The Runaway: A Narrative Fiction
- Henrietta rolls her die, moves her game token, and picks up a card. “Interesting, Cthulhu drives you mad by forcing you to look into the abyss. Lose a turn.” Bradley laughs at his sister and she laughs as well, my phone buzzes and I expect that it is Craig. (From Craig) Image attached. (From Craig) Thought I pay you back. Jesus Christ Craig Tucker, I'm not in my bedroom and I'm staring at your torso and dick. A nude bathroom picture is pleasant, but too much of a risk when Bradley is sitting next to me. “Tweek it's your turn,” Henrietta’s smoker voice makes me instinctively hide my phone. “Sorry,” I take the two marble die and roll them. We've been playing for about an hour and I think Bradley should win soon. Finishing
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(From Craig) What are you doing? “Son of a bitch, I was so close to winning.” Thomas admits dropping his cards as Bradley gets to the middle of the board with the right weapon cards. “Good game, you guys.” Henrietta nods as we clean up and organize the board game pieces. “I'll see you guys around, I think I'm gonna walk home. I have homework.” I quickly make an excuse before Bradley and Thomas can suggest anything else. “Alright dude, I'll see you tomorrow.” Bradley gives me a thumbs up. Heading outside, I hit the call button for my favorite cute asshole. He picks up, “What's good, Tweek? Hanging out with Brad?” His vocal fry coming through the speaker. “Yeah where else would I …show more content…
“I got into Denver U.” He tells me, of course I'm going to find out last. “That's great.” I focus on walking as Craig mostly stays quiet on the other line. “I'm almost home, I'll call you back when I'm in my room.” “Okay,” He hangs up. When I open the front door, my parents are sitting in the kitchen eating dinner together. “There he is, congratulations Tweek!” My mother jumps up from the table. “I always knew you'd be an artist son,” My father chirps from the table. My mom lets go of me and hands me my acceptance letter. “I'm really proud of you.” I smile at her and try to not cry. “Thanks, mom. I'm gonna shower real quick and then eat.” This is a lie, I'm going to call Craig first then shower. “Alright, I made a dish for you already, it's in the fridge.” Retreating to my bedroom, I dial back Craig. “Hey, I got into art school.” My heart flutters. “That's amazing Tweek. I can't wait to get out of here.” AN: This is it, thanks for reading Obstacle! I hope the ending is satisfying. I'm fiddling around with a sequel idea for this, but I'm not too certain on what it will be. I made a playlist of all the chapter songs here.
(From Craig) What are you doing? “Son of a bitch, I was so close to winning.” Thomas admits dropping his cards as Bradley gets to the middle of the board with the right weapon cards. “Good game, you guys.” Henrietta nods as we clean up and organize the board game pieces. “I'll see you guys around, I think I'm gonna walk home. I have homework.” I quickly make an excuse before Bradley and Thomas can suggest anything else. “Alright dude, I'll see you tomorrow.” Bradley gives me a thumbs up. Heading outside, I hit the call button for my favorite cute asshole. He picks up, “What's good, Tweek? Hanging out with Brad?” His vocal fry coming through the speaker. “Yeah where else would I …show more content…
“I got into Denver U.” He tells me, of course I'm going to find out last. “That's great.” I focus on walking as Craig mostly stays quiet on the other line. “I'm almost home, I'll call you back when I'm in my room.” “Okay,” He hangs up. When I open the front door, my parents are sitting in the kitchen eating dinner together. “There he is, congratulations Tweek!” My mother jumps up from the table. “I always knew you'd be an artist son,” My father chirps from the table. My mom lets go of me and hands me my acceptance letter. “I'm really proud of you.” I smile at her and try to not cry. “Thanks, mom. I'm gonna shower real quick and then eat.” This is a lie, I'm going to call Craig first then shower. “Alright, I made a dish for you already, it's in the fridge.” Retreating to my bedroom, I dial back Craig. “Hey, I got into art school.” My heart flutters. “That's amazing Tweek. I can't wait to get out of here.” AN: This is it, thanks for reading Obstacle! I hope the ending is satisfying. I'm fiddling around with a sequel idea for this, but I'm not too certain on what it will be. I made a playlist of all the chapter songs here.