Runaway

2 //

I was not nervous one bit. I mean come on, this guy was probably just some nerd and nothing was gonna happen between me and him. I wonder how old he is. Hopefully he’s not much older than me. I’ve had my issues with hooking up with guys that are older than me. They always took advantage of me, I’m not gonna let this Brandon guy get all lovey-dovey with me. He is just gonna have to settle for being a friend if we get along.

I heard a knock on my door. Wow, he came. I looked over at the clock, it was 10:57. Three minutes early. Maybe this guy would work.

 “Hi.” Brandon said smiling. Gosh he was really freaking adorable. “Um I don’t really know your name yet.” He said awkwardly as he shifted his position.

“Oh, my name is Ruby.” I said laughing and putting my hand out in front of him for a proper greeting. He put his hand in mine and shook up and down for a few moments. His hands were huge compared to mine. They were soft and manly and amazing. We let go and looked into each other’s eyes forever it seemed like. No no no I can’t let this happen. I can’t let another guy rule my life. I thought as I remembered what happened years back. I had a boyfriend when I was 14 and he was 18. He was on the football team and was a complete jerk. I never had real parents so I didn’t know what was wrong or right. He took advantage of me. I felt hot tears streaming down my face. Brandon suddenly got serious and walked over. He sat me down.

“What’s wrong?” I shook my head. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. I wiped the tears off of my face; thank god I didn’t wear any makeup. “Do you still want a tour?” Brandon asked, “Or would you rather sit and talk?” I looked down and thought for a second.

 “Can we do the tour another night, I just want to lie hear and talk, if that’s ok with you.” He looked into my eyes

“Of course.” he said. I knew he meant it.

I lay down on the bed and patted twice on the bed signaling for him to climb on and lay next to me. “So, tell me about yourself.” I said as Brandon awkwardly sat down next to me.

“Well, um, I’m in high school. I moved here maybe a year ago with my aunt and-“he explained as I cut him off

“What happened to your parents?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, they’re in Utah.” He answered.

“Did you like want to get away from them or Utah or something?” I wondered.

 “No, I just really wanted to move back to Vegas. I was born here but moved to Utah when I was 8.” He clarified.

“Wait so how old are you right now?” I asked quickly.

“I’m seventeen, and how old are you?” He replied.

“Sixteen.” I answered. He grinned cheekily.

“What?” I say.

“Oh nothing.” Brandon said mysteriously. I was getting irritated with this guy.

“What?!” I squeal as I hit him playfully in the arm. Brandon just laughs. He was sure sweet. But, very annoying at the same time.

“I was gonna say why is a 16 year old girl here alone?” He asks seriously.

“Well, I’m sort of an orphan.” I explain. He’s still looking at me like he wants to hear more. I look at the wallpaper and begin again. “My parents died when I was 5 and I went into foster care. None of the adopters wanted me because I was violent.” I say laughing. He was still looking at me wondering if I was serious. “I wanted to escape all the changing families and the abusive parents and the kids at school. I just couldn’t handle it. Plus, I’ve had dreams of moving here since I was little.”

“Well that’s a lot to take in.” He says rubbing his hand on his freshly shaven face. “Well, where will you be staying while you’re here?” He asks.

“I actually have no idea. I was expecting to get arrested on the way here.” I say laughing.

“Well, I’m sure my aunt would be fine with you living with us. You can’t live in a hotel room forever.” He explained looking into my eyes.

“Are you serious? I feel like she’ll hate me.” I say uneasily.

“You haven’t even met her!” He exclaims.

“I’ll have to get a job though, and probably go to school.” I try to say not overly-excited.

“They need another waitress at the Cortez Room downstairs. Do you have experience waiting tables?” He asks. I couldn’t believe that this is happening.

“Yeah, actually I do. And are you sure your Aunt will let me stay as long as I pay her monthly?” I ask.

“I can convince her, we even have an extra room right next to mine.” He says with a smirk. “Oh, and about school, we can enroll you into my high school by next week.”

“But your Aunt will have to sign all of those papers and she isn’t my guardian yet.” I say saddened, finally realizing it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Well, we can sign you over or something.” He says. “I’m sure your foster parents didn’t want you anyways.” He says giggling.

“Hey!” I punch him in the arm. He punches me back. After a few minutes of wrestling I look over at the clock. It says 2:30 am! Shoot, Brandon has to go back! “Brandon! Its 2:30 in the morning! Your aunt is probably wondering where you are!” He begins to get up.

“What’s your phone number? Like so I can text you and let you know if my aunt says yes or no.

“Oh, here.” I rip a piece of paper from the nightstand and scribble my number down and hand it to him. “Thanks. Talk to you soon?” I say as he nods and walks out the door.

“Bye.” He says as he turns away from me walking down the hallway.