Runaway Dreams

Swoosh, Bang

The train rummbled below us, and the soothing sound of the train on the tracks left me asleep in Beck's lap. When I woke up, only minutes after, and I felt somehting running through my hair. It must of appeared that I was still asleep, because Beck fingers were gliding through my tangled hair. It feels so good when someone plays with your hair, let alone the guy you texted that you loved him.

Something about that text was weird, it was weird sending it. I mean, I thought that I'd never see him again, and deep down inside, I guess I did love him. The way he held me when I needed a hug, it wasn't just a a friendly hug. His arms wrapping around my lower back, our chests glued together, and our heart beats at the same pace.

The way he'd look at me. His eyes gazing at my face, and me, forcing myself not to gaze back, not to give him any hints. But all that time, gosh did I want to.

The way he grined at me when I eventually did gaze back. His lips slightly parted and his eye filled with wonder and excitment. 

The train slowed down, we must have been entering another city. I kept my head still and breathing steady, I didn't want him knowing I was awake. The train came to a stop and I opened my eyes. It was a big station, nothing like Elyria.

Their platform was huge with bright yellow lines, and all the 50 or so people waiting for our train to stop, behind it. Beyond the platform, there was a large building with tall windows giving me a peek inside. There were escalators, and lounges and lots and lots of people.        

 "Hey, Ty. Ty..." His fingers were out of my hair and shaking me. "Ty, get up!" He says again. I turn my head enough that I am directly under his chin. 

        "Yes?" 

        "Look." He says, that wonder devouping in his eyes. "Where are we?" 

        "Well, not in kansasa anymore." I say with a grin, looking up at him. He shows me his smile, and butterflys fill my stomach. "We're in Pittsburgh, Penncilvainia just one of our stops on the way to New York City." I say grinning. 

        "You're such a nerd." He chuckles. 

        "Am not." I say looking deep into his eyes. He holds the gaze, and then jerks his head quickly looking behind him. "Whats wrong?" He didn't answer, just kept looking at the train door behind us. I stopped trying to talk to him and listened myself.  

I hear the train begin to click clack on the tracks once more.

*Tick*

*Tack*

Then I hear something different.

*Swoosh

*Bang*

*Swoosh*

*Bang*

They were other doors. Opening and closeing quickly. Too quickly. 

*Swoosh*

*Bang* 

        "Someones coming." He says, his eyes still locked on the door. 

        "Do you think someone saw us?" 

        "I don't know. But what if were caught? We can't go back. Not after this." 

He gets up and peeks in the tiny train door window. "We have to get off this train." 

        "What?!?" I say. But it's as if I have no saying in this. He throws my backpack, and his guitar case off the back of the train, and takes my hand. 

        "Have you ever jumped off a train before?" 

        "Um, never had to. What's it like?" I say half joking, half serious.

        "Live and learn." And with that, the grip on my hand tightens and he leaps of the train, me following. 

The impact killed. My leg throbed and I pretty sure I was bleeding right above the eye. But there was no resting. 

I felt Becks arms cradle me as he picked me up. He ran over to the woods off to the side of the tracks, and layed me down.

I followed his eyes through the trees, and indeed, an attendent was making her way to the back of the train, and stood right where we had been sitting.

Our stuff was sprawled across the tracks, which she took notice of, but didn't seen to worry about it.

The chill of the fall breeze sent prickles up my back as I layed on the wet ground in front of Beck. The pain in my leg narrowed in on my my shin, that was already turning purple. Beck pulled the sleeve from his shirt, and dabbed the cut above my eye, which stopped bleeding after only a few seconds. 

        "Beck what are we going to do?"

        "Were going to bunker down somewhere, and eventually find a place to live." 

        "No!" My voice cracks. "The story doesn't end here. The plan was to go to New York City, and that train was going to take us there." I gently rub my shin, realizing my jeans ripped. 

        "Then we'll bunker down for tonight, and get to New York some other way." He said this as if it was going to be easy. We needed to get cross the entire state of Pennsylvania, through New Jersey, and make it in to the city. Did I have a plan from there? No. But now at least we had plenty of time to think about it. 

Before I could counter his suggestion, he left me to retreave out stuff, still laying on the tracks. 

In his case, over his guitar layed some cloths, a picture of him with his uncle and dad standing in front of Cooper's, and a waud of money weaved in an out of the guitar strings. He also took out a freshly made subway sandwich, which we shared, along with a carpie sun. 

Here we were. Two kids, sitting off to the side from train tracks, with jucie packets and one sandwich. No place to go. No plan to get to New York.