Saving Elliot One-Shot :)

Elliot & Elliot

Jensen:

I think it's clear to say that I was truly, utterly and completely fucked. 

It was midnight, my car was off and low on fuel and in the middle of bloody nowhere, my phone was on the verge on dying and I was all alone.

So let me explain how I got into this simple but scary situation.

First and foremost, I'm in Sacramento, California. Once Fintry went back, a few months later he called to say that we, my family and I, can come and visit. Initially I was wary of his mother just in case Fintry's behaviour has descended and she blamed us. Mum wasn't so sure, considering that she still didn't get over the fact that we both got arrested, sometimes I have to dodge her when she's having a breakdown so she doesn't bring it up again.

My brothers gone back to their useless lives, so they couldn't come. When they told me, I knew I would be a little lonely without their stupidness because it's what I've become used to. In spite of all that, they're actually doing well with their useless lives. Carlisle's become a professional drama teacher at Leeds University of Arts and Media, which Mum wouldn't stop crying about and Dad wouldn't stop patting him on the back. Mac and Arthur are doing well at university in America, but they said they couldn't be bothered to hop on a plane from Florida to here.

Like I say, they've gone back to their useless lives.

Nick and Charlotte are doing well, apart from the odd argument about what colour walls they want to have. Nick wants blue put Charlotte wants to go with a plain magnolia, and then cue the names back and forth.

Harry and Corrine are still in France, along with Madeleine-Rose. They like to visit a few times a year and I must say, he's finally learned to keep that fucking beard from looking like a homeless man's. Thank God.

Anyway, my parents sent me to the 'grocery store' to get some vegetables, which was bloody stupid of them because my directions are shit and I don't know where the hell anything is. I nearly began to drive on the wrong side of the road because everything's just so weird in America. Back in Manchester, everything is just orderly. Fintry's mind is as crazy as American driving.

Elliot's mum was quick to send him to the shop instead, and in the end everyone just decided that we go together considering I'd probably crash the car if I were to go alone.

But again like I said, Fintry's mind is as crazy as American driving. He thinks that his mother's orders are suggestions, not instructions. So the imbecile told me the directions really quickly and then said something about going to a bar, walking in the opposite direction with his hands in his pockets.

With determination to find the fucking grocery store, I turned the ignition and began to drive down the interstate, or was it a highway, to a place where I thought I could see civilization, and shops.

What I thought were shops was actually this run-down, abandoned shack with a street light behind it. I shut off the car and rested my head on the headrest. I wasn't too keen on the idea of driving any further because I think I saw some movements and a few shifty looking lads in black hoodies. I also didn't want to reverse because maybe they hadn't seen me yet and then if they do, I'll be in deep shit.

I fumbled around for my phone, which was lying beneath my jacket and pulled it out, unlocking it.

21:03, the time was. I'd been sitting here, idle for almost twenty minutes. Our parents probably thought we were on our way back right now.

I scrolled down to Fintry's contact and with no hesitation, pressed call.

Surprisingly, he picked up on the first ring. "Good evening, munchkin."