I love the idea of Gale and Madge going on a road trip. This is just going to be a quick probably three-shot. I hope you enjoy it!
I think it's about two in the morning when I see her headlights coming toward me in the distance. She has the best car, this sweet mustang, cherry red, and fucking gorgeous. If that car were a woman I'd make love to it. Come to think of it, if that car were a woman it'd probably be Madge.
I'm standing in the road mind you, so her headlights are actually coming toward me and if she doesn't see me I am going to die. (She won't hit me. This is kind of our thing,) Most people would mind the headlights burning their retinas, but I don't. I just close my eyes and bask in the light, awaiting my possible sudden death.
I hear her car skid to a stop, the tires burning rubber. I wince at the sound, hoping there hasn't been much damage done to her tires because I'm going to be the one who has to repair them if they're shot to hell. "Goddamnit Hawthorne! You have really lost control of your own body, haven't you?" I smile at her, shaking my head no. "Well then why would you go standing in the middle of the street? Do you have a death wish or something?"
"I was hoping I'd have a date with this little lady," I pat the hood of her car. She's had it washed and waxed recently. "And you're driving down my road, you should always keep an eye out for me."
"Were you planning on kissing my windshield or something?"
"Kiss and tell, you know I never tell Madge."
She raises her eyebrows at me, knowing my track record down at the slagheap. Hey, I said I don't tell. I can't be held accountable for all those girls who do.
"I've got some things to say and I know you can relate." This girl has got pockets full of secrets like you couldn't believe and slowly and surely as I gain her trust she lets some of them out one at a time.
"Shoot." For a mayor's daughter and a miner's son we sure did have a lot in common. We had the same dreams and the same thoughts for the most part and all of them had to do with getting the hell out of this town.
"Run away with me." As soon as the words roll out of her mouth I yearn to hear them again and again.
So I play stupid I ask, "What?" just to hear it again.
"Run away with me tonight."
The sentiment is nice. Hell, it's great, but it's impractical. I approach her, placing my hands on her bare shoulders, only the spaghetti straps of her graduation dress covering a small part of them. "It's late, Madge, maybe you should get some sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"No, you don't get it. We can stay up as late as we want. We can actually smoke too without having our parents down our backs about our awful habits. Just feel the breeze beneath our feet."
She's dead serious, her eyes wide and she's putting all her goddamn trust in me, trusting that I don't reject her obvious need to get the hell away from here. It's not just that temporary, fleeing need for independence that comes after graduation. (Even if it was it usually wouldn't come as quick as a few hours after.)
She knows what I'm about to say. She knows I can't actually leave that I have to work to chip in for my family.
Sensing this, she escapes my hands and heads back to her car, reaching in and grabbing her purse. From it she pulls out a blank envelope. She hands it to me.
My eyebrows furrow and I look into it. It's filled with cash, more cash than I could make this entire summer. "What is this?"
"Take it. For them. I need you for a bit, a week, week and a half tops."
"What do you need me for?"
"I need you to run away with me tonight."
I open my mouth to protest, but she stops me. "I'm not giving up on you."
"Will you hate me if I say no?"
She shakes her head vigorously. "We're okay. We're okay either way."
I chuckle under my breath, thinking of how extremely odd this entire situation is, running away with the mayor's daughter. "And you say I've lost control."
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