Good Boy Gone Bad (chansoo)

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As I got off the school bus and started me short walk to my house, I noticed a boy cleaning out his car. A nice car in fact. A dark red, with black rims. I recognized the boy as Park Chanyeol, from class C.
I smirks looking his car up and down. It was my ticket out of here. To a free summer. I glanced done the road, seeing a blurry image of my father getting home from work and heading inside. I skipped across the street to Chanyeol.
"Hey, Kyungsoo?" He gave me a look as he saw me coming. I smiled and watched as he opened his trunk to reveal a locked box and an empty cooler. I reached far back and pulled out a tool box. "What do you want?" He gave me a look.
"I want you to run away with me." I smile not caring if it came out sounding weird.
"What?" He looked to me almost dropping his drill.
"Every summer is the same for me. I don't wanna be the perfect son anymore! I want to go on an adventure, a road trip. Something!" I pouted leaning agents his car. "I want to leave, do something with my youth be for its to late."
"That was deep." Chanyeol chuckled.
"Will you help me or not? I pay you. I have lots off money saved up for my college fund! How much do you want?" I stated trying to wipe my pout off.
"Where would I be taking you?" He set his tools down and crossed his arms.
"Well I always wanted to go to that science museum in-" I stopped myself. "Let's go somewhere completely different. Let's go somewhere Do Kyungsoo would never go." I smiled to myself.
"Okay." Chanyeol shrugged closing his tool box. "When do you wanna leave?"
"Really? Wow, I thought I was gonna have to get on my knees and beg. How much money do you want?"
"I'm not doing this for money, I don't want any. Now, when do you wanna leave?"
"Then what for? I'm not a very fun person to hang out with, though I hope to change that." I looked him in the eye.
"Because I'm nice, I don't know. Now can you answer my question."
"But, you don't know me. Well you know me. . . you just don't know me." I shrugged. "Maybe you're just that kind of person? Or maybe you just want to mess with me and your gonna-"
"Kyungsoo-ah!" Chanyeol cut me off. I just looked up to him.
"Huh?"
"I don't know why I'm helping you, I'm just in a good mood. But your getting annoying, so if I were you I would answer my question before I change my mind." He pouted closing his trunk.
"Oh, right." I chuckled nervously. "Tomorrow morning, before my parents wake."
"And when is that?" Chanyeol chuckled giving me a look.
"Around five o'clock." I shrugged.
"Okay, I'll set my alarm clock and be ready to leave me four thirty."
"Okay, I'll meet you here! Pack clothes and anything else you would need."
"And you better have am idea of where I'm taking you!" He called to me as I walked off.
"Okay!" I waved as I picked up my walk into a run and rushed home to pack.