that joke isn't funny anymore

brass in pocket

i smiled at him. "of course i'll be your girlfriend." i said, smiling at him.
he giggled slightly and i smirked and continued to flick through my art books.
"what are you looking through over there?" he asked me, clearly intrigued.
"just some art stuff. nothing too major."
"i never knew you were interested in art. why didn't you tell me?" he demanded in a joking tone.
i shrugged. "guess it never came up in conversation."
he raised an eyebrow at me and i placed a few of my sketch books in the bag and zipped it up.
"i need to get my massive boots on." i said to him, opening up my wardrobe once again and looking through it, trying to find my boots.
"why not wear the shoes you've got on now?" he asked, clearly confused.
"cause the massive boots make me look as if i'm in a punk band or something." i replied, reaching for the boots and slipping them on, cuffing up my jeans so the boots could be easily noticed.
"ready?" he asked me.
i nodded my head and grabbed my bag and swung it over my back and walked out of my room, leading the way and creeping down the stairs. steven followed after me quietly.
i peered into the living room, both of my parents were nowhere to be seen.
"i've no clue where my parents are." i said, turning to steven and turning the front door's handle and swinging the door wide open.
"come on." i whispered quietly to him and ran out of the door. steven walked out after me and smiled at me.
i looked up at the house and closed the door.
"evelyn, your dad's looking out of the window and i'm pretty sure he's seen us."
"oh shit. quickly, come on." i said, grabbing his hand firmly and bolting away from the house.

i ran so fast i could taste blood in my mouth. the adrenaline was in full kick now and we were fuck knows where. i waved down a taxi and we got in.
"to the nearest train station." I tiredly shouted at the driver.
the driver nodded and sped away towards the train station.

when we arrived at the train station, we got on the first train to manchester, despite not having a ticket. i didn't care if we got thrown off, but steven was really getting worked up about it. we probably looked like the oddest couple on that train. i was dressed in my punk gear, leather jacket and all that malarkey while on the other hand, steven was dressed in a loose shirt he'd probably bought from evans or somewhere and blue jeans with a black belt. i was guessing people were probably wondering 'what a girl like me was doing with a guy like him'
in all honesty, i didn't give a shit.

once we'd arrived in manchester after (thankfully) not getting thrown off the train, steven walked me to his house. he lived with his mum and from what i knew, his mum was a very lovely person. once we'd reached the house, he opened the door and we both walked inside.
"mother, i'm home!" he called out.
his mum came walking out of a room and smiled at steven.
"oh steven! i was worried sick! where were you?" she said, posing about a million questions on steven. then she noticed me.
"oh. who's this steven?" she asked, staring at me.
"mother, this is evelyn. we met on a train going to manchester." he said with a smile.
"oh right. were you with steven in these past few days?" she asked me.
i nodded my head. "he stayed at my house in london for a day or so, i think. then today, i came to manchester with him." i said with a slight smile.
"well then. i'd best leave you two." she said, turning around and walking back into the room she walked out of.
"come on, i'll show you upstairs." he said, taking my hand and walking upstairs and leading me into what i guessed was his room. it had photos of james dean practically everywhere and there was an oscar wilde novel on his bed.

"would you like to hear a song i wrote recently?" he asked me.