This is probably ooc, sorry
They were running.
He was running.
And he was also running.
They were running fast, and, probably, for their lives.
"Billy," Spencer huffed from behind.
"B- Bi-" he stuttered. He was out of breath, that was a thing running did to you when you were Spencer, or just out of shape.
"We.. gotta…. Stop."
"Hang in there, Spence," Billy called out, grabbing Spencer's hand.
The smaller boys glasses slid up and down and around his face; he had a hard time seeing. Added to that, it was getting dark.
He used his empty hand to try to keep his glasses steady; he needed new ones, but now wasn't the best time to be worrying about that.
"Get back here you little brats!" a voice yelled from behind them.
By now you probably have some understanding of what was going on.
It'd been a few weeks since the two of them made it to Oregon, they settled for a small little town on the outskirts of the state.
They'd parked Billy's van, Viper, in a small open forest area, probably a forest preserve parking lot, and they'd been staying there for the past few weeks.
Unfortunately though, not everything was going as peachy as they wanted it to. Due to the fact that there was not an infinite abundance of money in their pockets, (and they had to buy food, and drinks, and a WiFi router because you definitely can't live without WiFi, and all that gas money they were spending) they were bound to run out and need more eventually, so this was the situation they were in.
They'd had gotten multiple part time jobs at multiple stores, and restaurants around the city they were currently in. They'd even took up juvenile jobs like dog walking, or cutting grass, or babysitting.
But no, none of those things were the cause of what they were going through right now.
Someone thought it would be a good idea to get into gambling, even though the other warned him not to, he thought thought at he'd be good at it, he'd figured he were street smart enough to actually win something, but of course that was not the case.
More often than not it resulted in the loss of money, but thankfully due to Spencer awesome communication skills (which was basically going on and on about the reasons why he shouldn't do the thing) Billy never bet anything more than 20 bucks a night, but on this night things were different.
"Whatever, brotaco!" Billy yelled. "I bet all my money I win this time."
"Billy.." Spencer warned, uneasily.
"Nah, nah, leave 'im alone glasses," the angry looking guy said across from them.
"If you win, I'll give ya double what you got, but if ya lose, the money's mine," the man decided, putting a wad of cash on the table.
"But-" Spencer began in the background.
"Let's go then!" Billy agreed completely ignoring whatever Spencer had to say. There was so much to gain from this, and Billy just knew he could do it, and he…
…
…
He didn't do it.
"No fucking fair!" He yelled angrily.
The guy across from them laughed.
"Did you see that, Spence?" Billy questioned, pointing to the table in front of them.
"I see that you lost," the brunette commented softly.
"Because! That! Bozo! Cheated!" Billy yelled.
"Pay up, rocker boy," the man said with a smile.
"No way! I could've won that!"
"Billy, just give him the money, I told you not to do this," Spencer said with a sigh.
"Double or nothing!" Billy yelled.
The man across from them laughed.
Spencer scolded Billy.
Billy yelled out higher prices.
"We don't have that kind of money to be betting like this, Billy," Spencer cried, shaking the boy's shoulders slightly from behind.
And then Billy grabbed the wad of cash that was on the table, grabbed Spencer's arm, and made a run for the door in 1.2 seconds flat.
And that's how they got into the situation they were currently in.
On a other side of town, here they were, running from a thug, but all they had to do was make it out of this guy's view, and they were home free.
They ran into town just in time to catch probably the last bus of a day, paid their fee, and plopped down in seats on opposite sides of the empty bus.
"Don't… do that.. again… ever," Spencer panted.
"Don't worry," Billy breathed out, "I won't."
The two sat in silence for a while, getting more air into their lungs.
"At least we can get a nice meal," Billy noted, after he was able to breath again.
Spencer focused his gaze on the darker haired boy, and gave an exhausted smile. It was awkward talking in empty places where your conversations could be broadcasted around the whole area, so anything above a whisper he tried to refrain from doing.
Billy gave a small laugh, stood up, and took the empty seat next to Spencer.
"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news," Billy started softly, "but I think we're going in the wrong direction."
"Of course we are," Spencer mumbled to himself, softly banging his head on the window beside him.
"Don't be down, dude," Billy comforted, putting a hand on the smaller boys shoulder, "this is fun, being lost."
"I've never seen you so angry before," Spencer brought up, changing the subject.
"Its just weird, I mean."
"Ahhh, yea. Well that dude-o was reeeally pushing my buttons back there," Billy admitted, averting his eyes to the other side of the bus.
"Of course," Spencer laughed, gazing up at Billy.
"Don't say it like that," Billy whined, returning the gaze.
Then they laughed.
"Hey boys, this is the second to last stop of the night," the bus driver called from the front of the vehicle.
"Oh," Billy responded, "Should we get off here?"
Spencer nodded, they seemed to be in a good spot, a little shopping area, well lit, and that guy was, hopefully, long gone.
Besides, who knew where they might end up if they stayed….
So the two boys gave their thanks, and hopped off the bus.
They were hit with a cool breeze, causing Spencer to rub his arms, then they made their way across the street, where the shopping center sat.
There were a variety of shops; Bijou (a Macy's like store), Bullseye (Equivalent of Target), pet-world (Pretty obvious) and others- but you get the idea.
There was also a little, or rather big, park on the other side of the street, which would later come in handy for the two.
"Let's go get something to eat," Billy suggested.
Spencer nodded with a grunt, and they decided try Bullseye.
Another breeze came soon after, and Spencer shivered; it was always a good idea to carry a jacket around.
"When'd it get so cold," he mumbled, crossing his arms, tightly.
"That's what happens at night Bromeo," Billy responded, taking off his hoodie, shoving it in Spencer's direction.
"O-oh," Spencer stuttered, hesitantly taking the hoodie from Billy.
He mumbled a 'thanks', and they continued on their way to the store.
Inside, it was brightly lit, and mostly empty. It was about 11 o'clock, or so, but they didn't know due to the fact that Spencer left his in Billy's truck, and Billy's had been dead for hours.
Spencer grabbed one of those small baskets, and followed Billy around the store.
"These stores are so anti-pre-made food," Billy whined with a hand on his tummy.
"Lots of their food is pre-made, it just has to be heated up," Spencer refuted.
Billy glared down at Spencer, that was something else he'd found out about the boy, he might've been sad, and pitiful, but sometimes he could be a real smart-ass.
But Billy liked it…
"WHuuuuuh," he gasped.
"What?" Spencer questioned, looking around confused.
"You look adorable in my hoodie!"
Spencer's cheeks turned red, but he tried to look as annoyed as possible.
The taller boy wanted to hug him, but knew it probably wasn't the best thing to do at the moment, so he just ended up being really jumpy for a while, since there was no way to get rid of the sudden energy.
The two of them spent a lot longer than they should have in the store, Billy stopped to play with the big, bouncy balls for a while, and then was stuck in the electronics department trying to decide which CD to get (only to end up buying nothing)
They ended up buying two sandwiches, water bottles, and a blue blanket since Spencer was, apparently, sensitive to the cold.
Once they exited the store, they stood there silently-bag in Billy's left hand, and Spencer wrapped loosely in the blanket- unsure of where to go next...
"Why don't we try that park," Billy suggested, pointing across the street.
But it was more of a statement than a question because he didn't wait for an answer before grabbing Spencer's hand, and leading him to the park.
It was pretty dark, all they had were the streetlights, and the moon as light.
They made their way to a spot under a tree, Spencer laid out the blanket, and the two of them had a little midnight picnic.
The wind blew again, sending Billy's hair flying in all directions.
"Hope the wind doesn't blow a spider down from its web up there," Spencer joked, looking up at the tree.
"What!" Billy, almost, choked out, standing up from where he sat.
The smaller boy smirked.
"Yea, Spiders live up in trees, one could just," he gestured the falling motion with his finger, "right on your head."
He then watched in amazement as Billy, maniacally, ran his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm kidding," he said softly with a smile.
"Wah.!"
"Yea, I'm not saying it couldn't happen, but those little guys are pretty strong, so it's unlikely."
"I don't like bugs," Billy whined, sitting cross-legged across from spencer. He ran a final hand through his hair, sighed, rested his chin in said hand, and picked at the grass with his other.
"A lot of them are pretty harmless as long as you leave them alone," Spencer explained, eyeing the spot where Billy was fiddling with the grass.
"You sure know a lot about bugs," Billy pointed out, focusing his gaze on the boy across from him.
"Not really," Spencer explained, looking up at the sky, "sometimes I just wonder about things… so I research 'em."
Billy suddenly felt warm inside, being here with Spencer like this made him feel warm.
He closed his eyes and smiled, shook his head slightly, and laid back with an arm under his head.
"Come on, Spence, let's look at the stars," he then said, nodding to the spot beside him.
The brunette crawled over next to him, and sat in one of those poses that are really simple, but hard to explain where you cross your legs, and have your arms out behind you to hold you up, and looked up at the sky.
And even though Billy's attention should've been on the stars, it wasn't, it was on Spencer. How his brown hair fell so naturally, and how big the hoodie was on him -it was oversized for Billy, but Billy was noticeably bigger than Spencer, so just imagine how it looked on him (which was adorable)- and how his stained jeans fit his thighs so perfectly, but got looser as his legs continued, and his shoes, how his shoes looked so wonderfully trashy. He was the perfect little trash boy, he looked like he was made to live a life on the streets, and Billy loved it.
And then how his glasses just sat on his face, keeping those beautiful green eyes (that Billy still hadn't found a word for) caged away.
"Spence," Billy called out.
The brunette looked at him, and then his heart jumped a little.
"Do you actually need glasses to see, or is it just an occasional thing?" he then asked.
It was a stupid question, he knew that, he'd never seen Spencer without his glasses the past few weeks that'd been together, but he wanted a small ounce of Spencer's attention right now.
"Ahh, yea," Spencer sighed, looking at the ground, " I need them to see, or I'd be blind as a bat, but not really because they're not actually blind."
Billy laughed. "Is that another 'I was curious, so I researched it' thing?"
Spencer smiled, and Billy thought it was the first time he'd actually seen him smile that wasn't caused by embarrassment, pity, or him being a smartass.
And then he smiled himself.
"Come on, Spence," he called, tugging on the boy's arm, "let's go to sleep."
And there were lots of reasons why Spencer should have protested- such as 'this is kind of illegal'- but he didn't.
So he laid down on his side, facing Billy, and tucked his arms and knees inside the hoodie.
"Billy," he called out.
"Yea."
"Could you take my glasses off."
"You usually sleep with them on, though," Billy noted, reaching for the glasses.
"I usually don't sleep on grass either," Spencer explained, squeezing his eyes shut.
Billy smiled, touched a hand to Spencer's knee, like he did every night to make sure he was there since Spencer wasn't very touchy unless he was in a bad mood, and they fell asleep on grass like the trash boyfriends they were (or will be, #spoiler)