EBC wrote this chapter all by herself! Lets marvel at her talents, for she is better than I! WHOOP!
Marrin stared at her
suitcases laid out on her floor. A slight knock sounded at her door,
but she refused to look up, still intent on her suitcases. The door
creaked open and her brother walked in, then shut the door. She
ignored him and he walked over, then sat next to her.She stood up and
went towards her closet.
"...Going somewhere, sister?"
Michael said in a oddly friendly way.
"Not like you need to
know," Marrin felt brave.
His face turned sour. "Really?"
Her
courage faded quickly. "I'm leaving..."
"Again?"
His voice softened. "I'm not chasing after you."
"You
say that every time."
"And you say you'll stay every
time you run somewhere new."
"I'm not staying here, that
is for sure." She threw a pair of black pants with chains in the
bag.
"Why do you continually run?" Michael asked, taking
her hand.
Marrin bit her lip so hard it bled. Dammit! Tears,
stay back!... "Because I enjoy to run," Sarcasm was
dripping from every word.
"Then I'm running with you this
time."
"WITH me?"
"You look suprised."
He grinned.
"You just aren't usually this... Nice." She
nodded her head.
"I know. But you ARE my baby sister. And I'm
only "MEAN" when I'm being protective." Michael opened
up his closet, and began to pull out his baggy, black
clothes.
"...You can't be serious..." She muttered.
"I
heard that."
"Oh, shut up."
Michael forced a
smile onto his face. "Look. We'll catch a cab and go."
"But
where?" Marrin asked quietly.
"Silver Town-- One town
away." He threw some clothes into his bag.
"...Okay..."
The pair of red heads began to pack slowly. By midnight, the
suitcases were full.
"You get your sleep." Michael
paused before heading to his side of the room. "...And don't
leave me."
"I won't," She said softly.
"Brother."
Brother. Michael mused.
I like that.