the wrong direction [COMPLETED]

nineteen

day 6-continued

"well, spill it!" ryan commanded. i really liked that dominant side of him-i mean what.

"we should escape. it's not like it would be hard to do. marilee is probably in bed by like 7 anyways, what's stopping us?"

"you really don't think about consequences at all, do you? not to mention that we probably don't have much money, if any at all," i said, jon shrugging his shoulders. "and it's not like i'm going to become a hooker to get paid. i couldn't do that."

"i've got some money. i always have a 100 dollar bill in my phone for emergencies. yeah, i know it sounds crazy that i just randomly have it, but i'm glad i do in a situation like this."

"where would we stay?"

"maybe jack and alex have a place?" jon suggested, ryan looking moderately skeptical.

"do we really want to trust them?"

"i think they're more than okay to rely on in a situation like this, i mean, look at the environment poor alex had to grow up in, especially since he's gay. i'm pretty sure they'd be more than happy to help us."

"yeah, i agree with brendon. they wouldn't want any others to go through this hell when they know what it's like firsthand," jon said, ryan responding with, "okay, fine."

"who would be the people to escape with us, though?" i questioned.

"everyone at this camp, girls included. i definitely don't want to leave anyone here to suffer marilee's wrath," jon answered.

"touché. when are you going to tell everyone else the plan, though?"

"i don't know, ryan. probably the next time everyone's free."

"well, do your work and wake everyone up in our cabin and let them know about your plan, brendon and i still aren't finished...talking."

"yeah, sure, totally talking. just don't be too loud."

jon shut the door and we heard him screech, "RISE AND SHINE, IT'S TIME FOR HELL!" followed by a scarily maniacal laugh.

dallon and spencer's synced groans showed that they were up and that jon was prone to explaining his plan to them in the next ten seconds, so ryan and i continued our conversation.

"if jon really does go through with this plan and we all run away, i want to share a room with you. or a bed, whichever's available."

"brendon urie, you will most certainly be the death of me."

"that's the goal," i replied, stepping closer to him and pressing my lips against his.

"by the way," jon started, obviously wanting us to hear from outside, "brendon and ryan are probably fucking in the bathroom, so don't use it. i would rather live my life not having the image of that burned into my brain for all eternity."

"i don't know, it might be pretty hot."

"can you not think with your dick for one minute, spencer?!"

"you seemed to like anything related to my dick the other night."

"that's not the point right now! let's just take a trip to the girls cabin so i can explain my ultimate evil plan to all of you at once."

"let's go!" dallon said, us hearing the trio walk out the door.

"looks like we have the cabin to ourselves," ryan whispered breathily in my ear after separating lips with me, making me shiver.

"yeah," was all i could answer.

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