Run Off → 91 Days Fanfic

Run Without Reason

Does the gif give you an idea of what's coming up uwu?

You sat anxiously in the parlour room, feeling a little intimidated by the Vanetti family portrait hanging over the fireplace. The pitter-patter of the raindrops against the window wasn't calm you down the slightest.

Tapping your finger against the table next to the couch, you waited for your father to pick up the phone. Listening to the continuous humming of the dial tone made you a little irritated.

You decided to call your father for help, hoping he would get out of his office, hop into his car, and drive you away from this place.

There was a click and the humming stopped. The line was now connected as you heard shuffling on the other side.

"[L/N] speaking,"

"Father, it's me." You pinched the bridge of your nose.

The man lets out a chuckle, "Oh, [Y/N]? Where are you?"

"At the Vanetti's,"

"Why?"

"You told Nero and Frate to pick me up from the market,"

"I didn't," He replies. "They asked me where you were."

You paused and thought for a moment, your lips parted as you stared out the window.

"They're crazy..." You whispered harshly.

"Well, it's good to know you're somewhere safe," He adds.

You had a frown on your face.

Your father shifts on the other side of the line, "[Y/N], I want to apologize for what happened this morning."

"It's fine,"

"Your mother is sorry too," He replies. "But, you're not off the hook just yet. We expect you to cooperate with us as soon as possible."

You sighed and shut your eyes, "Understood..."

"This discussion is far from over," There were sounds of papers shuffling. "Please come home soon."

"I will wait until they drive me back," You muttered.

"Please thank them after," A pause passes and you hear a chuckle. "Oh, Corteo has a surprise waiting for you. I'm sure it'll bring your mood up."

Before you could reply, there was a click and the line goes dead. You stood there perplexed as you wondered what Corteo could have possibly bought from the market.

You returned the phone's earpiece back to its holder on the microphone and let out a tired sigh, leaning back against the couch and resting your head on a pillow.

Your hair was spread around while you stared at the ceiling ahead. Resting your folded hands against your stomach, you felt your eyes become heavier by the second.

Your thoughts drifted to poor Avilio, walking by himself while being drenched in rain. Your heart ached for him yet fluttered when you remember his lips on yours.

"They were soft..." You whispered to yourself.

Once wasn't enough, you wished for more of his kisses. You can still feel Avilio's hand on your shoulder, his warm body against your back.

Is this the same romance in the books I've read? Your cheeks grew pink just thinking about Avilio.

This was all foreign to you, it was a little overwhelming. Kissing a boy in secret, without your family or friends knowing...