He held his boyfriend's hand, trying to navigate through the rain. It was pouring so hard that they had to yell in order to remotely hear each other. When they finally approached the beaten up blue pick-up truck, they quickly threw their bags onto the floor. Once they were inside the car, they relaxed. Peter busted out laughing, looking at his soaked lover. "Shut up you," Marc mumbled, pushing his blue hair out of his eyes. Peter kissed his cheek and smiled at him. "So what is the location we are running off too?" Marc smirked and turned the car on.
"Well I was thinking.....Boston?" Peter's eyes lit up and he kissed Marc on the lips gently.
"Let's go start our new lives!" With that, the two boys drove off. Neither of them were held hostage by their parents. They weren't forced to date who their parents told them too. Their relationship would no longer be hidden. They would no longer be told that liking the same sex was wrong. As they finally drove away, peter stared out the window, watching the town he grew up in pass him by. He smiled and rolled down the window, yelling into the rain "FUCK YOU ALL."
