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fic: let's run away. [1/?]

Title: let's run away.
Rating: PG-13 (for now.)
Word count: 1917.
Characters/Parings: Andrew/Jesse.
Summary: Small Town AU. Jesse and Andrew live in a small town they both want to escape from. It's not always that easy, though - or is it?
Author's Notes: The small town thing has been done before, but idk, inspiration hit. This chapter ends really oddly because I ended up getting distracted, but there may be more to come. 

For Jesse, there was nothing quite as familiar as the scent of pollen, baked dirt, and his best friend Andrew’s shampoo. The same three things, telling him constantly just how repetitive and mapped out his life was. It was ironic, really, that the three things that were reminding him of just how caged in he was, were his favorite smells.

Jesse had lived in the same small town his whole life. The population was so small that everyone was basically related, or destined to be. A country town, of course, permanently covered in a layer of dust and hazy heat waves. The town moved so slow it was damn near criminal, like a lazy leaking tap, dripping away like a background noise. Because that’s what this place was - a background noise to everything. No one cared about the town except for the residents, it had no true meaning or value to anyone who was lucky enough to be outside it. Another thing about the size - it made leaving near impossible. Jesse dreamed about escaping more often than he’d like to admit, but doing so wouldn’t be possible. Every disapproving mother would come out with their clicking tongues, every elderly citizen watching with something that looked like sadness in their eyes, children with sticky fingers and innocent faces, everyone everyone everyone. Everyone would know, or want to know, or need to know all the reasons why. Jesse didn’t have those reasons. All he had was a faded red pickup truck and restless legs and a mind that wanted more than this. God, he wanted more than this.

Lying in his room, Jesse pushed his hair off of his damp forehead, the fan he’d plugged in to the wall doing nothing but circulating hot air around the small space. He shed his shirt, the fabric clinging to his back like a needy toddler before he tossed it onto the ground. Jesse wasn’t comfortable with his body, he wasn’t comfortable with much about himself, but it was too hot for him to think about it too much. The window was open, but Jesse knew that was a more than fruitless effort, because the only kind of breezes that rolled through town were full of pure heat. If he craned his neck a little, he could see out into the backyard. It was a graveyard, though, nothing but spindly remains of what used to be. There was a bent, shriveled tree that had died many summers ago, the branches nothing but fragile reminders of the past. The grass was parched, a sickly yellow shade that reminded Jesse of acrid vomit and hospital wards. There wasn’t much else, only a few weeds that has sprung up over the years, but the heat wasn’t kind to them either, and they looked about as withered as Jesse felt.

Jumping a little when he heard the front door open, Jesse blinked the drowsiness out of his eyes, pushing himself up and padding out into the living room. It was Andrew, of course it was. No one else would come inside without knocking. Jesse raised his hand in greeting, collapsing onto the sunken couch and raising his knees to his chest.

“Hey, Jess.” Andrew greeted him, kicking off his shoes and wiping the sweat from his forehead. Jesse noted the slight smudges of dirt on his face, the way his body puckered beneath him. He looked exhausted, and his drooping eyes said he felt it, too.

“How was work?” Jesse asked, sounding every bit like a stay-at-home wife.

Andrew had an apprenticeship with the local builder, and he’d been working all summer, earning next to no money and doing a hell of a lot of manual labor. It was wearing him to the bone, both Andrew and Jesse knew that, but Andrew had to have something he could do when he finished high school. Jesse planned to commute to the city and attend college, if money allowed it, but that was a while away yet.

“Work was okay. How was your day?”

Jesse sighed, because Andrew never liked to admit he was tired, or aching, or whatever the hell else. Letting his legs down, Jesse gestured for Andrew to sit on the ground in front of him. Andrew obliged, Jesse cracking his fingers before setting to work on Andrew’s shoulders. They were every bit as tense as they looked, Jesse working his fingers over the material of Andrew’s shirt. Andrew let out a sigh, relaxing into Jesse’s soothing hands, feeling the tension slip away as Jess kneaded his muscles. “Thanks, Jess.” Andrew murmured, allowing the tiredness he was feeling to wash over him, his eyes drifting shut.

“You can go sleep in my room. I’ve got some stuff to do, I’ll wake you up later on.” Jesse untangled himself from the couch, pulling Andrew up and sending him down the hall. Andrew looked like a dead man walking, though he managed to send Jesse a tired, grateful look before disappearing behind Jesse’s doorway.

Andrew deserved sleep. He deserved a lot of things, really. He deserved more than this washed up town and pipe dreams and a builders apprenticeship. Jesus Christ, he deserved so much more.
It was 11 PM when Andrew came back into the living room, his hair even wilder than it had been before, a drowsy look on his face. “You didn’t wake me up.”

Jesse shrugged. “You looked tired.” Jesse, when Andrew had been asleep, had made dinner, showered and redressed, watched mindless television, and thought. “There’s pasta in the microwave if you want it. It might need a little reheating, though.”
Andrew smiled widely at Jesse, going into the kitchen. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” he called as he reheated the pasta. Jesse smiled a little to himself, and thought the very same thing about Andrew.

Ten minutes later, after Andrew had wolfed down the remainder of the pasta, the two boys went outside. The air was still stifling, of course it was, despite the fact it was almost half past 11 at night. Andrew laid down on the grass, ignoring the rough scratchiness of it, and giving Jesse a beseeching look that said ‘lie down, asshole’. Jesse grinned a little, lying down next to his best friend and looking up at the sky.
It was beautiful, Jesse would give it that. The stars were breathtaking, diamonds scattered across the inky darkness like beacons of hope. It was like new life, a beautiful collage of discovery, fresh beginnings.

“I’ve missed this.” Andrew muttered, his eyes cast upwards, reflecting everything he was watching.

“So have I.” Jesse admitted. It had been a while since they’d hung out, with Andrew working, and other things that just got in the way. Jesse could’ve cried at how familiar it all was. All he could smell was Andrew’s damn hair, baked dirt, and pollen, and all he could see was the sky. It was like watching a movie he’d seen a thousand times.

“Do you ever want to get away, Jess?”

“Get away from what?” Jesse played dumb. This was dangerous territory. Too dangerous for him to talk about. He didn’t want to plant seeds into his own head, not when they could spring into millions of plans and ideas that would do absolutely nothing but taunt him.

“Here. This. Everything.” Andrew was no longer watching the sky, his gaze had turned to Jesse, his eyes boring holes in Jesse’s skull and piercing his soul like they always did on nights like this.

Jesse shrugged slightly, keeping silent. He could’t afford to do this.

“Don’t shrug like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Jesse. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I see it, I always see it. You want to escape this place just as much as I do.”
And it was done. Andrew’s words seeping through Jesse’s skin and into his blood stream, traveling around his body at a million miles an hour. “Of course I want to get out of here. But we can’t.”

Andrew laughed, but it was wilder than how he normally did. He sat up, looking up at the sky and then turning back to Jesse. “Why not? What’s really stopping us—Jess. What the fuck is really stopping us?” he asked, his voice pleading by the end of his sentence.

“I..” Jesse intended to list reasons why it was impossible, why it was a stupid idea and why they shouldn’t, couldn’t, and wouldn’t. “I don’t know.” was all he managed to come up with instead.

Andrew jumped up, looking triumphant. “Exactly, Jess! There’s no reason we can’t leave! We can take the money I’ve got from working, we can use your car, we can just drive. We can leave and not look back. C’mon, Jess, don’t tell me you don’t want too.”

“I.. Andrew, Jesus.” Jesse was struggling to argue, struggling to tell him no when it all sounded so.. Do-able.

“Jess, I know you want too. Just say yes. We can go, Jess. We can grab the keys and go right now. Just say the word.” Andrew eyes were flashing, a smile on his face. He knew Jesse, he knew him better than anyone. And he knew just how much Jesse wanted to get away.

Jesse knew exactly how Andrew was feeling. Adrenaline pumping through his veins like a drug, excitement, fear, restlessness. All of it piling up into something that refused to be ignored.

“C’mon, Jess. We can go anywhere! The city, the sea, wherever. You can write like you’ve always wanted too, I can act.. We can do it.. Just tell me I’m crazy and I’ll stop. Tell me I’m crazy and we can act like I never said any of this.”

But it was far too late for that. Jesse couldn’t act like Andrew hadn’t just said all of that, and he wouldn’t act like it, either. “Okay.” he murmured, raising his eyes to meet Andrew’s gaze. “Okay.” he repeated, his voice stronger this time.

“Okay—Okay?!” Andrew yelped, his face breaking into a grin as he jumped in the air, fist pumping and whooping. Reaching out, he took Jesse’s hand in his, pulling him up and pulling him into a hug. “We’re really doing it, Jess.” he muttered, stepping back and looking at Jesse, eyes shining. “Okay. Grab your stuff. We’ll have to stop at my house for a couple of minutes to grab my stuff. We’re really fuckin’ doing this!” he laughed gleefully, punching a fist into the air.

Jesse laughed, the noise sounding loud in his ears as he stumbled inside, going up to his room. He looked around for a few seconds, unsure of - well, everything. What was he supposed to take? Shaking himself out of his state, he grabbed a bag out of his closet, grabbing mostly clothing and shoving them in. He grabbed a couple of things from the bathroom, a few books, and a photograph of his mother that was sitting on top of a cabinet in the hallway. Andrew was standing at the door, keys jingling in his hands, excitement in his eyes. Taking a few seconds to look around the living room, he gave a silent goodbye to what had been his home his whole life, before switching off the lights, and following Andrew outside. Locking the front door, Jesse looked over his home, closing his eyes for a moment before turning, and getting into the pickup truck next to Andrew.

It was time to escape.


This looks great!

Hope you write more soon! :)
Good start!!

More please!!
this is great! I cant wait to read what happens next. :D