When I just moved away. (Jeff x reader)

It was still autumn, but I could feel the pungent cold on my [color of skin] skin, under my hoodie.

I trew the last bag in front of my grandpa's door while his wife, my grandma, kept screaming. "You can't just go live so far away in such a short notice! You didn't even tell anything your mother!!!"

I just opened the door and clumsily I tried to drag the heavy bags near my car. It has bumps everywhere and it actually was pretty old. It was my mother's car. She didn't need it anymore so why not to 'donate' it to her personal junkyard, me.

My grandma decided to shut up, seeing that I wasn't aknowledging her even one bit. I actually just didn't want to argue. I didn't want to see fear, disappointment, sadness in her eyes and I didn't know even where to start if I had to explain what's happening. "At least wait for your grandfather!" She said in a final attempt. She knew I really cared for him. After all he's the one that took the job of father. He wasn't perfect but at least he cared instead of my real father.

I always wanted to be like him. Strong, serious and silent. But I became just a noisy coward, just a clown with deep scars. And today I was going to escape from my problems.

My grandma closed the door behind her softly, I swear I heard her sniffle. I think I saw her cry just one time, when she and my father had a little discussion... But it was nothing bad, after all they have this love for each other... Something that I would never understand.

I finally succeded to put my bags in the trunk. That wasn't the best of ideas because the keyhole was jammed, so I had to leave it open. I couldn't even put them in the back seats because there were gonna be two matresses and Vittoria's luggage.

Vittoria's my best friend and... The only friend I have. She's not in the same situation as me. Her parents were happy that she decided to go live alone and they are even willing to help her to pay her half part of the little house we were supposed to rent.
Me? Well... I told my grandma just half an hour ago, that I was going away, and the rest just doesn't know.

I hopped in the car and I started it. I had to try four times before this little shit finally decided to turn on.

I immediately went to Vi's house while feeling this motherfucking guilt. I always had it, always. Even when I was a little girl, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Anywhere and always.

But that's funny. I never said sorry.
Never.

The trip just last fifteen minutes, Vi is not that far from my grandpa's house. I honked at her and after five minutes she was finally out.
She threw her luggage in the back and she sat in the passenger seat sighing heavily.

"Did something happen?" I asked driving away. She sighed again looking outsise.

The city was gray, like the sky and like her long jacket.

"I just feel a little more free now. I'm glad I'm doing this with you." She said with a thin smile. I patted her hand gently, to tell her that I'm glad too.
"Well, it's time for the gps." I said in a low voice. Vittoria took out her phone and started her app.

I was going to drive for an entire day. I wasn't exaggerating when I said that we were going FAR away.

Not even two minutes passed and Vi was already sighing heavily. That's the hint when she's bored out of her mind.

"Play some music on the phone." I said plainly. "But you don't like my music!" She responded, already knowing what was gonna happen if she started to put on Ariana Grande's songs.

We passed the trip talking about stupid things, reminiscing old memories, and talking about the fastest way to die.

I don't know why but we somethimes talked about this stuff like we were talking about our favourite movies.