The Runaway |5sos au|

5; secrets

After 15 more minutes of splash fights, Michael and Tori got out of the water. The night air was frigid causing both Tori and Michael, who happened to be avid complainers to, well, complain.

"Holy fuck it's cold."

"I know."

"It's fucking Australia in September."

"Stupid fucking weather."

"My life shouldn't be controlled by the weather."

"I can't feel my balls."

"I can't feel my toes."

"Fuck this."

"I want to stab whoever makes the weather."

"I'll hold him down for you."

"I'm so done."

"3000% done."

"Ugh."

"UGH"

Tori and Michael reached the circus grounds around 1am. Pretty much everyone had gone to sleep, although a few people were up. Michael and Tori roamed around for a bit, as Michael insisted on giving her a "royal tour." During this time, Tori and Michael revisited the stadium, stole some food (Michael claimed he did it all the time), and saw the train carts which the circus uses to move from city to city.

"I really really want a Popsicle."

"You can have mine." Michael winks.

"HOLY FUCK. Images. IMAGES ARE FLOODING MY MIND. NOPE. GAH. IM INFECTED DEAR GOD SAVE ME." Tori screams.

//

"Well, I'm beat. Where am I supposed to sleep again?" Victoria asked in a dazed manner.

"Stacy sleeps in the stadium because all tents meant for sleeping were full when she got here, and when a spot opened up, she was so used to sleeping in the stadium that she refused to sleep anywhere else. So I guess you could go to the stadium?"

"Yea! Okay."

"I'll walk you back." Michael half demanded half asked. The circus grounds seemed ghostly at night. Everything was unoccupied, and if gave Tori the creeps.

Michael and Tori entered the huge big top to find the lights off and everything silent.

"Stacy? It's Michael and Victoria!" Michael called out to the inky darkness.

No reply.

"Common. I'm pretty sure she sleeps under the stage." Said Michael. As soon as they got close to the door, they heard music thumping tremendously loudly.

"That explains why they couldn't hear us." Tori whispered.

Instead of knocking, Michael twists the door knob and the door swings open. On the bed is Stacy and Luke, having a heavy makeout session. At the sight of Stacy sucking Luke's face, Tori shrieks and Michael screams "Get a room you two!' Before slamming the door. Tori thought she heard Luke faintly yell "We are in one dumbfuck!" But she couldn't be certain.

"Oh god where am I supposed to sleep now?" Tori complains, kicking a rock with her shoe and sighing.

"You can always sleep on my mattress.. I'll take the floor." Michael propositions her.

"Aw, no Michael..."

"Dude, I threw you in a lake against your will. The least I could do is give you a place to sleep."

"Ummmm. Okay! Thank you so much Mickey."

"You did not just call me Mickey." MICKEY growls.

"I don't know what you're talking about.. Mickey."