"A! Run away with me!"

"WHAT!?"

"I'm leaving, you're sad, you should come with me!"

Ah, I should give some backstory. See, I am A. I live here in this orphanage designed to raise successors for L, the world's greatest detective. I am the top student of this establishment. B, who is the lovely doll asking me to run away with him, is the second-best, my roommate, childhood friend, greatest rival, and boyfriend. He is a… unique child. I won't have to elaborate, you'll see in this story. He also cares about me a bit too much. B, you see, I theorize B is a demigod of sorts in that his pain tolerance is much higher than the average person, along with several other things. Because of this, he often underestimates how strong regular humans such as myself are. I've tried talking to him, but he's denser than the earth's core. He believes that I'm depressed and that I need to leave the orphanage for my own sake. Personally, this is not true. I'm just fine. I know how to handle my mental health. I'm strong. Anyway, back to our scene, enough rambling from me.

"I'm fine, B, nothing that elicits me running away!"

"You always say that! "I'm fine, B!" "I can handle myself B!" Well, Alphabet, if you could handle yourself, then you wouldn't cry yourself to sleep or be so insanely hard on yourself for no apparent reason! I worry about you. You're the biggest harm to yourself in this world, and I don't want you to… kill yourself…"

"B, I would never. Life is a game, and I intend to win. Not give up when I'm not even an adult yet!

"Then you, as a good strategist, should know that saving your mental health now is more important than the fastest path to victory because otherwise, you'll crash before you get there. And then you'll say 'No, I'm strong. I can handle this.' While you walk around a broken shell of the man you used to be like that greasy frog does!"

"... I'll think about it…"

"You better! Because I'm leaving come May."

"2 months, eh. Where do you intend to go? What's your plan?"

"I'll only disclose that information if you agree to go with me."

"I need to know what I'm getting into first, Bitch Boat."

"It doesn't matter where we'd go because we'd have each other!"

"Bullshit! You need a plan, B!"

"I think a plan A would come first."

"Shut the fuck up a and tell me what you're doing already! I worry too!"

"...I'm heading to LA."

"In the United States. That LA? B, neither of us are American, nor do we know anything about America. How would we get by?"

"Well, LA has a lot of crime, and we kinda know nothing other than crime-solving, so maybe we could be underground detectives? Solve crimes and investigate things you can't go to the cops for. Plus, I'm Japanese, and there's a lot of Japanese people in LA. You're Spanish, so I guess you'd blend in well with the Hispanic population as well."

"B, my darling, my sunshine, my precious sweetheart, our eyes are fucking red, and we have skin so pale we put vampires to shame, you expect us to blend in!?"

A detail I should add. I am a mix of Spanish and English; however, I'm very albino, so I am very pale. I also have red eyes, which is exceptionally uncommon in humans. B is Japanese and unnaturally pale for a human who actually has melanin. (I personally like to joke that he put all his pigmentation in his hair.) He also has very weird red eyes. Weirder than mine. And he can turn them off, but they do come back on at times. Long story short, we don't blend in, to any crowd.

"Well, this is why I need you. We complete each other. And besides," and then the bastard had the audacity to look me in the eyes, get right next to me, put a hand on my cheek and make that face he knows I'm so very weak for and say, "I know you couldn't live without you your second half, my love. And I couldn't live without you. It would be the one and only thing that can wound a heart like mine more than the cruel, jagged blade of life."

That didn't even make sense, but for whatever reason, at the time, I thought it was sweet. So cut to 2 months later, we left, the details are irrelevant, or you'll simply understand later. Just know that B told everyone I was dead and had killed myself, except for my siblings, as I couldn't make them think I was dead and that he was leaving as he couldn't bear the thought of living here without me. So here we are, making our way to London so we can get on an airplane.

"This is tiring."

"Do you need to sit down?"

"No, no, I'm fine. This is just annoying to get through." I was right, the foliage was quite thick, and my bag was heavier than it looked.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now I'd like to get to London before dark. We could get a hotel room for the night."

"A hotel room~?" Of course, he had to say it suggestively. And I blushed, of course.

"Shut up! It's just a place to sleep."

"With each other~" He was now laying his hands on my shoulder. Creep.

"No, you're sleeping on the couch!" That was a lie. I like cuddling with him; it helps me sleep.

"Aw… why are you mean to me A? You're abusive."

"I am not. I just don't want intercourse at the moment."

"I was just kidding… kinda…"

"You are discussing. What will you do when I turn 18 this year? Hm?"

"Make you a criminal."

"Well, I'm going to pretend you didn't word it like that and also, Romeo and Juliet laws. A month and a day different in age is nothing according to those."

"You're short."

"That had. Nothing to do with the conversation! You're resorting to meaningless insults now! Which means I win! Also, I'm taller than you." I've seen many people who think B is taller than me, when referring to us here, I'm 5'6 and B's 5'4. So I'm taller than him. Even if I'm short. And I'm not that short anyway, considering the average Spanish male is 5'6.

"Shut up, meany!"

"Childish as usual."

We love each other, I swear. We just insult each other a lot. Anyway, as much as B wants to call me mean, and as much as I could be, I can't be. I let him sleep in my bed when we got to the hotel. We ordered pizza. It was ok. I ate the whole thing and B at the crust. Then B dragged me into the shower with him, and we argued over water temperature then made out, as per usual. I laid down and watched a movie documentary. B cleaned up, as he usually does. Then he curled up next to me and fell asleep. I read a bit, then fell asleep next to him.