INICIAR SESIÓN93. MARLON "Pankcakes and coke before eight? This is so unhealthy," I sigh, but I don't stop eating. This is so good that it feels like I'm doing something wrong. My father would be horrified. Luther chuckles, but he doesn't say anything as he hurries with the food. The place is not yet filled, and we want to leave before more people come. This town is called Pensville, and neither one of us have been here before. I thought nothing really happened in Densberry, but here it is even worse. It's even less populated. Luther is looking down at the map on his tiny phone. "Here," he turns it to point out something on the screen to me. "If we are quick enough, we are going to make it to Canton, for their Fall festival." I take his phone and zoom the map with two of my fingers. "Luther, I thought we were trying to be discreet." "Yeah, in Densberry, but no one knows us here. Besides, we are going to be in our hoodies. No one will pay any attention to us." He is done with his coke, s
92. MARLON My jaw falls on the ground when I see the jeep that is more coloured rust than the original yellow colour. Larissa and Luther have been leaning on the car, but they push away as soon as they see William and I walking towards them. "What the fuck..." I murmur. "Marlon! How do you like her?" Larissa runs her hand over the hood of the car. "The cost is ten beers to get my uncle to give it to us!" "She's called Stella," Luther adds with a sly smile. "What do you think of her?" "I think she is pretty bad!" I run my hand over my neck. "I mean, look at her. How sure are we that she is not going to break down on us?" Larissa gasps, as if I have insulted both her and her uncle's jeep. "How dare you, Marlon Gustave? Stella has never broken down a day in her life!" "We checked her, she is finer than she looks," Luther says. "As long as she has a full tank and water, she is going to be fine." William is the mechanic when it comes to the two of us, so he lifts the hood and m
91. LUTHER "Larissa, that's such a beautiful name!" My mother hands Larissa a warm cup of chocolate. Larissa is smiling sweetly, and perched on one of our couches. This is the first time I'm ever bringing a friend home, and I've never been more appreciative that my mother chose to take a chunk out of our savings, and get us a better place. "Miss Wayne, I must say your house is very beautiful and homey," Larissa looks around. "No wonder Luther never leaves the house! It's like a cute heaven!" Mum's cheek turns red, and waves her off gently. I'm sure she has never heard that kind of compliment since we got on the run..."And you are so young too! I didn't believe that you were his mother, I was convinced that you were his pretty older sister and that Luther was trying to pull my legs!" Mum laughs heartily and points to Larissa, "Did you hear that, Luther? She thinks I'm young and pretty!" "Okay, that's enough, Larissa," I roll my eyes as I cross my legs. "Mum, don't let all of
90. LUTHER "What?" Before I can stop Marlon, he takes out his phone and sends out some texts. "What are you even doing?" I try to take his phone, but he holds it above my reach. "Calling for reinforcement," he says. "This road trip will be the best thing we do as a couple," "Marlon, we can't just get up and go on a road trip!" I shake my head, kissing my teeth. "It's Thursday!" "That means tomorrow, the weekend begins! If we can plan this in the next one hour, we are going to be fine. We will be back on Sunday so, nothing to fear." He tells me. The rusty door of the gymnasium opens loudly, and Marlon pokes his head to wave to whoever it is he texted to come. "What the hell are you guys doing in this dump?" "Gosh, it looks a century old!" My eyes enlarge. "Larissa and William. They are the reinforcement?" Marlon raises his eyebrow before going out to meet them, I reluctantly have to follow behind him. Everyone knows I'm gay, duh, but no one knows that Marlon and I are a thi
89. MARLON When I sent the text message to Luther, telling him to meet me in the old gymnasium behind the school, that will soon be demolished, I didn't expect that he would actually show up. He appears by the door, his nose slightly raised because he doesn't want to be in this filthy and dusty hall. "I'm sorry it's not fancy, it's the safest place I know here," I stand up from the old drum I was sitting on. "That doesn't mean that anyone may not be lurking," he answers. "Trust me, no one is. It's forbidden and anyone found would get suspension." "Oh," Luther stops in his tracks. "Sounds like we shouldn't be here too," "Yeah, those don't apply to us, Luth. Come on," I grab his arm and start to gently pull him to the back. The old chairs have been stacked high like towers, so we can stand behind them for extra assurance. No one is going to see us from here now. "Okay, I'm here now. Why have you called me?" He asks. I take out the small jotting pad from my pocket and give it
88. LUTHER I end the call and toss my phone to the bed, like it has suddenly turned into a red-hot brick. My heart is thumping like a drum, and I think I'm going to pass out on the ground. Surely I didn't hear him properly. Boyfriend? Is he pulling my legs? Just as fast as I threw the phone away, I pick it up and dial his number again. "Luther?" "Yeah, I'm here." "Did you hear what I said?" "I did," my eyes are tightly shut. "Or I think that I did. What you said doesn't make any sense..." "I know you're going to say that, honestly, I also think that it's crazy, but who are we kidding? We are meant to be!" "Marlon..." "You and I are always fighting like an old married couple, and yet we just can't stay away from each other. After what happened with Oskar, I think it's a sign..." "A sign?" My hand goes behind my neck. "Just be my boyfriend, okay? Stop making it fucking weird, Luth!" He groans. "You're the one making it weird! You're the one who asked first! I don't know h
48. MARLON Luther! That slut has been flirting with someone else. I'm not overreacting, but why would anyone get him a rose for Valentine's day if it wasn't true? I mentally write all the lists of ‘suspicious’ males in the school, and I start a full blown investigation all in my head. I weigh t
MARLON I had no idea that my father came back into the country last night. I thought I heard Maybelline squeaking when she welcomed him back home, but I thought that it was just a dream. Until I look out of the window and watch the staff greeting him, and a scowl leaves my lips. It's not like I
JANAE My knees and wrists are numb because I've been scrubbing these hard floors for over two hours. This diner is a shit hole, and people are actually saying it aloud. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and immediately, I sigh when I see the message. Another cut on our salary. This is ridiculous
LUTHERThis is different. This is pleasant. I'm always used to Marlon leaving as soon as we are done, but here we are, my head against his chest, and I can't believe that Marlon Gustave is cuddling me. He feels like a ripped teddy bear, and his arm is protectively against my body. Hell, he even k



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