sweetheart ; steven hyde (discontinued)

19.

the runaways
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It was a warm day, and kids were yelling and playing outside. Dogs howled as the smell of barbecued food invaded my nostrils.

As I sat alone on my front porch, I got to thinking.

There's nothing here for me in this town, there's nothing. Besides Hyde, my friends and Aunt Penny, and Maxx, I have no one.

I want to explore what's foreign to me, I want to be free.

How cliche does that sound? I just want to runaway and be me.

I look at the abandoned looking house across from mine, Hyde's black El Camino parked out front and then I feel a tiny light bulb pop up above my head.

I stand, throwing my cigarette into the grass and trotting to Hyde's window.

I tap on the glass, peeking through and seeing him sliding a shirt down his torso.

He makes his way over and slides the window open.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Everything okay?" He asks, pulling his shades down.

"I want to leave, Hyde. I don't want to be here." I say, and I can feel tears beginning to well in my eyes, begging for a release but I blink away.

"Then let's leave, Sweetheart," He says.