Creep // jalyssa

🔪 runaway runaway

"So, where do you wanna go?"

Honestly where the fuck do I know?

"Uhm...to Paris, maybe?"

"By car?"

I don't fucking know, James. Maybe you think for once.

"Yeah, or...plane?"

"We don't have any money."

"We could, rob a bank."

"O...okay."

It wasn't a normal okay that usually would slip out of James mouth. It was very unsure.

"What's the matter?"

"Huh?"

"Why did you stutter?"

He took a deep breath before taping his fingers on the steering wheel, biting his lip, nearly talking, just not, yet.

"Is robbing the bank, or doing any more crimes after running away from jail from murder, the best solution of leaving?"

He asked me as if I knew the answer, the answer to everything. Only I didn't. I felt like i left some trust away from James. Like I failed him, a part of him.

Does he want to go back?

"Do you want to go back?"

"Do you want to go back?"

I don't.

"I don't, James."

"Well, neither do I. I just want to do things with you."

Saying that made me smile again. I really, really love him.

"Maybe we shouldn't rob the bank, but we should get some money, from somewhere. We need money, or else we're lost."

"Do you feel safe having money on you?"

He asked me. I couldn't answer before shaking my head.

"I really don't. Fuck money."

"Yeah, fuck money."

James said with a smile before I leaned over to kiss his lips passionate and long.