Magcon one shots

Shawn x Taylor pt.1

Taylor snuck out his front door being careful to not wake his father who was asleep on the couch. He didn't leave a note, or a sign as to where he was, "they wouldn't have cared anyways," he thought. Taylor had to clue where he was going, he just wanted to leave. As he walked aimlessly, his mind roamed all the possibilities of where he could go, he could travel like he's always wanted to, he could go stay with one of the guys, but that's the first place his parents would look. He'd eventually walked far enough to reach a bus stop and he waited. He sat on the bench next to an older woman who looked at him oddly. "What, are you running away?" she asked. Taylor looked at her and shook his head, "Uh no," he said with a slight chuckle. She was blunt, straightforward without even knowing him. She nodded her head and looked him up and down, he looked like the demented youth of the 90's, "Just in case you are, running away from your problems is never the answer," she replied standing up as the bus parked in front of them. Taylor watched her get on, then he got up hesitant to go. "Are you getting on or not? I have a schedule to stay on," the bus driver rushed him. Taylor was still unsure, but instead of embarrassing himself again, he got on. He went to the back of the bus and sat with his bag on his lap. He looked around at the passengers and saw most of them were asleep, or almost asleep. "Excuse me," he tapped the man's shoulder in front of him, "Do you know where this bus is going?" he asked. The man turned around and looked at him, silently judging him, "you got on a bus without knowing where it goes?" he asked. "Pretty much," Taylor sighed. "Now, that's just dumb, this bus is taking us to the airport," the man said. Taylor nodded, "What are some flights going out tonight?" he asked. "New york, Philadelphia, Florida, and I'm not so sure about the rest," the man explained. "Any that you'd suggest for me?" Taylor asked. "You're so full of questions young man, and here all alone." "I know, but...I'm just looking for something fresh," he sighed in response. "Well then, the answer should be obvious, good ol' New York should getcha somewhere," the man told him before turning around. Taylor opened his mouth to speak again, but decided not to talk after that.

When the bus came to a stop, Taylor immediately headed into the airport, buying the last ticket for the plane ride to New York. He had never really done things on his own considering he was 1. A high school dropout and 2. His mother enabled him like no other and even though he was almost an adult he couldn't cook for himself. He'd always depended on others and now he was questioning what he got himself into. Taylor headed through security at the airport, which wasn't much, but a pat down at that time, and then to the gate where his flight would be leaving. As they boarded the airplane, Taylor walked slow, "do I really want to do this?" he asked himself. Finally, he came to a decision and got on the plane. He went back to his seat and sat down, only to be greeted by the man from the bus. "So, you're looking for a fresh start?" the man asked. "Yeah," Taylor said awkwardly and looked down at his lap. The man just nodded and went back to the paper he was reading, "Good choice my boy."

During the flight Taylor thought about everything he was leaving. He thought about his mom, and dad, little Rosalie from down the street, Mr. Rogers from the gas station, his friends, his city, but most importantly he thought about Shawn. Shawn was the most important to Taylor, because they had a special connection, and nothing could come between them. Taylor felt guilty for leaving Shawn, he knew Shawn would worry about him, and he didn't want that. He decided to stop thinking about everything and rest his eyes. After a while of sitting still, he fell asleep, into a deep slumber.

Five hours later, Taylor was awoken by the man next to him. "Hey kid, wake up, we've landed," the man said. Taylor rubbed his eyes and unbuckled getting up, "thanks," he said grabbing his carry on. "No problem," the man said. "You know, we managed to be near each other on the bus, and sit next to each other on the plane, what's your name?" Taylor asked. "It's Michael," the man said, "what's yours?" "Taylor," Taylor replied. The two said their goodbyes and got off the plane. Taylor stood around thinking of where he could go for the night, then it clicked.

"Hey Michael!" he yelled running after the older man. "What?" Michael asked raising an eyebrow. "Got any idea on where I can stay?" Taylor asked. "Yeah, there's this hotel, you can ride in a cab with me if you want," Michael replied. Taylor hesitantly followed him, "actually no, I think I want to go somewhere first..........but any uh cheaper recommendations?" "Star motel, good luck kid," he said waving the boy off before flagging down a taxi. Taylor nodded and quickly headed over to a kiosk with maps, before rushing back into the airport, catching the underground subway minutes before it took off into Manhattan.