This was co-written AGES ago between me and my lovely choco-bunny-love-kins (I'm gonna get my ass kicked for that one). It isn't meant to be anything great. In fact, I'm pretty sure flamable never really wanted this posted anywhere at all. TOO BAD! As I said, it was written ages ago, and it's somewhat of a companion piece to flamablechoklit's Window Seat. -they were written within days of each other. We wanted to write a drabble in mostly dialouge; I think we did a pretty decent job.
And christ, ffnet screwed up the formatting in a lot of places. I'm tired of trying to fix it.

~otv

I'm running. It's raining so hard out here.
I wish I'd brought a scarf; I'm going to catch cold.
I wonder if anybody's noticed yet...


"What the bloody hell do you mean gone?"

"He left."

"Well, where'd he say he was going?"

"He didn't."

"When's he coming back?"

"Don't know."

"Then..?"

"Hm?"

"Why... Why didn't he say goodbye?"


I'm running. It's raining so hard out here.
I hate myself; I should've said something.
He's gonna think I hate him, but he'll know I don't... Right?


"Matt!"

"He--NOBODY WILL LISTEN!—HE--hnn! -- LEMME GO!"

"Calm down, boy! You're going to hyperventilate! Eliot, close the doors, and Oliver, let him go!"

"But Roger, he's gonna try to-"

"Close the doors and let him go!"


I'm running. It's raining so hard out here.
I hope he isn't making a fool of himself; probably is.
I hope he isn't angry at me; know he is.
I hope... I hope he doesn't hate me.


"You idiot! It's all your fault! Why are you so fucking stupid?"

"Matt!"

"What the hell do you think you're gonna do, dumbass, huh? Just run away and be a smart little fuck somewhere else?
It doesn't work that way! And what the fuck am I supposed to do, huh? Ever think of that?"

"Matt!"

"Now look at what you've done; everyone is staring at me! They all think I'm crazy and it's all your fucking fault!

"Matt!"

"You can go to hell for all I care! That's just what you get for being so damn self centered!
That's what you get for not taking me with you, damn it! I fucking hate you! I hate you. I hate you. I… "


I'm running. It's raining so hard out here.
Damn it! Fuck crying!
It's really cold; I've never been this cold.
I wanna go back; I can see a bus stop.

"Ow!" –Son of a bitch, "Ow!"
Man, fuck you, and fuck stairs. I hate stairs now too, I just decided.
You and stairs can go to hell, "OW!" Why the hell do I keep tripping over myself?
I'm falling up the stairs; that's almost as stupid as you, "Damn it!"


I'm running. It's raining so hard out here.
I smell burnt rubber; the bus is getting closer.
That lady needs to mind her own business.
I'm almost at the stop now; she's been staring since she saw me farther off.
I think he hates me; I wanna go back, just to ask him…
He'd hit me.


"Fuck." It's a mess in here, "Can't even clean up after yourself."
Wait...Why are my clothes out? Did he…?
"Psh. So now you return it. Never mind my asking a month ago." Figures. I still hate you, man.
Damn you; it smells like chocolate. I'm off that stuff for life. Fuck chocolate, fuck stairs, and fuck you.


I'm running. It's raining so hard out here.
She won't stop staring; I look too young.
I wanna break that mirror she's got out; vein bitch.
Stupid bus is slow; hurry up. I can still see the building…
Fuck the bus.

"Damn window."
It's freezing up here. Did you take a scarf? You're gonna catch cold.
You should've taken this.-It's warmer... But I guess you know everything, don't you?
I can stretch out in this stupid window seat now.
It's comfortable, more room; I don't like it.
Stupid chill; makes my eyes water.


I'm running. It's raining so hard out here...

Hey, don't die.