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So, here's my second Once fic. It'll be so much happier, considering it's based off of We The King's Check Yes Juliet. If you haven't heard that song, go listen to it right now. It's Rumbelle all the way.
This is sort of a teen AU where Belle just turned eighteen and Rumpel is like twenty one with a car and more money than anyone his age. Hope I don't let anyone down.
Sit back and enjoy!
Love always,
Avoline
"Rupert, you know I can't."
Belle stuffed another shirt into the duffle bag anyway. She had been packing the bag for months, hoping to soon run away with Rupert Gold. But she was worried about hurting her father.
"Come on, Belle," he sighed. "We've been talking about this for months, and your birthday was yesterday." She blinked back tears at the obvious pain in his voice.
"But what will Dad do when he discovers I'm gone," she questioned softly.
"He'll realize that he can't stop true love," Rupert answered. She exhaled loudly.
"He's already changed the locks once, Rupert," she warned. "I don't want him to hurt you."
"Dearie, he would never do that," the Scottish voice soothed. "Not if it meant hurting you in any shape, form, or fashion. If there's one thing he and I agree on, it's you, love." She managed a smile at that. "Look out your window and down the street." She did, and saw headlights flashing five houses down.
"I've got Mum's old Cadillac, and managed to triple that measly $1,ooo my father left me," he continued. "Leave a note or nothing at all. I don't really care. He can change the locks a hundred times; just don't let him change your mind about us." Her smile grew as he spoke three more words that sealed it for her.
"Run, dearie, run."
She grabbed another bag, stuffing as many pairs of shoes in it as she could. She slid her feet into the only pair of sneakers she owned, thankful that she decided to wear her denim mini skirt instead of the black dress. She scribbled a quick note, then grabbed both bags and carefully climbed down her mother's old rose trellis.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she bolted towards the headlights. This was it; she was finally taking control of her life. Her lips found his as soon and she got in the car.
"Where to first, dearie," he inquired, turning the vehicle around and driving towards their future.
"How about Boston?"
