Run Run as Fast as You Can: Part 2

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Though I left you with the image of me and my sisters walking off to the park on a beautiful day, smiling at the sheer greatness of this day, that could not last long with our little trio. But hey, that's what siblings are for, right? I mean, I know you're new to our lives, but just try to picture us walking down the street all happy for even five minutes? Couldn't do it could you? Eventually Liz would end up jabbering on about everything that had happened in the past few months, and of course, focus on my embarrassing moments.

"So at the Boxing day party, a couple days after we saw you, Fly started to tail this girl. They had talked a bit at the start of the party, so she didn't think it was too creepy." said Liz to Lilly. Lilly was focused on Lizzy, listening intently. She always does that when she's hearing about me and my love life. She needs to memorize every detail so she can shove it in my face later. I was walking a couple steps behind them. I wasn't too keen on staying close enough to be laughed at directly.

"Actually she later said that it was very cute." I put in for my own benefit. Lilly turned her head to me and glared a little, then I got a swift shhhhing, before she turned back to Liz, after she chuckled a little at the two of us. I wondered if we looked like clowns or something?

"Anyways." said Lizzy, pushing her sandy blond hair out of her bright blue eyes. "So they both end up in the living room, out by the coffee table, Flynn tries to talk to her again. She turns to look at him, and Fly, being the true Casanova he is trips, as he walks closer to her. They collide, but lips lock right before they hit the ground, and a vase of roses that was on the coffee table falls on them!" exclaimed Lizzy. Lilly stopped holding in the laugh she had got at the words "true Casanova". I felt my face get a little red. Less because of the epic tale of how I met Tamira, and more at the fact that Lilly, and everyone in the surrounding five miles had heard it because of Lizzy's loudness. Lilly practically howled with laughter. Yeah, I was screwed. I checked the time on my watch. 12:15. It hadn't been too long since we had left. Five minutes maybe. Jesus. How does my life go so down hill in such short amounts of time? "Well Flynn got his kiss, but ended up apologizing for it nonstop, after they both rung out their clothes, while Tammy kept on insisting that there was no harm done, and actually chuckling about Flynn's persistence." Lizzy finished her story, and Lilly continued to laugh, at what she had been screaming about not long ago.

"Smooth Romeo, real smooth." said Lilly turning at me smiling, and still a bit giggly, as she had not completely gotten over her laughing fit. I confess I was a little embarrassed. I really liked to keep my love life away from Lilly, who could use it to fuel her battering ram of accusation. But I couldn't help but smile at her. It was a funny failure.

"Yeah, and that vase cost me a fortune too." I said chuckling. But I straitened up after a second, and put up my index finger. "But, Romeo got Juliet's number, and they went out for-"

"A few months, as of a couple days ago." Lilly cut in. My good humor wavered long enough to form a glare, but I wouldn't let her get to me with Liz around. But Liz could feel the tension, and realized that this was going to become serious. Her smile fell away.

"Well old Capulet, I suppose that would be your fault, now wouldn't it. With your little rule." I retorted. Lilly glared at me.

"Look who actually payed attention in class for once. Congrats there Flynn." Lilly sneered. I just smirked at her, and gave her a "that's the best you can come up with" roll of the eyes. Liz saved me from having my throat ripped out by Lilly, who was now pissed.

"Why can't we date?" she asked. Lilly turned to her and gave her a somewhat sympathetic look. Like she was a little kid.

"Sweetie, you can date. It's just that you have to-" she began trying to be reassuring.

"But you have to be sure they are "the one" that you can spend your life with." Liz and I said in unison. How many times had we heard that? I lost count at 256. We both rolled our eyes and said. "We know, we know."

Lilly gave me an annoyed look, like I was the only one who had said anything. Lizzy was too Innocent to talk back or something. "It's for our own safety. It's because we're... special, and we can't let anybody know unless we completely trust them." Lilly attempted to explain. I was the biggest violator of this rule, well the except for sharing my specialness. An image of Estelle popped into my head. I dunno why. But I felt a little sad.

Lizzy pouted. "Come on. You know that we can't be completely sure at our age. And I know we're "special" but we're still kids. Why can't we just take a chance?" she insisted. Lilly glared at me, like I was giving her ideas. I put my hands up as a show of innocence.

"Sure we can Lizzy. Just spend some time with them, and if you know that they're meant for you, then go for them." said Lilly smiling. Suspicion hit me. That was a little weird, even for her. Either way, Lizzy was disappointed in this answer.

"Never mind." she mumbled. I came up next to her, and put my arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry. She may be that up tight, but if you play by my book, we'll have you scoring as many guys as you like." I said smiling at her. Lizzy looked up at me and smiled, giggled a little bit, but still, she was happy to hear that somebody didn't want her to plan her life somebody before liking them. Lilly glared at me again. I just smiled, and turned back to Lizzy.

"I see park!" exclaimed Lizzy. She took my arm off her shoulder, and ran up the sidewalk weaving around some people walking in the opposite direction. She then skidded to a halt in front of the park, and ran inside. I laughed a little as she ran, and Lilly did too. How easy Lilly's emotions are to control, it's almost saddening.

"Somebody is restless to see Richard." I said smiling. Lilly turned to me and nodded.

"Let's hurry before she tackles him through a tree." she suggested, and then we both ran after her, apologizing to the startled people who had seen her go by. We rounded the corner into the park, to find a dirt path with trees lining the way to a few play sets. We didn't go down the path to the place where children laughed, and played. We headed off the path and into the woody area. We never went to the play place, the woods in the park were where we hung out every time this year.

The park was relatively open despite the "woods". There were trees that dotted the park, but we liked the denser areas more. Because that's where we found ourselves. In between the trees of Tailor park, five years ago. That's where they found us, and where we went our separate ways. Tailor park was important to us, because it was the last place we we're a family... well hopefully last. Lilly and I walked through the denser parts, and smiled. Even though it was a sad place, we always smiled here. Maybe because it's ironic that such a beautiful place could hold so much pain for us. Or it might be because we can see how far we've come since then, maybe even because we're together again for today, but whatever the reason we smile at this place. Always have, and probably always will. As we came to clearing sort of area, the official meeting place, and where the actual parting of ways happened, we saw Lizzy hugging Richard. Well, if it could be classified as hugging. It was more like pinning him to the ground, and yelling about how much she missed him. I hoped she didn't start actually hugging him, she might make his lungs collapse.

"Hey Ricky! How you been?" I called walking in with Lilly by my side laughing at the pair. Richard looked up at me with a happy yet scared for his life look, in his sea green eyes, his messy black hair was particularly in disorder, probably from being tackled to the ground. But he still smiled, slightly.

"Without injury until now." Ricky replied, and I couldn't help but chuckle. We've debated whether Lizzy actually has a crush on Richard, or if she simply likes to beat the crap out of him with shows of affection. In our whole lives we have never actually figured that out. "Help me up. Please." he pleaded jokingly. Lilly laughed a little.

"I'm not sure it would be safe to intervene." Lilly said, and moving on to simply giggling. I dropped the basket I was carrying, and walked over to the tightly restrained Ricky, and his personal chains, Lizzy. They we're made for each other. For what, I'm not yet sure, but something. Maybe a hot dog stand.

"Liz, food first, then manslaughter." I said, and Lizzy's head turned, and her eyes met mine. She had a look on her that made it seem like she was happy with herself. She faked a pout.

"Alright bro." she said, and got off of Ricky, who started to feel for broken bones. We all laughed at him a bit, but it doesn't hurt to be safe. He was wearing an orange t-shirt with three surf boards lined up on them, a pair of shorts that came to about the base of his knees. They were navy blue, with white parts on the outer parts of both legs, and the shorts looked water proof, and a necklace with a shark tooth on it. Meet Ricky, the lightly tanned surfer dude of our little group. He was a cool kid, and he's 13. Oh! Speaking of age, I forgot to mention, Lizzy is as of today 11, and Lilly and I are both 15, I'm just a few months ahead of her.

"So how was Hawaii?" asked Lilly. As Lizzy and I joined beside her, forming a line facing Ricky.

"It was great! Caught some killer waves!" he exclaimed happily. We chuckled. It isn't fair, he tries not to be stereotypical, he really does, but his family is pretty rich. Not private jet rich, but the kind of rich that'll let you take a lot of trips to the beach, enough to blend with the culture, and bring some extra for back home. He facepalmed and then laughed with us. He was always calm like that, and could always laugh at a shot at himself. "Yeah, it was a great trip." he said smiling. "Oh! And I met a girl out there. I've got her charmed, I think, I was hoping you could give me some pointers on reeling her in." He said directed at me. Lilly got a little annoyed.

"Girls aren't fish Richard you don't reel the-" she began.

"Sure, I've got some tips for ya." I interrupted her. I looked over at Lizzy. Hoping she wasn't about to rip his limbs off. She was still smiling. Point for enjoys annoying. And then at Lilly who was glaring at me. I heard Richard's stomach growl. "I think his innards are encouraging us to eat instead of fight!" I said, hoping to dodge a bullet. "I'll get it ready, and you guys go down to the river." I offered.

"I second that motion." Put in my reliable partner in crime, Ricky.

"I like that plan!" Lizzy added, quickly. Good accomplices come in handy. Lilly sighed.

"Whatever. But I'm hanging back to make sure that you don't sabotage the food, or dig a hole under the blanket so we all fall in it, like last year." she said sternly.

"What do you take me for, a child. And besides that was classic." I replied. Ricky chuckled.

"That was a great picnic." he said in a low tone. Lilly rolled her eyes at Ricky and me.

"It's almost sad that your guess was that accurate." she retorted. I tried to look hurt, I wasn't doing a good job. "Anyways, you guys go to the lake while me and Flynn get the picnic ready." she continued. Lizzy and Ricky ran off towards a lake in the center of the park, with a path surrounding it, just for joggers. "Oh! And Ricky! Don't try and run on the water again! You remember what the nice cop said last time!" she called. Richard turned his head back.

"Come on Lil! That goose was asking for it!" he complained, but didn't stick around to argue. That just left me and Lilly. I took a cliche red and white checker pattern blanket out of my basket, and Lilly got her flower blanket, and Richard's intimidating shark blanket. It was seriously a little creepy, it was showing off it's rows of teeth. It was like a more terrifying version of Bruce from "Finding Nemo". Needless to say, I don't like the water, or it's inhabitants. I even fear putting shrimp in my mouth. Would it be considered irrational to think that it will come back to life, and shred my vital organs? I think not!

"Why do you have to encourage them?" Lilly asked me out of the blue, and pulling me out of my transfixion on the shark. She came over to help me spread my blanket.

"What do you mean encouraging them?" I asked, as we flapped the blanket before putting it on the ground, and flattening it out.

"I mean telling Lizzy and Richard that you'll help them with their love lives. You know that it isn't safe." she replied. I noticed she wasn't angry, just worried. She tossed me half of her sunflower blanket.

"Come on Lilly. They're just kids, and so are we. I mean, you can't expect them to just keep the monkey of the past on their backs. They're going to slip up, and be kids. They can't be like us." I said back, as I unfolded the blanket.

"Us?" she said, and giggled. I chuckled as well.

"Yes us. Don't think that I don't hold all the pain you do. We we're all there, they just didn't understand it as well as we did. They didn't understand what Gavin did like we did. Hell! Lizzy can't even remember who Gavin is half the time!" I said back, our little laugh dying when I started to speak, and we became grim at the mention of Gavin. His face appeared in my mind, his smile, and the scar on his cheek, his bright green eyes, and his almost white messy blond hair. He was happy in that picture in my head, but it still made me sad, to think of him. Lilly flapped the blanket. I didn't say it, but I think I had the feeling even worse than she did. She didn't have to watch the whole thing, and I never told her what had happened.

"I know you do. That's why it's today, isn't it?" she asked. I gave her a quizzical look. She sighed. "Tammy. That's why you broke up with her, that's why you break up with everybody around this time. Because today, you remember what you are." she elaborated. I didn't need to agree with her, she knew she was right. I looked away. We put down her blanket, and worked on Richard's in silence. It almost sickens me that I care this much about what I am, how much of a freak show I am. I shouldn't care, it's hypocritical of me. I always talk about not caring, and that we're free, but I know we aren't. It's just me, dreaming again, and trying to convince others that I'm right. I'm wrong, and I know it. Once we had all of the blankets down, we both sat down on them, back to back, once again in silence. I decided to break it.

"So who's the guy?" I asked. I felt Lilly turn her head.

"What guy?" she asked, not pretending she didn't know, she was a little clueless about what I was talking about.

"The guy that you have a crush on." I replied. I felt her stiffen. I could almost see her smile, if I wasn't turned in the other direction. Okay, so I might have imagined with my large ego, but still, she totally was.

"I shouldn't have even bothered to try and hide it. His name is Josh King. He goes to my school." she said. I had heard of Josh King, surprisingly enough. See Lilly went to this big time private school on scholarship. I hate to admit it, but she's smart. Anyways, Josh King was your standard jock with all the girls swooning over him because he's so sporty and good looking. Not only that, but he was Michael King's son, CEO of King Enterprises, hugely powerful company, which no doubt meant he was extremely rich as well. I hated his guts. Then again, what male my age didn't. I always thought that Lilly was above all of that crap, but apparently not.

"Yeah, I know him. But that's mighty contradictory with all this "the one" crap you pull." I said, trying not to sound angry. Kind of hard not to be angry when you lose bushels of respect for one of the people you trust most. Lilly moved and sat beside me just so I could be sure she was glaring at me.

"Don't judge me Flynn Desmarques. I-I think he might be." she said, blushing slightly. I turned to stare at her wide mouthed.

"Are you sure that we're talking about the same Josh King? The one who quite possibly has twelve separate airports named after him" I asked. Not believing she could be telling the truth. I mean, how the hell does she end up socializing with him at school with so many waves of girls on him? She looked angry again.

"Shut up! It's only two!" she spat back. I was surprised that there was even one airport named after him. "And... well I caught him when he was alone once, and we started talking, and he turned out to be really nice, so we... we kind of became friends." she said, and her face went red again. I rolled my eyes at her. OK so she was serious.

"Oooo la la! Friendship is in the air! Come on Lilly, jump back to the reality you love so very much. It's not like he likes you back or anything. You don't really scream something special." I said. I had pissed her off. She punched my arm.

"Well soooooorry Flit! I can't quite match your flamboyance, because I'd prefer to find somebody who actually interested in me!" she yelled. I didn't wince.

"So the whole not putting yourself out there thing is less than a little protection dome. It's to sort out the pervs from the nice guys too." I replied calmly. Lilly became a little more passive. I sighed. "It's okay to have a crush, and I don't really know him like you do. So just go after him, so you can finally come over to the dark side." I said, trying to cheer her up. She gave me a good hard look to make sure I wasn't playing with her. I just looked away, but something caught my eye. There was a tall guy in a big trench coat, and hat. Like one of those PIs from the movies. But who the hell would dress like that on a day like this? Plus, why would a private investigator go to the park in his dramatic threads. "Weirdo 3 O'clock." I said, the man seemed to turn his eyes this way. Weird shining blue eyes, and his face was covered in shadow, so I couldn't make out facial features, and he had white gloves on his hands as well. He started to walk this way, his walk was weird to, like, like it wasn't human.

"7 O'clock, and 11 O'clock too." Lilly put in. And sure enough, guys in the same kind of clothes we're coming our way too, all with the same glowing eyes. We both stiffined. "En guard?" she asked.

"Yeah." I replied, as they came closer, they were fixed on us. Whoever they were they weren't much for incospicuisy. "Of all the days." I muttered. Lilly noded. We looked from one guy to the other. Tension built up as they got closer. I clenched my fists, and Lilly clenched hers. Then, they were in front of us, surrounding our triangle of blankets. We both stood up. "Excuse me sirs. We we're just sitting here and would really appreciate it if you-" I stopped as creepy guy 3 O'clock, well formally, had knives drop out from his wrists. They were more like short swords, the lenght of his forearms, and I had to give him points for having abnormally long forearms. "OK, so diplomacy just got flushed down the toilet." I said, looking at his unchanging completely blue eyes. nothing but blue, glowing blue. He made a shrill mechanicle cry. I ignited my fist in flames. "Bring it!" I challenged. The man moved more quickly than I had expected, like, really freaking fast. He lunged at me trying to make a downwards cut across my chest. I narrowly dodged to the left "Jesus!" I screamed, as his wrist blade plunged into the ground. His head turned to me, to his left, and his eyes were still emotionless and glowing blue, but I could see his annoyed attitde in his movements. He used his free hand and thrust his knife at me, I was still surprised at his speed, but I snaked around his arm, and got behind him, grabbing onto his left arm, and started to punch his face repeatedly with my flaming fist. But when I punched him, it was hard, it wasn't like flesh. It was hard, and solid. It was like punching steel, and he didn't even react to my punches. His face would move, but it was like he didn't feel pain. After one of my seventh punch his hat flew off, and then I saw it. He was metal, his entire head. Just metal. There were scres here and there, and his face was somewhat like a human's, but he had no mouth, just vent this vent. and his eyes, they were like freaking lightbulbs. "Oh you are fucking kidding me. Robots!" I exclaimed. The metal man swung his arm with tremendous force, and I flew off, and hit a tree. My vision went blurry for a second but then I saw the whole scene in front of me. My own titanium buddy walking towards me with both blades out, ready to kill, and Lilly, who clapped her hands together, and as they pulled apart, a stream of blue electricity flew between them. The other two robots now had their own weapons out, and Lilly looked back at me. We locked eyes. They had found us. Our time for a normal life was over now. The chase was back on, it was time for us to start running again, if we even survived this.

Run Run as Fast as You Can: Part 1

I like sleep. I like sleep a lot. I like sleep because it provides a prologue, sorry it's a good place to dream, and because the rest of the day sucks. When you get up in the morning you hope for a good day, and feel all rested, and on rare occasions, ready to take on the world. Those hopes are crushed once you get to school/work. It's at that point that this day would be the same day as the day before that and the day before that and the day before that and so on and so forth, exclude all holidays and vacations from this list. Same people, same things, same places. Then you get home, and most likely repeat the routine that keeps you from starving, or to fend off all of the boredom that life lays on your plate. Then at the end of the day which drags on soooooo long, you're finally stoned enough to think "Maybe tomorrow will be better" and dreaming starts again. A reality better than our own. Where everything is the way it should be, well in the eyes of the dreamer.

But as always, the world, being the little bitch it is, wakes me early. Oh so conveniently there was a line of sunlight washing over only my eyes. Don't you hate it when objects, specifically blinds hate you. I squint a little to see a girl lifting one of the segments of my curtain, and by the way she was standing she was nowhere near happy. Correction, don't you hate it when you're siblings hate you, and wake you up early to show it? I sure do. But Lizzy didn't really do this sort of thing without a reason. And judging by the look on her face, she had a reason to be pissed.

"Date." She demanded.

"Uhhhhh. June 25th." I replied slowly. I'm not quite as witty when I'm sleepy. Just throwing that out there.

"Correct for once." Lizzy said, with a highly noticeable annoyed edge. "And what happens on June 25th?" she continued.

"No more school?" I said, instinctively raising my fist. I seriously had no idea what she was talking about, but it was important.

"No moron." She answered, as if I had just said the answer to 2+2 was fish. She sighed, defeated, as most do when my veil of faked idiocy falls over them. "To save some time, it's my birthday Fly."

I sat up in my bed and tilted my head to the right. "Your what now?" I said smirking. Lizzy crossed her arms, and stomped her foot, which made the entire room shake, which was odd considering her size, but if you knew her like I did, you would understand.

"Please just shut up and get you're ass down stairs, before I have to kick it there." she said angrily, before storming off to the door. I was still smirking, quite pleased with myself.

"Awwww, so you do love me." I replied, still trying a little to piss her off. She stiffened, and spun on her heel, she was so pissed. Yep I had hit a nerve. She glared at me, vicously, but then added a toothy grin.

"Well Flit, we all no that's a lie. But of course mom has a soft spot for little pricks like you." she snarled. This was my cue to back off, but I still smirked at her. Not a smart move to make when she's this mad, but what can I say? I'm a risk taker. But I didn't come back. She just gave me a disgusted look, and then turned back, heading for the stairs.

I sighed. Then furiously turned and punched my pillow. I hate hate hate that name. Flit. That wasn't my name, not anymore. I am Flynn. Flit was somebody else, that wasn't me. But my teen angst could wait. I checked the clock. 11:37 AM.

"Shit. I hate it when I can't sleep in." I muttered, and slowly got out of bed, and headed to the door where a towel hung on my door. Though I didn't act it I had this entire day memorized, what we would do, and who we would be seeing. The other two would be here soon. 12:00 is when Lilly said that they would come. And for Lilly that meant sharp. Richard would most likely be late. I smiled a little. That was so like them. I walked out the door clad in plaid pajama pants, and then headed down the hall focused on a white door with a tiny scorch mark, a pyro maniac me had made there a long time ago. I took a quick shower, an act where I wont go into detail, but where I continued to dream, day dream of the day to come. I wanted everything to be perfect. I got out of the shower, and brushed my teeth, after trying to find a roughly three minute long song on my iPod. I pushed the minutes today and went with "Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chilly Peppers. I looked in the mirror, my short dark red hair still found a way to look wild, and my peepers looked as light green as ever. Other than that my long bony face looked in tact. And if I may say so myself, I looked damn fine. Other than that, I think I'll just throw in that I'm about six feet, you know, I couldn't really find an excuse.

After this I went back to my room, and checked the clock, 11:59. If I hurried. I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, a black belt, and a smiley face shirt. I grabbed my phone, and wallet, and shoved them in my pockets. I took out my phone. I didn't want it today, and I wouldn't need it. I walked down the narrow hallway once more turned at the door to the bathroom, and walked down the stairs. At the bottom, I looked through the sliding doors, that were almost completely windows, except for a white frame with handles into mom's studio, as she worked with a determined face. Her long silky black hair was in a poney tail to keep it out of her face as her tall skiny body hunched over her drawing table, which was rarely used. Estelle Desmarques rarely drew, she was a painter, even though her strenght was drawing. She never accepted that. She was just that stubborn. She was told that she had an amazing talent for sketching, and for pencil work, she asked about her painting. They said she was good, but that she could really go somewhere with her drawing. Naturally, she pursued painting instead.

Estelle had heard me walking down the stairs, she turned her head and smiled. at me, pushing back her small round glasses. I couldn't help but smile back. She could make the world bright no matter what the circumstances with that smile. Scrooge himself could not resist. Her eyes were olive green. Light, and a color that was not usually pretty, but she could pull it off.

She came to the door still smiling. "Good morning Flynn, have a good sleep?" she asked. She didn't even seem angry that I had just gotten up.

"Yeah. Thanks Estelle." was all I said. I noticed that unlike the usual, she wasn't wearing ratty painting clothes, but a long black dress, and a necklace with a topaz at the center, with matching ear rings. But she got a bit of a sad look in her eyes when I had called her by name. I needed to cover myself.

"What's the occasion?" I asked. playing a little dumb. Her smile never faded even if she was sad, but mine had. It was sad that I could never call her mom to her face, I don't know why, I just can't.

"Well it is your sister's birthday, so I thought I would dress up a bit. And if there is one thing I like about drawing, it's the lack of mess." Estelle replied, with her thick Itallian accent. I smiled at her, and nodded in agreement.

"Ciao bella!" called the farmiliar voice of Angelo Desmarque AKA: Dad. He walked out of the kitchen and towards Estelle and they met eyes, and they both looked so happy, and so loving. A shining in his blue eyes, and huge smile, and to see Estelles look I would just have to imagine her face with the same look. Angelo had short curly black hair, and roundish face, but a roman nose came out in front of him.

Now to understand why I look so different from my two parents, then you need to know that we are in fact not blood related. Not even me and Lizzy, though we've known each other most of our lives. We we're adopted five years ago, but that's another story. I watched the couple, that still looked as care free as teenagers, kiss. I have to say it was kind of cute. They we're easily the most happy married couple I'd ever seen, and the coolest. I had a cool artist mom, who could name any pop culture reference current and twenty years before she was born, and a university english teacher dad, who could really rock at guitar. Plus they we're just cool parents in general.

"I've gotta go. Angelina needs some help." said Angelo, a little sad.

"Ugh, another boy friend gone? You're sister really needs to learn to hold onto a man." replied Estelle, teasingly.

"Want to give her some pointers?" asked Angelo, smiling at her, and put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck.

"You know how much I would love to, but I have to stay here with the kids." she replied jokingly, but still like she was letting somebody down.

"We can watch ourselves, plus we we're going to head out anyways." I put in. It might be better not to have them both around anyways. Today was... private.

Estelle didn't quite pick that up, but Angelo got it. "Yeah. You'll have your time to smother you're daughter later, let's go to Angelina." he said, trying to convince her to leave.

Estelle got a little panicky, as Angelo playfully pushed her along. She had a worried look on her face, like we would be kidnapped if she weren't there. "Don't hesitate to call, and don't go too far from the house, and-"

"We'll be fine Estelle." I said, chuckling a little, and Angelo joined in. We all knew how protective Estelle was. It was a little needless though, and Angelo knew it too. They had come to the pair five years ago after a "kidnapping", as the police had called it. They we're tough.

Estelle looked at me with tears in her eyes. Now I felt kind of bad. "I love you Flynn, protect Lizzy." she said. I resisted the urge to laugh at the last part of the statement, Liz hardly needed protecting.

"I will. I love you too Estelle." I said. A little forced, but I guess it was true. Or I at least owed her enough to lie. She smiled at me, and my heart hurt a little. Yeah, I lied, I'm pretty sure. I couldn't meet her teary eyes, but she remained oblivious. She was pushed out the door after Angelo gave me a thanking look. It meant a lot to him too. And once they we're gone, I turned around and headed in the direction that Angelo had come. The kitchen. I looked at the clock as I came in the door. 12:06, apparently Lilly's perfect time was finally-

"You're late asshole." said Lilly, sitting in a chair near the door. I pretended like I hadn't nearly jumped up in the air in surprise. It couldn't fool her though, I knew that. I gave her a one over, it had been months since we had last seen each other. She still had long light brown hair running down to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hazel eyes were oddly angry. Who am I kidding, around me that isn't uncommon, but the way she looked at everybody else, with kindness and caring, it was obvious I was one of her pet peeves, but I could live with that. She wore jeans, a pink tank top with a flowers here and there, underneath a denim jacket. A silver butterfly necklace with some sort of crystal imitation on the center, and wings. And for shoes, a pair of plaid converse. Other than that she wore no make up, which wasn't surprising for her. She was my good old Sarah Plain and Tall.

"What did I do this time?" I asked. Lilly glared at me, then stood up. I hate it when she stands up, she makes a point of being just as tall as me, all the time. It's creepy, I have this feeling she is affecting her growth with sheer will power. But she is always as tall as me, no matter what.

"I got a call from Tammy." Lilly replied. "You're as of the end of the school year, which was what, three days ago, ex girlfriend. She screamed at me about how I was a giant flaming bitch for stealing you from her." she continued furiously I could see a sort of fire in her eyes. Something that was common between the two of us. I glanced at the clock. 12:07. Half an hour up, and I have gone through this much bull shit. Admirable isn't it?

"I do not know how she got you're information, I swear, and you have no worry of me being stolen by you. I mean, come on, I can do so much better." I said sarcastically, but evenly. Her glare became more intense.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about Flit! You know why I have a problem with this! Because you did it again! You have to stop drawing these girls in!" she screamed. We had had this fight so many times before that I just stood there, staring at her, not even caring about her calling me Flit, that was actually used in the appropriate context. "You have to stop pretending to love them! You can't just go about with anybody whenever you want!" she continued. That got to me.

"What the hell do you know Lilly! You weren't there! You don't know how I felt about Tamira! And you certainly don't know anything about why I had to leave her!" I screamed, losing my cool. It had been worn down more than usual today, and Lilly just... she had that effect on me. She could make me lose control.

"I fucking know why you had to leave her Flit! Don't say I don't! The date on it's own tells me why! This happens every fucking year! You know why you can't date unless you are absolutely sure! It's too dangerous!" she yelled, our voices ran through the house, I tried to imagine what Lizzy was thinking, but stopped as soon as Lilly stopped her little yelling part, because it was my turn.

"It's been 'too dangerous' for five years now Lilly! We can stop now! It's over! We've let that hell hole rule our lives even after we left it behind us! Why can't we finally just be normal! Like we dreamed of, like we're supposed to be, like why we even left!" I yelled. She slapped me, and my face turned to the window. It was a nice day outside. I turned back to her, and saw a little bit of moisture at the bottom of her eyes. They were now sad eyes, still angry, but hurt as well.

"Don't you dare say that Flynn. Don't you dare. It'll never be safe, and you know it. Gavin should have at least taught you that much." she said, on the verge of sobbing. She wouldn't. She wouldn't let me see her that vulnerable. She covered her face, and I came closer to her, and wrapped my arms around her. She normally wasn't this emotional, but when she was she needed a boost.

"Stop crying. You look more like shit when you do that. And Lizzy needs you to be strong." I told her. This was my special brand of pick me up. Lily understood. "You're right. She said, wiping away what little bit of tearing there was. I heard Lizzy coming down the stairs, and let go of Lilly. Liz rounded the end of the staircase and looked us both. She had obviously heard the yelling, otherwise she would have ran over and greeted Lilly properly, instead she just said. "Ricky called. He's meeting us at the park." Lilly smiled at her sweetly.

"That's great." she said, always happy to see Lizzy. "Shall we go then?" she asked both of us. I knew half of this was an act, but I went along with it.

"Sure, yeah, let's go." I said, grabbing a picnic basket that Angelo had made. I checked to make sure that he had packed some cool Itallian thing. Angelo never disappoints. There was pasta, and some home made real pizza, and the full authentic Itallian deal. Lilly grabbed her own bag.

Lizzy smiled at us, for at least trying to get along. And the three of us headed out the door, all wearing smiles on the gorgeous day in June. We wore smiles for Liz's birthday, but we all secretly frowned internally at the anniversarry we should be celebrating.

(This was supposed to be longer and actually explain some stuff, but I cut it short to post it today. I'll see about getting up a part two for tomorrow, that will basically be the stuff that I was going to add to part two.)

Run Run as Fast as You Can

I like to dream. Well, more remember, remember our victory, a victory five years old. The one I relive over and over in my hand, as it seemed at it's best parts. Our escape, our getaway, our supposed happily ever after. But the lesson they omit from the fairy tales is that there is no happily ever after. There is one fairy tale that shows it the best. My favorite fairy tale because it rings true, and cuts out the bull shit. The gingerbread man. My favorite line is "Run run as fast as you can" because that sums up life. Our life especially, life is a run. It's running away from everything, because there isn't another thing you can do. You just need to keep running and running, for your life, until you slip up, and get gobbled up by the fox.

But I still like to dream. Dream that there is a happy ending. Change the memory so that we didn't go out seperate ways. We stayed together, and stayed a family. That we lost every evidence of that terrible place. That we could just live a normal life, and never look back. I change it to our happily ever after. But I know that there won't be one. Even if we got a long rest, we'll still need to run, and keep running for the rest of our lives. My name is Flit, and this is our run.