put your belt on and hold on tight

okay, mom.

we're gonna pretend georgia and your mom are both homophobic asf

We were both overwhelmed with how everyone was treating our relationship. We decided to pretend as if we broke up. Then we made our biggest decision ever to run away together. To stay with Zion. We knew he didn't care if we were gay or straight or anything in-between. He just wanted to see us happy.

We stole my friend's motorbike and started to drive away. It was the middle of winter in Massachusetts; obviously it was going to be cold. We took one bag each and layered up with clothing. It was the literal definition of having only 'the clothes on your back.'

I was scared. I couldn't lie about that. But with my Ginny with me, I felt more... comfortable. As we started driving, I felt safe. Until we sped up quickly as we hit the highway. I gripped her waist tight, closed my eyes tight and kept my face in her neck. She pulled over a minute later and said, "Put your belt on and hold tight, love."

I grinned and shrugged. I said, "Okay, mom. Whatever you say, I guess, right?"

not that bad ngl