This town wasn't made for two

"Youre birthday is in a month, right?"I asked Brendon while counting out our remaining money.
20, 40, 60, 65, 70, 71, 71. 272

I sighed tucking the money back into my purse.

He nodded, his shaggy hair flying around as he drank a diet coke.

"I'll be 18, and be getting my trust fund money." He added on once he was done with the soda.

He was packing our now clean clothes back into the car, along with a few towels from the motel room.

"Do you want to get that after we do it or before?"I asked.

He sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair, his mind obviously working hard on the question.

"Afterwords, would be a better idea. Considering we'd be arrested as soon as we said who we were." He paused. "We'll go and get it the second I turn 18."

I flashed him a grin as I started up the ignition, chuckling.

"Shall we?" I asked nonchalantly as if it were nothing.

"I think so, yes."

I watched the speedometer reach 110 and we were flying down the barren road when police sirens caught my ear.

I laughed loudly and rolled down my window as we sped faster and faster towards our destination, more police sirens and megaphone voices joined in.

"You ready babe?" Brendon asked me, grabbing my free hand. I nodded, unbuckling our seat belts.

"I've always been ready Bren."

With that we sped over the cliff, and wished our lives goodbye.

Free.