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Runaways 》 Daltrick

Published: July 26, 2019

Pairings: Patrick Stump/Dallon Weekes

Summary: Patrick runs away from his home and Dallon decides to join him.

Note: Very open ended, as this was meant to be a fic.

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There was shouting from downstairs, slurs and words of disappointment. Patrick had known this was how his parents would react, but he couldn't live a lie anymore.

With how violently they reacted, however, he didn't feel safe around them. He barely managed to get into his room in time to shut and lock the door on them. Now, he was silently laying down in his bed listening to them go on and on.

This room had once been a comfort, this whole house had been. His parents ruined it with their disgust and anger, ruined all he had. He doesn't have much else in his life, so Patrick thinks of a plan.

He sat up, sighing to himself. He checked the time on his phone: 11:35 PM. After that, he left his phone on the nightstand. He couldn't take it with him, because he had enough knowledge to know they could track him down if he had it. Patrick went over to the window and lifted it open, looking back into his room to make sure he didn't need anything.

All in all, this was a hasty decision, but what else could he do? He exited through his window, shutting it behind him. Then, he slowly made his way down onto the grass. There was only one place he would want to go to before truly being on the run.

He walked down the familiar streets calmly. This part would be easy, but the rest wouldn't be so. Patrick was lucky his friend lived so near; their houses were only a couple blocks apart.

Once he made it to his friend's house, he located where his room would be. It was upstairs, just like Patrick's was, and there was a window there. There was no light coming from within, so he figured his friend was asleep. He felt guilty about his next actions.

He climbed up the side of the house, making it to the window. He knocked gently on it, hoping it would be enough to wake him up. A moment later, his friend sat up in his bed and turned the lamp on, the light revealing Patrick.

Patrick watched as his friend stood up and opened the window. "What are you doing here, Patrick?"

Dallon's voice was quiet, almost cracking. It was probably because he was so tired. Once again, he felt guilty about this, but he didn't trust anyone else. "I'm running away," he answered.

Dallon looked surprised. "Why? What happened?" he inquired.

"I came out, and they're not taking it well," Patrick stated sadly. He had always known they wouldn't be ecstatic about the news, but he had thought they would at least try to understand.

"And you came here to bring me with you?" Dallon asked. The answer to that was no. Dallon actually had a life ahead of him, had a life he wouldn't want to leave. Patrick's not selfish enough to ask him to leave.

"I just wanted to see you one last time," Patrick admitted. He had wanted to tell his best friend goodbye.

"Come in here," Dallon replied, moving out of the way. Patrick hesitated before climbing into his room. The room filled him with nostalgia as he remembered the many times they'd hung out in there. Posters littered the room and records were shoved into a shelf. This room meant as much to him as his own.