I pushed open Damon’s window and climbed into his room. Damon didn’t even flinch from his computer, he was used to me doing this.
“Wanna go on an adventure?” He turned his chair and looked at me as I said it.
“Just say yes or no.”
“How long will it take?”
“Probably a while.”
“How long’s a while?”
“A couple of days, maybe a few weeks, I don’t know.”
“What? Where is this adventure going?!”
“Why are you like this?”
“I don’t know where it’s going, I just want to leave.”
“I can’t leave for days.”
“Except you can. What’s stopping you?”
“Wow, you’re in a mood today.”
“I’m always in a mood. Come on, you know you want to go. Aren’t you bored of the monotonous repeating routine of your life? It makes you dull, and frankly, boring to be around. Adventure is calling, both of us! All you have to do is agree to drive, and I’ll pay.” He sighed.
“You should be one of the public speakers that convinces you to buy into timeshare scams,” I laughed as he grabbed his keys and a duffle bag. “You already pack a bag?”
“Yeah, I threw it in your car already.”
“...How’d you get into my car?” He stopped packing and looked at me.
“...I didn’t.” He just shook his head and smiled. “Pack trunks, I’m thinking we should head south to the beach.”
“The beach is like a week there and back.”
“I told you a couple of days or maybe a few weeks, you knew what you were getting into when you said yes.”
“I never know what I’m getting into with you.”
“Then stop saying yes,” I shrugged as he picked up his bag and started heading downstairs, me following.
“Vic, I’m guessing you came in the window?” Damon’s mom smiled as she said it but she had gotten tired of my breaking and entering a few years ago.
“Where are you planning on going Damon.”
“Probably to the beach.”
“That’s a pretty far drive, you didn’t think to tell me sooner?” She put on her lecturing tone.
“It seemed to slip my mind to tell myself sooner as well.” His mother looked at me.
“Victoria, you know you are always welcome here. But Damon cannot miss more school for any more of your trips.”
“Adventures.” I interrupted.
“Adventures. You’re going to have to go home for tonight, sweetie.” She gave me a half-smile.
“...Oh. Yeah, of course. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll see you later Damon.” I gave an awkward smile before leaving.
I climbed back into Damon’s window. “Hey, Damon, Wake up,” I whispered as I sat on his windowsill.
“Why?” He sighed again as he sat up.
“You said yes to an adventure, were getting an adventure.”
“From what I remember I didn’t say ‘yes’.”
“You packed a bag, you were completely accepting the fact that we were going on an adventure, get up, let’s go.”
“And what do I tell my mom?”
“Don’t tell her shit. Write her a note or something.”
“You are going to be the death of me.”
“So be it.”
“You’ll never be allowed in my house again.”
“When have I ever asked permission? It’s not like I knock on the door and ask your mum if we can have a playdate. I’ve never once been ‘allowed’ I just climb in your window, which you really should start locking.”
“I should have started locking it years ago,” He groaned as he threw on a shirt and grabbed the bag that was still packed. Writing a note on his desk.
“Out the window, so we don’t get caught.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m not an idiot.”
“You always disagree with me.” I climbed out of his window, when I was on the ground he started to climb out.
“We just gotta sneak into my house to get the money before we go.”
“I thought you already packed!”
“I did, somewhat. I was a little...rushed.”
“Wait, where have you been all day since my mom kicked you out that you weren’t able to go home and grab it.”
“Doesn’t matter. Warm up the car, I’ll be out in a sec. And be ready to peel out in case I trigger the alarm.”
“I thought you had the code!”
“Nah, they won’t give it to me anymore. I have some ideas on it, but nothing definite. I don’t think I’ll trip it though.”
“How certain are you?”
“...How certain do you want me to be.”
“Like 67-68% certain.”
“Yeah, yeah, just be ready to run.”
“I always am when I’m even in your general vicinity.”
“That’s a great way to be if you’re hanging around me.” I smiled as I jogged off toward my house. I grabbed on to the trellis that ran up our house for the morning glories. I climbed to my window and cracked it open. I hoisted myself in and grab the scissors off my desk and clip the wire that connects my window sensor to the alarm.
I didn’t even need the code. I grabbed my backpack and shoved in my phone charger and my piggy bank. I crept into the hallway and into my brother’s room, still half-packed even though he left for college a year ago, pocketing one of his knives. I had memorized which floorboards creaked so that I didn’t wake my dad.
Still, a light flicked on down the hall. I turned and sprinted into my room, slamming the door behind me as I heard my dad stumble towards my room. I grabbed my notebook and pen and shoved them in my bag before jumping out my window, grabbing the trellis and feeling my body jump at the sudden stop from my fall. I hurried down the house and sprinted to the car.
“Did you trip the alarm?” Damon asked as he pulled out of his driveway.
“...Sure,” I said out of breath as I looked back and saw the front door open as we drove down the street. I laughed as I turned up the radio.
I had withdrawn all the money I had made at my job a week earlier. “$880,” I said as I shoved it in one of the pockets in my bag. Damon glanced over at me.
“Why are we heading south this time?”
“Yeah, an urge, a feeling, an instinctual need. Whatever floats your boat.” I smiled as I set my bag back down in between my feet.
“Always a feeling with you. Don’t you ever stop feeling?”
“Ya’know, I’ve tried, I don’t like it very much.”
“Right.” He laughed.
“You can’t say you don’t like our adventures. Without me, you would have no experiences, nothing to look back on and think ‘wow, I had a crazy life and I fuckin’ lived it!′ You would sit inside all day. You wouldn’t have met any one of those girls last summer in Florida. You wouldn’t have gotten mono from making out with that water fountain. You wouldn’t have even known you like rock climbing without me. Don’t say that I’m too much when you’re just too little.”
“Again, you could very easily sell those vacation scams.” I laughed with him.
“Maybe I should. I could fund so many more adventures that way.”
“Does your dad know you’re gone this time?”
“...Yeah, I caught him on my way out and let him know.” Damon nodded, “So, wanna get breakfast?” It was early morning and we were making good mileage.
“Grimy place or nice place?”
“I’m feeling grime. I want to fear for my life as I eat my pancakes. Makes ’em taste better.”
“Yeah, that’s the food poisoning,” I laughed as he said it.
The restaurant wasn’t the grimiest we had been in but it definitely wasn’t the best. I cut into my pancakes that tasted too much like baking powder and burnt. I didn’t bother trying to pry the sticky top of the syrup off so I just ate them with butter and individual jams.
Damon got overcooked eggs and undercooked bacon, but neither of us complained. This was almost like our cheat meal, every time we run away from our town we eat terrible food. It’s a staple of our adventures that neither of us passes up.
We were pretty much alone in the restaurant, our waitress was maybe 17 and she kept staring at us. “So, I’m thinking specifically Georgia,” I said in between bites.
“Great... Peachy, pun intended. Can I get some more coffee please?” I looked over at our waitress who walked back to the kitchen. “Not even a smile, my kind of waitress.” Damon laughed.
“If we’re going that far were gonna need a motel at some point.”
“That’s the only place I don’t want grimy. I don’t want bedbugs again.”
“We’ll get a good one, but not hotel good, we don’t do anything hotel good.” The waitress was filling my cup with more coffee.
“You two on a road trip?” She asked, setting the pot down on our table. I opened a packet of sugar and mixed it in my cup.
“Where you from that you’re off school?”
“We’re not-” Damon started to say.
“We’re geniuses, we graduated a year ago.”
“...Right. You two ready for your bill?”
“Yeah.” The girl walked away, “Didn’t know I was in the midst of a genius.” Damon said with a chuckle.
“Neither did I, but it’s admirable that neither of us brags about it.” I nodded with a smile as I said it.
“Shit, my mom’s calling.” Damon put the phone to his ear but pulled it away some as his mom started to scream.
“Damon, what the fuck! I told you! I told you not to go! And yet what did you do!? You went! This is the last time this happens! You are now reported as a runaway, and I persuaded Victoria’s father to report her too! When you get home you are grounded for life! Victoria will never be allowed around you again! Hell, I’ll buy a new house and we’ll move away if that’s what it takes to stop this bullshit!”
“Mom. Mom! Calm down, it’s just a road trip. You can’t move us just because of a road trip! You’re being unreasonable!”
“The police are looking for you! They have a list of everywhere she’s dragged you, they’re going to use it to figure out where you’re headed! They said every runaway has a pattern and they’re going to find hers and get you home, even if they have to arrest you to do it! Get. Home. Now. If you don’t want that to happen!”
“This is our last adventure, you’re gonna let her just cut it short. Even if we go back now I’ll never be allowed to see you again and you’ll still get grounded. Might as well continue.” I said as the waitress was hovering around the table with the check and listening. Damon nodded.
“No. I’ll see you soon, I’ll text you every day so you know I’m okay, but I’m not coming home.” He hung up before she could say anything. The waitress set the check down on our table and walked away.
“That’s the first time I think I’ve ever heard you say no. Good for you,” I chuckled.
He let out a deep breath, “I’m so dead when I get home.”
“I think that every time, but look at me, I’m still alive and getting you into trouble.”
“Yeah except your dad doesn’t really care.”
“True.” I took a sip of my coffee.
Damon’s phone dinged, he didn’t check it. Then it dinged again, and again. “You think you’re dad would adopt me?” He said as he finally checked it and powered it off.
“First, no he doesn’t even want me. Second, your mom would have to die before she gave up her baby boy.” I said mockingly. He laughed as I paid the bill and finished eating.
“I wish she’d just leave me alone. Like, this isn’t my first time leaving with you, I always make it home alive.”
“We can change that if you want though?” I joked and we laughed as we stood and started to walk to the car.
“You know what? Sure, lets try and get ourselves killed this time.”
“Done.” I said without missing a beat.
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