Post by mac on Sept 26, 2016 16:32:19 GMT
June 13th, 2016
They were really doing this.
Cliff exhaled, arriving at Cleo’s house with his bags in hand. He had told his mother he was going to go camping. She bought it – she always did – and he was hoping that their trip would be over before she had a chance to get suspicions. He was often gone for days at a time – so why the heck should his mom worry about a week or so! She has her hands full with Annabelle anyway, Cliff thought, like it even mattered to her if he went missing for a week.
In his bags were water bottles, some snack food, and plenty of money saved up from his part time job. At the beginning of the summer Cliff had taken on more hours, all to guarantee he’d have money to spend on the trip. Money for gas, money for food, money for... whatever.
It was still so weird to think he’d be going to Maine again. He was extremely excited, his heart was pounding even though he was trying to hide it. His outfit consisted of some cargo shorts, brown boots, and a grey tee shirt, and his hair was pulled back into a bun sat behind his head. He was a little taller than he’d been during the school year at 5’7” now, and he could swear he could hear his bones creaking while he slept. He glanced at the license in his hands.
Rhett Hall. That was his fake name, the one he’d be using to get through this trip. As much as he didn’t want to assume his stepfather’s surname it was a good fake surname – his mom would never expect for him to take Johnathan’s name for an alias! And Rhett... it’d be a lie to say part of him had never wanted to have been given the name Rhett rather than Cliff. Rhett was his father’s name, and it meant a lot to him.
He had a feeling, too, that his father would be amused at what was going on rather than angry.
Cliff approached Cleo’s house, putting the fake license he’d gotten from Fletcher in his pocket. It was weird to think about Fletcher now especially after reading that entry from Cleo. She liked him, huh? Cliff wasn’t shocked. He was cool and older and everything Cliff wasn’t. He tried not to think about that too much as he knocked on Cleo’s door, glancing at the car in the garage. He was only recently 16, but here he was – about to go cross country driving with Cleo!
When the door opened, Cliff smiled at Cleo and showed off his single suitcase of clothes and goodies.
”Ready to go?” he asked.