Runaway - Ashton Irwin

Chapter 2

   "2 days!" Kelsey smiled, jumping with excitement. 2 days until I turned 18, 2 days until I left. Of course, she didn't know I was leaving. Nobody did, they wouldn't know until I was gone. I'd spend the day with my family, and then when they were asleep, I'd leave, get on a plane to Sydney, Australia. I wanted to go to Adelaide, because of my name of course. But I found a super cheap house in Sydney and bought it with the money Grandma Maywell gave me. I got the idea from her note, I am a bird, and I need to fly. I got the idea of Australia, not only from my name, but from a band my sister loves, they're not famous, only a couple hundred fans, but I thought if all the Australian boys were as cute as them, I'd be in my element. I reached for the laptop and put on their cover of American Idiot. I'd spent the last few days finalising stuff over the phone, the house wasn't furnished, but it had a bed and a sofa, the last tenant died and the family had left her stuff there, most of it had been put into storage but the bed and sofa didn't fit, so it was left. I had ordered some other flat pack stuff to be delivered to a PO box I'd opened not far from the house. I had a lot of money left over, but i'd also secured a job in a book shop in town. Right now, it all seems like a dream, like one of those plans you make but you never actually get around to doing any of it. I sighed and threw down the laptop, bobbing my head to the music.

   "You're more excited than I am." I giggled as she jumped onto the bed, picking up the laptop.

   "Fuck, Calum Hood is so hot." I furrowed my brows and leaned over.

   "Which one is he?" I asked.

   "The bassist." Black hair, deep brown eyes, emo. Exactly her type.

   "Hmm, he's okay." Kelsey was almost 2 years older than me, Sammy and Dean, twins, not identical, almost 25. Being the baby of the family was great when I was a kid, I always got what I wanted, got away with everything, but now, I hate it. Kelsey was still talking about this band and what we were going to do on my birthday, and I knew that I would miss this, miss her, but I also knew that I needed to do this, for myself.

   2 days later, I was putting the last of my things in a suitcase and throwing it out of my bedroom window. I put the letters I'd written to my family on my bed and climbed out of the window, taking one last glance back at my bedroom before shimmying down the drainpipe and jumping into a cab down the street.

   Time was warped in an airport, people could drink a pint or sip a pina colada at 4am and no one looked twice. I loved it. And so, I ordered my pina colada, whilst humming the pina colada song, and waited patiently for my plane to board. I expected to be scared, or have second thoughts, or even be a little bit sad. But I wasn't, I was ready. I was so ready, it was stupid. I was ready for the sunshine and the beach and kangaroo's and a barbeque at Christmas. All I needed to do was get on that plane.