james and (y/n) go on a road trip to escape their realities.
[ this story follows the teotfw storyline ]
started 21st january 2018 and discontinued 11th february 2018.
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it's the next day and you can't stop thinking about james, even if he is hostile towards you. looking in the mirror, you check your outfit to ensure that it's alright. you roll your eyes and shrug your shoulders, fuck it.
as you walk downstairs to leave your home, you hear your mum's voice shout you from the kitchen. "what?" you shout back, but no reply. you repeat yourself and still no reply. groaning, you walk to the kitchen and see your mum with your younger siblings.
"(y/n), could you please babysit your sisters? i'm going out with my friends, i might not be back until late," you could sense the fake smile plastered on your mum's face. this is your chance (y/n). don't be a pussy.
returning the fake smile to your mum, you grab your brown, leather jacket from the coat rack and shrug it on. "where do you think you're going? didn't you just hear me? you have to babysit."
your sisters giggle, their attention still focused on their phones. what is it with eight year olds and phones these days? shouldn't they be playing with barbie dolls or something.
"mummy, (y/n) is probably going to see her boyfriend!"
one of your sisters giggle and the other one giggles even louder when it's her turn to insult you now, "she's too ugly for a boyfriend!"
your mum doesn't bother to scold them, which hurts you a little. i can't believe she lets them speak like that, you think to yourself. "no, mum. i am not, so you three can fuck right off. i'm going out and don't bother calling me, i'm not taking my phone with me,"
you exit the kitchen and shout, "oh and i might not be back until late!" when you approach the front door, you quickly open it and slam it behind you to inform your family that you have left.
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arriving at james' house, you slam your fist repeatedly against his front door until james finally opens the door. when he does so, you shove past him and sit on his couch. james sits next to you in silence, unsure of what to say as he notices that you're angry.
"i'm so pissed off, my family drives me fucking crazy," you huff.
"ok."
that monotonous voice, why do i love hearing him talk? glancing at james, you recognise how uncomfortable he is. as an attempt to make james feel more comfortable around you, you kiss him on the lips.
it takes james a few seconds to process what's going on and eventually, he kisses you back. he's such a bad kisser, it feels like you're making out with a brick wall.
when you pull away, james takes a deep breath and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand hoping you won't see him. you do see him wiping his mouth, which hurts your feelings. it hurts more than your mum not sticking up for you this morning.
i could actually fall in love with james, but would he ever love me the same way?
"right james, i'm sick of this town and i'm going to leave. are you coming with me or not?" you suggest, with butterflies forming in your stomach. the excitement of running away and not having to deal with your problems anymore. what's even better is being to do all of that with him.
please say yes, you plead in your head. almost as if james read your mind, he agrees with your impulsive plan. "excellent, you have a car so lets go."
"it's my dads car, not mine."
you roll your eyes at james' sensibility, "and? who gives a shit. your dad is a prick!" this somehow persuades james, because he rushes out of the house.
with you following behind, you watch james punch his dad in the face who drops the takeout bags and pinches his nose in pain. "james, what the fuck?" ignoring his dad, james snatches the key out of his hand and gets in the driver's seat.
you get in the passenger's seat, purposely forgetting to put your belt on, "wow, that was amazing!" james slightly smiles at you, pulling out of his driveway. "you scared, james?"
"no. are you?"
"i'm not."
i am, it's only been like what? 2 minutes? and we are already in trouble. how much more shit are we going to get ourselves in? oh well. it's well worth it with him.
