Kyle: Moving OutMature

The first week of being grounded was fucking torture. I’d spent every minute at home moping around and generally being miserable. I’d made Mom cry twice. I’d had six arguments with Dad over insignificant shit. And I didn’t give a fuck. It was because of them that I could only see Damien in secret. It was all their fucking fault. I couldn’t stay in that house another second.


I was sat in the canteen with my head on the table. As usual, the bully types yelled shit at me but I honestly couldn’t give a fuck anymore. My life was turning to shit, what difference would fighting with them make? Damien was late to lunch but I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to really care. I’d regret it later but I honestly couldn’t give a fuck.

"Hey" I said kind of miserably when he eventually showed up.

He leant his head on my shoulder and I felt a tiny bit better about things.

"How're things?" I asked, barely managing any emotion in my voice.

He sighed. "My methadone dose got moved down again today. I'm fucking feeling it"

I cuddled him a little, shutting my eyes as he cuddled back. Before I would’ve been perfectly happy to just cuddle but... I don’t know, I didn’t know what I wanted. All I knew was that I couldn’t go back home.

"I'm gonna move out"

He looked kind of surprised but I couldn’t manage anything more than a blank expression. He planted a baby of a kiss on my lips and I kissed back.

"Where're you gonna move to?" he asked ad I shrugged.

"I can't stand it at home anymore" I said when he didn’t say anything.

He cuddled me a little tighter and I buried my head in his neck.

"I'd move out with you, but my dad still thinks I can't look after myself for more than five minutes" he said and I smiled.

"Don't worry about it"

"That and I'll probably never get a job" he said with a weak smile.

I kissed his neck. "Y'never know"

He tilted his head and I trailed a few emo half kisses up his neck. He buried his head in my necka dn I shut my eyes again. Damien was quiet as the bully types started up the name calling and all the usual shit.

"Wanna skip the rest of the day?" Damien asked and I sort of hummed in response.

He took my hand and we walked to the park, getting comfy on a bench.

"I should probably look for a job" I said, feeling a tiny bit less miserable.

Damien hummed and I didn’t really have anything to say. Apparently neither did he since we sat there, just enjoying being able to cuddle each other for more than five seconds without having abuse hurled at us.

"Damien?" I said after a while and he looked at me. "Can you give me a hand with my stuff?" he nodded. "I... I kind of skipped first period to go look at an apartment. And it's kind of shit but it's nearby and I think I can afford the rent"

He pecked me on the lips. "Well, I'll try. My car's still confiscated"


He flashed me a tiny smile.

"I... I wanna move today. Like now. While the 'rents are still out"


I smiled at him and we walked to my house. I packed up all of my stuff and left a note for Mom and Dad letting them know I’d moved out and that I hadn’t run away again. Damien helped me pack and load my stuff into the back of Mom’s car. He drove to the apartment, which I’d already kind of bought with what little of my college fund I could steal, and helped me move my stuff in. The apartment was kind of run down and a little shitty looking but it’d do. I flopped on the bed once we’d moved everything in and Damien sat next to me.

"What d'you think of the place?"

He kind of looked around. "You were right about it being kinda shit"

I chuckled and he sighed a little.

"I guess it doesn't matter though"

"At least it's away from    them    "

I shut my eyes and the two of us were quiet for a while. We seemed to spend most of our time together sitting in silence lately.

"I'm gonna go back and see Campbell" he said quietly, getting up.

"Want me to come with?"

"If you want"

"Only if you want me there"

He shrugged. "I don't mind. I'm only going to ask him to put my dose back up"

"Oh... You can come back here after. Unless you'd have to get home..."

"I'll try and get back here"

I smiled and he pecked me on the lips.

"No promises. Knowing my luck, dad'll catch me out of the house" he sighed.

I felt my face twist into a sad expression.

"You can always come stay at mine, though. I mean, if you're moving out anyways..."

"Could do" I said with a slight smile.

"See you later then" he said and left.

I sat up with a sigh. Alrighty then, time to look for a job.

The End

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