The second I'm in that car, beautiful girl - my beautiful girl - by my side, nothing else will matter. Even if it's just a few hours befor we're totally busted by her parentals - not by mine, my mum doesn't care, and my dad's too dead to care. It'll be just us - no parents; no siblings; no LA; no king fucking high. Just you and me. Just me and you. Just us. Then I stand in your back garden, and you're hanging out of your bedroom window, grinning like mad. When I hold up the sign - 'we're running away' - and you shake your head, blond hair swaying, framing your face, you say it all. We are. We're taking off, because we can. We can do this. We can be free. And when you're all sparkling blue eyes, windswept blond locks, and magnetic curves, I know we'll be forever.