out and grab his hand, intertwining my fingers with his. He looks at me confused. I give him a look, squeezing my hand tighter, he responds and pulls me close still leading me through the woods.