~A year later~

I had all my bags packed up. The box holding every bit of evidence of my relationship with Spring tucked under my shirt. The window was open. I was leaving for good.

I had called Spring and asked if he had a place to stay away from my mom. He told me he knew a guy.

I slipped out of my window and jumped into the grass. Spring took the heavier bags like they were mere feathers from off the moist ground.

"Come on," he urged, that rainbow dyed lock of hair waving in the breeze.

We go around the back to the driveway, where he had parked Bill's red Ferrari. He places the heavier bags in the back while I pile the rest of my bags in the back seat. I take out the box from under my shirt and go through the contents.

Spring gets in the driver seat and kisses me before starting up the engine and silently backing away.

"How did you even  convince Bill to loan you this?" As far as I was concerned, Bill wouldn't let anyone even touch his car.

"I asked him to let me borrow it in exchange for seven bags of chips." he replied smoothly. 

He looked down at smudged handwriting on his wrist. "387 F Street." he read aloud.

A few minutes later, he pulls into a small driveway with an equally small house.

"W-where are we?" I ask, looking around at all the cameras hidden as plants.

"Goldie, I want you to meet my half brother." He replies.

The door swings open.

Spring glares into the small house.

"Glitchtrap."