runaway//luke hemmings

"It's not fair!" I cried out, my pint-sized red Converse shoes beating against the soft sand. Luke's small hands frantically pawed through my messy curls, knocking my tiara right off my head so that it landed just behind us. "I know, Zo, I know." he chided. I looked around me; pangs of unsettlement wrestling in my chest. The ocean waves leapt onto the shore and retreated, over and over again. "You listen here," Luke began, taking on an authoritarian stance. I stared at him, squinting in the last dregs of late evening sunshine. "You're leaving, yeah? You're leaving and there's nothing we can do about it. Your mum and dad are going to take you to England and that's the end of it. But I'll come and get you. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or the next day, but I'll come and get you. And you know what we'll do?" I shook my head, my eyes widening as he came within a centimeter radius. "We'll run away." ••• Zola Evans and Luke Hemmings were as close as two kids could be. Having grown up together, they stood as a team in the face of every obstacle that came their way. When Zola moves to the other side of the world, the kids, despite all efforts, lose touch. Zola begins to rethink Luke's promise of finding her and running away. But in a sharp twist of fate, Zola finds herself at the mercy of the blonde haired boy once again and she is forced to decide whether she will stand alone or stand with him for what could be an infinity.