Misfits United~ A Yogscast FanFiction

Chapter 5

(Hannah)

I just run.

I don't really know where I'm running to at first, but I guess it doesn't really matter. I just had to get out of that room.

You see, I've always had problems with authority figures. I don't know, it just doesn't ever end well if I get into a situation where someone that is a figure of authority is involved. It never has, and it probably never will.

But that's fine. I just alienate myself from said figures before any damage can be done, to myself or to them.

As I run, I end up at a place I didn't really expect to end up, but in the long run, it's probably the best place I could've ended up. Trettson Bridge.

I let out a small sigh of relief and I walk down to the bridge before walking across it halfway. I then sit down on the bridge railing, which is more like a concrete block that goes all the way across the length of the bridge.

I sit there with my legs dangling over the side and I just look out at the river running below it. It's incredibly peaceful here, so whenever I need to get away or whenever I need to hide from anybody, this is where I come.

No one ever comes here. It's rarely used by cars or people; occasionally, a biker or two will cross it, but that's about it. It's perfect.

I look down at my phone and I see that I've been gone from the meeting for about thirty minutes now, and I smirk a little. I look back up from my phone and I watch the river flow underneath me.

Then, my phone buzzes. I look down again to see that I've received a text. From Duncan.

"Really?" I mutter, surprised that he's the one who's texted me, since he never says anything in the first place.

The text is only one word: Hannah?

I stop for a second before answering Yes?

I wait a few moments before my phone buzzes again. Turn around.

I look behind me and I see him standing there, about twenty feet back. Duncan Jones found my hiding place.

"Duncan?! What-What are you doing here? Why aren't you at the meeting?" I ask, standing up and walking over to him.

He looks down and types something into his phone before my phone buzzes once more. You ran. I followed. R u ok?

I look back at up him and sigh. This guy.

"I'm alright, Dunc. I just... I couldn't be in there with that Turps guy. At least, I can't yet." I say and he smiles sadly at me, as if he understands what I'm saying.

He looks at his phone again and sends me another text. Yeah... He was kinda weird, wasn't he?

"Yeah, I guess so. Did I worry everybody? Because I didn't mean to. Trust me, I don't want to create heartache for the others. You all probably have enough heartache to deal with on your own." I say somewhat apologetically and he raises a hand to stop me.

My phone buzzes again and I look down at his text. Hannah, you're more important than some stupid group leader idiot. Trust me, we all were worried about you--ARE worried about you. Just as you are about the rest of us.

I look at him and give a sad smile, my eyes reflecting the guilt I feel for making them worry. I'm not something that people care enough to worry about, so why should they?

"Thanks, Duncan. For coming after me, I mean." I say, rubbing my arm.

"No prob-problem." Duncan says, and I'm startled, since this entire conversation on his side has been purely text messages.

"You spoke." I say, still a bit startled. He nods shyly before scuffing his foot on the ground. It's almost like he's embarrassed about his voice. Which is insane, because his voice is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Ever since that first meeting, he hasn't really spoken to any of us, like, at all. Anything he wants to say is over text messages. I wish he would speak more, because he's a really smart guy and a gentleman who deserves better than what I'm assuming his life has given him.

"We should probably head back. And, you don't have to speak if you don't want to. But, if it helps, I think your voice is beautiful." I say and he grins at me, his shaggy blonde hair tossed about by the wind.

"Th-Thanks." He says and I smile at him. We then start walking back to the main road, away from Trettson Bridge.

We don't speak the whole way back to the meeting building. Instead, we text back and forth. Even then, Duncan's replies are short and sweet and not very opinionated. It's odd, but I guess it's probably a product of the same thing that's made him not want to talk.

As we walk, I notice that Kim texts Duncan quite a bit and I can't help but smirk. I can tell from Duncan's jumpiness when she texts him to his calm, cool composure to when he texts her that they are both trying to figure the other out, and it's freaking adorable.

We reach the building and everyone is gone.

Well, that sucks. I was hoping to let the others know that everything's ok-ish now. I text Duncan and he shrugs.

You'll be here next week, right? Comes his reply back and I look at him and I nod.

Of course. And I promise I won't run off again. Promise. I text him and he gives me a thumbs up.

So, I guess I'll see you next week, then. Later days, buddy. He replies and I chuckle. "Later days, buddy." Is his classic sign off when he's done texting for the time.

Later days, buddy. I text him and he flashes me the biggest, dorkiest grin I've ever seen.

And with that, we head off in different directions. Duncan goes off to who knows where and I go to the place where I live.

The house that will never be a home.

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Hey everyone! So, I'm back with another update. I know, I know, it's been too long. Hopefully I'll be back more frequently with updates but we'll see. I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and I shall see you soon in the next, where some new characters shall be unveiled. So, later days buddies!
           
                                        ~Madison