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chapter seven — ❝ runaway now and forevermore ❞
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The moment that it was clearly decided, the idea seemed so much more appealing. Any worries that came along with it Immediately receded, disappeared behind the fog of an exciting adventure that would consist of just them two.
El helped him through the window of her bedroom, carefully trying not to make much noise, the two sharing elevated heartbeats as their hands held onto one another from the sudden burst of energy they gained from what they were going to do.
It was perfect, really. Something for just them two to escape the world for a few days. She already knew the perfect place to be, the perfect place that was easily accessible for them both and would keep them hidden away from their families.
“The cabin,” she told him as she was folding up clothing to pack away into her duffel bag that matched the color of creamy coffee.
In certain lighting, the faux brown leather appeared to hold a tint appearing more closer to thick honey to Mike, which in turn only reminded him of El’s eyes.
Mike scrunched his brows, lips curled down as he tried to piece together what she was saying. “So, you’re thinking of running away to the cabin for a few days?”
She nodded, still piling up some more clothing into the bag. “Yeah, Dad hasn’t been there in years. Lost the keys and never changed the lock, plus it reminds him of my mom too much, so he doesn’t like going there.”
His frown deepened. “Wait, if it’s been years, then it'll need some cleaning, won’t it?”
El peeked up at him with a small smile. “You can help me clean it up a bit, right?”
For some reason, his cheeks began to burn. He blamed stupid hormones for always acting up on him around her. “Um, yeah. Definitely. I can help.”
She beamed. “Great.” As she walked around the room for other necessities, she continued, “Anyways, I can pick the lock to get us in there. Clean up the dust, take the sheets off the furniture. We’ll be good.”
“What about food?” he asked as he watched her move around the bedroom from where he sat on her bed.
She shrugged. “We’ll figure that out.”
His eyes widened as he sat up straighter. “El. We need food. I’m a growing boy, I need some sort of nutrients.”
El rolled her eyes as she turned towards him, placing both hands on her hips. “Don’t be so dramatic, Mike. We will figure it out, okay?”
