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Context: It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and all you can do now is run away. Towards what? You don't know. You just need to get away from this shitty town at all costs. Even if it means dealing with an asshole or two.

Setting: The train tracks

Tags: [M4A][Enemies to Friends][Kuudere Delinquent Speaker][Runaway Listener][Angst][Running Away][Mean]to[Protective/Kind][VERY Protective][Taking You In][Being Honest][Vulnerable][CW: Implied Suicidal Ideation/Domestic Abuse]

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[Scene opens next to train tracks]

[SFX: The Listener walking over gravel]

[You storm ahead, a single bag on your back and your eyes dead ahead. You’re so focused that you barely hear the one voice you don’t want to hear right now:]

“Hey.”

[Pause]

“Hey! Runt!”

[You turn and glare at the rather built boy sitting on the porch of an abandoned gas station, cigarette dangling off his lips]

[Pause!]

“Pfft, yes. Tis I, your favorite local stoop haunter, trying to fix up this stupid, abandoned gas station to try and breathe back some life into this stupid, shitty, trash town. I’m on break, don’t get on my ass about sitting on the porch and smoking. S’ not like there’s any gas in those old pumps. Also, tell me to fuck off again and I might get up off my ass to come and do something about it.”

[...Pause.]

[He glares at you and stands]

“Alright, Runt, now you’ve done it. You made me get up from a perfectly good ass indent. What’s your problem, huh? You’re moodier than usual…”

[Pause!!!]

[He perks an eyebrow at your anger]

“What, you actually going to take a swing this time? Doesn’t seem like you… Hey… What happened to your eye…?”

[...]

“...No, you don’t have to tell me shit, that’s true… But I know it was your Dad.”

[Pause?!]

[He sighs, exhaling smoke in the cold air]

“I know because he’s a regular at my Mom’s bar, Runt. He’s not exactly the most pleasant person… Did you have a fight with him?”

[...]

[He finally seems to notice the pack on your shoulder]

“You have your crummy backpack… So, what… You’re running away?”

[Pause.]

“... Where you gonna go?”

[Pause.]

[He raises his hands for peace, cigarette dangling off of his lips]

“OK, OK, easy… Look, I know you and I don’t get along… In large part to me. But if I’m the reason, then there’s no need-”.

[SFX: The footsteps stopping]

[You stop, suddenly enough that he almost bumps into you]

“Hey! Why did you stop all of a sudden?”

[You turn to him. This man. And you go off]

[Long Pause]

[SFX: Scattering birds to indicate there is yelling/a commotion]

[When you’re done at last, he stares down at you, unreadable]

“...Why didn’t you tell me it was that bad.”

[Pause?!]

[He shuts his eyes and sighs]

“...No, you’re right. Why would you tell the punk asshole that’s mean to you every day for no good fucking reason… I kind of kept hoping you’d hit me. Push me. Fight back, you know?”

[Pause.]

“Hey, I’m a dick, got it, but let’s not drag my mother into this, alright?”

[Pause!]

[He rolls his eyes]

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll kiss my Dad on the mouth, whatever. Good luck finding the prick.”

[SFX: The footsteps starting back up]

[You turn and continue to follow the tracks. He continues to follow you]

[Pause.]

“No.”

[Pause!!!]

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not out here by yourself, and definitely not this close to nighttime. Look, you can crash on my couch for a bit until we can sort out the rest, alright?”

[Pause?!?!]

[He seems taken aback as you shout at him again]

“...Why am I… being nice now? I… Fuck, I don’t know! I want to protect you! You fill me with this insane fucking need to protect you, and it drives me up the damned wall! Always tripping, always coming to school with bruises, forgetting to fucking eat - how are you even still ALIVE?! Oh yeah, cause some mean dick reminds you to eat. Tries to toughen you up so you can handle the bad shit I can’t see because clearly I’m too fucking stupid to figure out how to be your friend and support you that way! Why!? CAUSE I’M SHIT, OK?!”

[...]

[SFX: The tracks rumbling]

[He looks into your eyes, an odd mix of furious and agonized]

“...Don’t you think I know these tracks don’t go anywhere…? Don’t you realize I know what you were gonna do if I left you here…?”

[...]

[SFX: A distant train horn]

“...Please, give me your hand…”

[...?]

“Because I don’t want to lose you! I want to… I-I don’t know! But the thought of you not walking by each morning, of not hearing all the dumb ways you say my name to piss me off, of… of not being able to try and protect you at school, where at least I can do SOME good! And even though we argue almost all of the time, the times that are chill, the times we’re just… talking? I… I like that. I like it a lot…”

[SFX: More rumbling/a closer train horn]

[Something in him gives way and you see tears well in his eyes]

[Pause…]

“...Please just take my hand… Let’s go home, OK?”

[...]

“Yes. I promise I will do my best to not be an asshole to you anymore, OK? I will slip, but… I’ll try. Now, c’mon, the train’s within sight. Take my hand.”

[Pause…?]

“One step at a time…. Away from the tracks, there you go…”

[You hesitate but, ultimately, take it. He hurries you away and the train thunders by only moments later]

[...]

“...That was close, yeah.”

[You slump to your knees. The day has, at long last, caught up with you]

[SFX: The Listener collapsing]

“Hey! Fuck… You OK? You kind of just…slumped to your knees…”

[...]

“...It’s OK, you don’t have to talk anymore. Here, I’m going to carry you, OK?”

[Pause]

[SFX: Him picking the Listener up]

“There, nnh. Piggyback style. Comfy?”

[...]

“Sorry, I’ll stop asking questions. I’ll just keep saying dumb shit until we’re home. Like, how dumb are doughnut holes? I feel offended at their existence, and even more offended by how delicious they are. Kind of like key lime pie, you know? ‘Excuse you, who said you could make lime good?!’. Food is such a…”

[...Pause?]

[He smiles a little]

“Faff, yeah. I knew you’d know the right word. You’re like a living crossword puzzle.”

[...<3]

“Oh, shut up, don’t thank me. I’m almost guaranteed to have you throwing stuff at me within the first few hours.”

[...]

“...I’ve got you, Runt. And you’ve got yourself a big bodybuilder of a bodyguard, eh? I do a lot with bodies, you see: build ‘em, guard ‘em, make ‘em, bury ‘em, etc. Don’t tell anyone about that last one though, OK?”

[Pause]

“In exchange for pizza? Yeah… Deal. C’mon, let’s get you home. We can just chill and figure things out as we go. Sound good?”

[...]

[It does]

“Good. Hope you don’t mind a few lap cats trying to sleep on your face. Cutest would-be murderers on the planet but, hey, they’ll protect you. Just like me.”

[Pause]

“Of course, I’m gonna protect you. Now that you’re here to stay, I won’t have to rely on ‘tough love’ or whatever that shit is called. Now, you can just be you, and that’s exactly how I want it.”

[...]

[Again, he smiles]

“It’s no problem. But, you’re welcome, Runt. C’mon, let’s get home. That pizza sounds heavenly.”

[Again, it does]

[To be continued?]

Note: Hey, I almost wrote a normal script, lol. Almost.