runaways ; clifford

day six

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"why are you in new york?" ellie asked taking a sip of her coffee,

"what do you mean?" i furrowed my eyebrows,

"you're australian, what made you come to new york?" she repeated,

"oh, uh. ." i was a loss of words,

"im actually from california," she said, looking out the window.

"really?"

"yeah, i ran away to new york," she sighed,

ellie was a runaway too, i was partly shocked by that fact.

"ellie," i said softly,

"yeah, go ahead taunt me for being a runaway," she said, not facing me.

"well i can't do that, considering i ran away too." i said,

she turned her head, and faced me.

"really? from australia to new york?" her face was twisted in confusion.

i nodded, "my older brother, always bullied me, my mum passed away and my dad he just doesn't give a shit about me."

her face softened, "my parents never cared about me."

"they always said i was a mistake, i'm useless to them." she looked as if she were about to cry,

"ellie, you're not a mistake okay? everyone was born for a reason, you're not useless, you make me happy. i know sounds cheesy considering we met a few days ago, but it's true."

a sad smile appeared on her face,

"i understand you, i always locked myself in my room everyday." i sighed.

my hand rested on the table, and she placed hers on top of mine.

"you make me happy too, you're a great person michael." she said softly,

"we're becoming really sappy." i laughed,

she let out a small giggle, "i know, it's just we needed the comfort you know?"

"i know," i nodded, being with her made me happy enough.

"sometimes we just need a few comforting words." she smiled,

"but for me, i just need you."

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michael you cute little shit

i ship them aka mellie bye