Runaway - A Mike Fuentes Fanfic

Chapter Seven

I run my hand through my hair wondering when Mike was going to be here. It was nine fifteen now and he hasn't shown up. My bags were perched up on the window sill and my door was locked so no one could enter. I sighed, maybe Mike wasn't going to show up.

I picked up my phone scrolling through my contacts, my fingers dragged across the screen making it's way over Mike's contact. I clicked on it and held the phone up to my ear. After a few dial tones it went to voice mail. Where could he be? Did he forget about me already?

“That little fuck,” I said and pushed my phone into my back pocket.

“Did you actually think I'd forget about you?” I flipped around to see Mike sat up on the window ledge with a smoke in his mouth.

“Mike! Don't scare me like that!” I walked over and grabbed my bags pushing the window up further so I could climb out easier.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to,” he flicked his cigaret to the ground and jumped down. “You coming?” I laugh and push myself out the window landing next to him.

He smiles and pulls me close to him pecking me on the lips. My face flushed and I pushed him away laughing. “Stop, that's not appropriate. Come on lets go,” I say.

He smiles at me and grabs my hand leading me across the road to a rusty pick-up truck. He turns to me and smiles, taking my bags and placing them in the front seat. “This is yours?” I ask.

“Yeah, it was my pops old truck, he gave it to me for my birthday last year-You ready?”

“That's pretty cool, and yes, lets get the fuck out of here,” I smile and start to walk to the other side of the truck.

“No no no, you're not getting in the truck, you're getting in the truck,” he laughs and picks me up throwing me into the back.

“Mike!” I scream, “This is illegal! I can't be back here!”

He just looks at me and smiles getting into the drivers seat. I open the window and poke my head through looking right at his face. “Mike,” I say sternly, “Let me in the truck,” he turns and looks at me.

“You are in the truck” he laughs and starts it up driving it down the street. I sigh, noticing that I wont win this one.

I sit back on the tire bump. A tent, a few coolers and a backpack are placed neatly in the corner near the front of the truck.

The street lights glow, and light up the street. I lay down on my backpack looking up at the sky. I can hear the wind blowing and Mike's breathing from behind me. He turns up the radio as the houses disappear and trees swallow the road.

“And I... built... A home... For you... For me...” The radio blares now.

“Until it... disappeared... From me... From you..”

I sit up and grip the top of the truck.

“Mike turn it up!” I yell to him. He obeys and I stand up my long hair blowing through the wind. I spread my arms out and the truck picks up speed, I smile to myself, knowing I can't be happier than I am right now.

“And now.. It's time.. To leave.. And turn... Into dust..”

The song fades out and I smile to myself looking down at Mike. His eyes are on the road but he's smiling to himself. The truck slows down and he makes a left turn towards a dirt road. There are little to no street lights and I can hear water crashing against rocks up ahead.

The truck comes to a stop and I hop out into the soft grass. We're on a cliff, hanging over the sea. The rocks are jagged and mossy and it smells of salt.

I take a deep breath while I look over the sea at the dark sky. Oh how I wish I was as pretty as the sky. I could get lost up there. It makes me feel so much more at home, I wish I was a star.

“You are a star,” Mike says as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“I said that out loud didn't I?” I gasped pulling away from him. “And why is it that you're always acting couple-y towards me?”

“I'm not,” he says as he places a cigarette between his teeth. “I'm just friendly,” he looks at me and gives me a big grin before lighting his smoke up.

“You have to stop that you know.”

“I'm trying, Darling,” he tails over to the cliff, and places himself on the ledge so his legs are dangling over the edge. I follow close behind him, plonking myself beside him. A silence fills the space around us, the only sound that fills our ears it the crashing waves.

“We're going to have to set up the tents you know,” I say finally.

“What?”

“The tents,” I repeat.

“Oh, tents,” he pulls out his phone and clicks it. The time displays 11:23PM. “We can do that in the morning.”

“I am not sleeping on the ground Mike,” I practically yell.

“We're not sleeping on the ground.”

I sigh as I realize that I wont get anything out of him. He flicks his cigarette butt off the cliff and into the water below. I watch the orange glow slowly die out and disappear. Mike gets up and leaves me sitting above the rocky waters.

I wonder how many people came here for suicide. Came here to jump, but didn't. Or came here and actually jumped. I wish I could have saved them. If I had the chance, I would have saved every single person who has committed. I could do some good in the world finally. It sickens me to think how many people are sad these days. The world is cruel and sick.

“Iris,” Mike says after what seemed like hours. He pulls me up off the cliff and leads me to the truck. “It's 12:00, we're going to bed now, okay?”

“Okay,” I mumble. He lifts me up and puts me into the back of the truck. He had put all the bags and the tent in the front seat and spread several comforters out, and four pillows near the front.

“Mike this is perfect,” I say as I crawl under the blankets.

“I'm glad you like it 'cause I really don't want to set the tent up right now,” he laughs, and reaches through the window and turns the radio on quietly. The truck rocks as we get comfortable and the cool breeze blows against my skin.

I pull the comforter closer to me and cuddle up with the pillow.

“You're cold,” Mike whispers into my ear as he raps his arm around me. I nudge my head into his chest and wrap my arms around him. Maybe this isn't so bad.