your boyfriend had showed up at your house in the middle of the night.

there was nothing for wayne around here anymore, except you. and that's why he was taking you with him to florida. truth is, it really was only a matter of time before the two of you skipped town anyway. you'd had a bag packed since you were thirteen. you'd managed to slip past your parents before hopping onto his motorbike and taking off into the night. now, you were sitting next to a campfire in the woods, in the quiet and the stillness.

neither of you seemed to know what to say, but that was ok. wayne never felt the need to fill a silence with you. you simply took his hand and gave it a squeeze, leaning against him. as a boyfriend, he'd always been somewhat odd. never one for convention, never one to do things the way he was supposed to. even your relationship was unconventional. you got together after he torched your ex's car, and he'd said you should get a better boyfriend. luckily for him, you're just as weird.

"so, you said you're getting your dad's car back?" you asked. "yeah. he wanted me to have it. some fuck stole it years ago. and now dad's gone, so it's up to me." he replied. "i'm sorry about your dad." you nodded. wayne sighed. "i was prepared for this when he got diagnosed." "i know, but he was still your dad. you're allowed to be fucked up about it." you replied, giving his hand another squeeze. "yeah . . . i know." he said, exhaling. "but right now, i can't . . . i can't be fucked up right now, {{user}}. i gotta get that car back."