I....HAVE NO IDEA.

[sugarcubecrush]

She has no home. She wakes up every morning, at precisely 5 am, in a room that she know isn't hers but has tried whole heartedly to make it hers. She has polaroids of her family, her few friends taped all acroos the room like wallpaper. She has drawn on the walls on countless sleepless nights, always using vibrant colors to try to depict a place she believes to be home, But the colors are never bright enough. They will never be.

On the day of her 18th birthday she takes her bag and sticks it in the back of her old BMW. She looks at her house and waves goodbye. She wont miss it. She makes her way into the drivers seat and heads to her best friends house to pick him up for their long awaited road trip. She's already glad to be away from this place. Nothing was particulalrly bad about it. It just never felt right. Nothing in this place ever does. Nothing except him.

He's already waiting outside by the time she gets there. Tapping his foot impatiently and blowing his hair out of his face, its a habit she noticed long ago. He does it when he's nervous. She knows he'll miss this place. Unlike her this place was actually home to him. But she was selfish so she would keep him for as long as she could. He belonged here though. Unlike her. She never belonged anywhere. She only belonged to him.

He forced his bags in the trunk of the car, carrying more bags than her. She honks the horn impatiently screaming out something or another about him being a girl and carrying way too many things. He shouts something illegible back though She thinks it may have been something he should have said when they were pulled out of his mother's driveway. With a final shove he forced his bags in and shuts the trunk. Walking over to the passengers seat he yells "Shotgun!" Being reminded right after that hes the only one joining her on this road trip. He shrugs and said it was out of habit. He has a lot of habits and she knows them better than even he knows them. She's pretty sure he doesn't know that when he lies he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and shes not about to tell him considering it comes in handy sometimes. As they pull out of the driveway his mother waves sadly to her son. Out of the corner of her eye she sees him wipe a tear from his eye. She thinks sadly to herself 'He belongs here. I have to bring him back sooner or later' He puts his legs over the dashboard and says to himself that hes glad hes out of that hellhole even if its for a short time. He brushes a strand of hair out of eyes and she asks him if he knows that she wont...cant come back. He nods and tells her he'd much rather be with her than back home. As she pulls completely out of the driveway she notices his hands stay firmly on his lap.

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Uh chapter 1? I felt like writing. This will probably have typos and grammar mistakes and whatnot seeing as i just typed it out. Also they dont have names. I dont even know.