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(End Of The F*cking World Fanfic)

SUMMARY: James and Alyssa are on the run, but they find little moments where everything is just okay.

Sure, they couldn't escape it forever. But it was nice to pretend like the past didn't exist...like everything was okay.

Paris was nice. Well, it was actually pretty shit. Didn't really live up to the standard of the beautiful, romantic city it was supposed to be.

But it was somewhere they could be safe, at least for a while. They managed to take a lot of Leslie's drug money along with his boat.

Finally out of their ugly floral clothing and posted up in a little hotel room, they felt safe for the first time since they'd left home. And they felt...almost, well, happy. Alyssa thought she'd been happy, with her dad, but that quickly disappeared.

And James, well, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been happy. Actually, genuinely happy. It was the closest he'd felt to happy in years.

They didn't have the guts to go out in public quite yet. They had to lay low, and get on the move soon. So instead, they locked themselves up in the hotel room and tried to just live in their own little world.

"Think you could dye my hair again?" Alyssa asked, twirling strands of her bleached hair in her skinny fingers.

"Sure," James replied. "What color this time?"

"Something cool," Alyssa replied. "Like blue or something. I've always wanted cool hair, but my mom would never let me."

"Don't you think that'd stand out too much though?"

"Good point. Maybe just black then."

James nodded. "Maybe I should go blond?"

Alyssa giggled. "I think you'd look shit with blond hair."

James couldn't help the way his lips quirked too, a huff of breath leaving his mouth, his weak version of laughter. He hadn't really laughed in a long time either. "It's not really about how it looks."

"I know," she replied, sobering the moment.

"It would look pretty silly though," James said after a moment of tense silence. His lips tugged upwards again, and Alyssa couldn't help but chuckle softly again. She was looking at him with a fondness in her eyes, and it made his still cold heart thaw a little more.

And then she was laughing again. "Sorry, I'm just- I can't stop picturing it. Imagine how we'd look, walking down the street- you with blond hair and mine fucking blue! We'd look mad!"

And James actually let a small laugh leave him then, because it was a pretty funny sight.

***

Day two in the hotel, having only left their room to eat complimentary breakfast before disappearing upstairs again.

"Where do you want to go after Paris?" Alyssa asked, laying flat on her back on the double bed and staring up at the ceiling. Her feet dangled over the edge, still clad in her black boots.

James shrugged. "I dunno. Germany, maybe?"

"That would be nice. My mom went there once, when she was younger. She said it was beautiful."

James laid down on the bed beside her. "Yeah."

"James?"

"Yeah?"