Runaways ~m.c

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I don't remember much from the time him asking me to run away with him and now. All I know is I'm laughing while throwing clothing at him while he folds them and stuffs them into my black duffel bag. Maybe the last few drinks weren't such a good idea. Maybe they were; I've never been drunk before and I don't know if I like it or not.

"Is this okay to take?" I ask holding up my sweater. It's towards the end of summer and I don't know how long we'll be gone so you never know.

"Take whatever you want." He says.

"Should I call my mom?" I ask and I hear him laugh.

"No. You're thinking too much. Don't think, just pack so we can go." He starts throwing stuff in the bag without folding them. Part of me wants to correct him but another wants to hurry and go. He zips my bag up for me and then slings it over his shoulder. "Grab your phone charger and lets go."

I do as he says and follow him out of the apartment. I lock the door behind me and whisper a small goodbye. I'm so excited to be leaving, but so worried. I can't back away now though; I'd seem like a wussy. This goes against everything I've ever been taught at school and by my mother. That makes it even better.

His car is the perfect temperature when I get in. He tosses my bag on the back seat and then gets in himself. He starts the car lighting up the dark streets with the headlights. Then he starts driving. I don't feel much of anything the first hour. By the second hour I'm falling asleep to the light sound of music coming from the radio. Minutes after that I'm out.

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I wake up and I'm in the backseat of a car. I quickly sit up and become aware of my surroundings. My head is pounding trying to come to my senses and figure out how I ended up in this car. I look over and see my black duffel bag on the floor of the car.

Oh yeah, I'm running away with the lilac haired boy.

Just then the car door opens and he slides in the drivers seat. "Good morning Tori."

"My name is Victoria. Damn it won't you listen to me?" I ask. I really don't like being called Tori. Number one it's not my name. Number two it's so normal for someone to be called that if they have my name. I don't like normal.

He shrugs. "Whatever you say." He turns back to look at me. He has two cups in his hand. "Here, I guessed how you like your coffee."

"I don't much like coffee, but thank you." I take the cup graciously for something to sooth my dry mouth. As much as I hate coffee I tip it back taking a drink. To my surprise it's not bitter or over sweetened. It's actually decent. I drink some more.

"I thought you didn't like coffee?" I can practically hear the grin in his tone.

"Well, I like this coffee." I shrug taking another sip. "Where are we anyways?" I climb up to the front passenger seat getting more comfortable. I know I must look like hell. My face feels a little oily and when I try to run my fingers through my hair I feel the tangles that have appeared as I slept. I grab my bag from the back and setting it on my lap.

"We are somewhere in Nevada. About three hours from Vegas I'd say." He answers.

"Is that our destination?" I ask him while searching for a brush or a comb.

"It's just a stop along the way. Our journey ends whenever we run out of money and have to stop and get jobs." He let's out a dry laugh. He is serious but doesn't want to seem like it. I see right through him. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen."