Uh oh, another part two...
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A slightly flustered Wednesday and an utterly confused Y/N took a set of seats beside one another. While Wednesday took the seat closest to the window, Y/N sat to her right on the seat of the isle. The interior of the train was highly outdated- ripped fabrics on the seats, stains on the carpeted floor, flickering above head lights and a constant shaking as the train didn't seem to agree much to the tracks. There was also a distant humming of what might of been the air conditioning unit- not that it was working as the train was swelteringly warm.
She shifted her bag off of her shoulders and let it rest in her lap before she pulled the oversized gloves off of her hands. She folded them into one another before handing them over to their original owner. "Here. Thank you for letting me use them." She spoke quietly. There were few other passengers sat around besides one or two dotted towards the end of the coach or car they sat in.
After he took the scarf from around his neck, he took his gloves from her grasp. "Any time." Y/N responded with a slight grin. He placed the two items of insulation into his rucksack. Wednesday caught view of a heavy bruise on his neck, just visible besides the hood of his hoodie- her brows furrowed but she decided not to push on the matter. "So how come you wanted to come along?" He asked as he placed his bag between his feet.
"I am not quite sure- a hunch I suppose." Wednesday answered as she looked out of the window to her left, watching as the structures of the train station faded out of view. "Are you certain that your grandfather will be content with me staying for a short while?" She asked. She was a little anxious about the situation she found herself in- so many new people and possibilities. Wednesday was fully aware that she wasn't the easiest person to speak to, let alone get along with. But then again- she seemed to be doing pretty well with Y/N so far.
"Oh- my grandpa has been dead for a while now." Y/N responded. He slouched back in his seat as his head rested back. His hand reached deep into his pocket and he pulled out a key that hung loose off of a keychain. "I nabbed the keys before my parents threw me out." He explained- seemingly with a prideful smirk on his lips.
Wednesday raised a brow. She liked that he had taken the keys- it showed he was willing to do what he had to and she could relate to that. She wasn't past stealing if it came down to it. "Will your parents not notice the key is gone?" She asked as she watched him shove the key back into his pocket.
"Probably." He replied honestly with a firm nod of his head. He was almost certain that they would notice sooner or later- but then again, it wasn't like they had visited the shack for a long while, he doubted anything would change in that sense. "They might have kicked me out but I'm still their son- it was only up until a few days ago that things started to change between us... so I guess- I hope they loved me enough to not let me squat there." He added.
"You have a lot riding on possibly and maybe." Wednesday commented. He had no concrete plan, but she couldn't blame him- at least when her parents shut her out to Nevermore, she was provided some form of shelter- and she knew if things became desperate they would let her back home.
"Your right, I do- but I have a feeling everything will turn out alright." Y/N responded, his voice audibly calm and assured. Wednesday envied his positivity- perhaps through her metaphorical dark lens she couldn't see things turning out as well as he did. On the other hand, she had been wrong many times before.
A silence settled between them and it was a lasting affect as for hours on end, neither of them spoke- mostly due to the fact Y/N had fallen asleep around ten minuets after their conversation. At first, Wednesday didn't mind the quiet snores and soft breaths- but when he started to slough into her shoulder, she got a little annoyed. He was heavier than he looked and she considered waking him up although she didn't act on it, seeing as he looked as though he hadn't slept in quite a while.
The train came to a stop and with a jolt which much to Wednesday's joy, woke Y/N up. She looked out of the window and read the sign of the train station. "New Brunswick." She spoke out loud. Her brows knitted together as she eyes open the bright orange stop signs above. Chatter sounded between the few others on the train.
"Huh?" Y/N hummed sleepily. He sat up straight as he rubbed his eyes.
The train operator walked down the isle.
"Hey!" Wednesday called out. The elderly man turned and grunted. "Why have we stopped?"
"Train crash a few miles up, we can't get past it safely. Sorry." The man gruffed before stomping off of the train.
"Shit..." Wednesday whispered. She may well have been looking for adventure but she hadn't intended on getting stranded. They were no where near where they should have been.
"Where are we?" Y/N questioned tiredly as he picked his rucksack up and stood up from his seat. He walked a few steps to give Wednesday enough room to get into the isle as well. "I hope everyone on that other train is okay."
"New Brunswick." Wednesday answered as she got up from her seat and got her bag onto her shoulders. "And I highly doubt there are many survivors- train crashed are notoriously difficult to live through." She informed.
"Jeez... You could have at least lied about it." He grumbled in response. He pulled his bag onto his shoulders and winced as he did so. The bruise on his neck was causing him some discomfort but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He headed off the train at the nearest opening with Wednesday on his heels. He looked around and noticed that this train station seemed a little more busy than the one they left from. "What now?" He asked, looking down at the short girl.
"You don't happen to have another deceased relative and a key to their home, do you?" She deadpanned. He didn't seem to catch on to her sarcasm as he shook his head. She scoffed and shook her head. She looked at the signage above and noticed the directions. "This train station only has two platforms and I bet all trains have been cancelled. I suggest we find other means of transport."
Y/N couldn't quite comprehend how Wednesday could be so calm. He looked down at the watch on his wrist- through its broken glass he read the time as five thirty. "It's late- I doubt many people would be willing to drive us to Atlantic City... It would take hours." He muttered.
"True." Wednesday agreed. She observed as many people were looking down and annoyed- presumably as the train timetable had just been updated to 'all trains cancelled'. "And not many people would priorities the journey of two teenage runaways over that of their own."
He hummed in agreeance as he placed both his hands in the straps of his bag. "Let's just get out of here then." He suggested.
"Good idea." She muttered. The pair walked side by side as they managed to make their way out of the train station, not without fighting their way through crowds of angry passengers.
Once they were out, Y/N made an attempt to locate a free taxi but with no success. It wasn't like he had any money to pay for taxi journey anyway.
By the time he'd snapped out of it, Wednesday was halfway down the opposing desolate steet of the station. He picked up the pace as he jogged to Wednesday's side. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Wednesday was hunched over, gazing into the windows of the cars that were lined up down the side of the street. "Finding us a car." She answered.
"We can't steal a car!" Y/N whisper yelled. "Do you even know how to drive?" He asked, looking around to make sure no one was around to hear their conversation.
Wednesday stopped beside one black car. It looked relatively old but it had now bangs or scratches on it. It seemed to be in relative perfect condition. "What do you suggest to do instead?" She questioned.
"I don't know- maybe not steal a car?" He retorted, his words laced with sarcasm.
She glared at Y/N, staring right into his eyes- which seemed to make him swallow hard. "Real convincing." She spoke, making fun of his attempts to deter her idea. "I need your help."
His shoulders slouched as he groaned. "Why?" He questioned, a nervous disposition blanketed his features.
"You can create matter, yes?" She spoke as she inspected the interior of the car through the window. She noticed a wallet and a few unopened cans of beer still in their cardboard packaging. Most importantly, she noticed a map. "I need you to make a key." She told him.
"But it won't last-"
"That is fine, I can hotwire the engine. I just don't want to smash the window to get in." Wednesday cut him off.
Y/N seemed to hesitate and jitter on the spot as he debated on whether or not to obey her requests. Everything in his body told him not to do it but yet, his heart spoke to him. He placed his hand to the keyhole and closed his eyes. He concentrated hard as he felt his way through the passages of the mechanism. A sitck of metal stuck out of the keyhole and he turned it. The door unlocked and he opened it. "Voilà ." He spoke.
"Good job." Wednesday replied bluntly as she chucked her bag off her shoulders and onto the backseat as she sat in the drivers seat. Y/N looked in desbelief- she could hardly see over the steering wheel. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get in?" She questioned sternly as her hands began messing around with some of the wiring beneath the steering wheel.
He nodded his head as be opened the passenger side door and got in. "Can you even drive a car?" He asked, his began looking around anxiously. His eyes widened as he noticed an angry looking man struggling to unlock his door. It appeared that they had been caught.
"Yes." She answered. The engine roared to life and Wednesday slammed her door shut. She put on her seatbelt and waited for Y/N to do the same. "Safety first." She told him. "We wouldn't want 'Y/N tar tar' all over the road if we crash and you go through the windscreen now would we?" His eyes went wide at the thought as he quickly buckled up. Once she was satisfied, she set off, leaving the car's true owner trying and failing to catch up to them as he ran down the street. Y/N couldn't help but grin as he looked back at the man's face if dispair.
"How much gas is in the tank?" Y/N asked as he began fiddling with the radio. He pressed the CD eject button and picked up the disk, reading the title. Pink Floyd. A smile came to his lips as he put the disk back in.
"Around a third full." She answered with a slight sigh. "It won't be enough to get us to Atlantic City." She added. Her eyes darted down to the wallet in the cup holder. "Grab the wallet and see how much is in there."
Y/N picked up the wallet. The driver's license was inside along side seventy bucks. "Seventy bucks." He told her. "Poor guy... We stole his car and his money."
"Regret is for the weak, Y/N." Wednesday scolded. "Grab the map from the back seat." She demanded.
Y/N wasn't used to being bossed around so much- in fact he couldn't remember the last time someone talked to him the way Wednesday did- she was cold and unfeeling. He liked it.
He reached back to grab the map and opened it up. His cheeks puffed out as he ran his finger along one of the roads. There didn't seem to be one specific road they could follow. He sighed, knowing it would be a long journey.