Chapter 8

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= Joey's POV =

I looked around from my current residence: an Arizona park bench. Night was quickly approaching, so I got up and started walking in the direction of some kind of Main Street, judging by the lights. I hoped that I wouldn't be forced to go back to my park bench, maybe I could find somewhere suitable to stay. Would Airbnb work here? Probably not, but just to be sure I pulled out my phone and powered it on, intending to look it up.

I pressed the wake button, praying to the iPhone gods it wouldn't be dead, and fortunately it wasn't- hold on, the battery's at 5%. Just great, I sighed to myself. I pulled up the Airbnb app and checked.

Nope, of course no one in this place would even know what Airbnb is. Okay, this isn't the worst thing ever, I thought. I can find some kind of inn or hotel (hopefully a hotel!) to stay at. Yes, that's what I'll do, I thought, and I continued to Main Street.

Once I had found a suitable motel (no hotels in the middle of nowhere!), I settled down in my room and thought about my screwed up life.

Well, there aren't any cute housekeeping maids here, that's for sure, I sighed. The maid at the other hotel was cute and easy to win over. But I bet Stacy is still looking for me.

I rolled my eyes. That girl could never take a hint, if I had gone missing from a top-security center, I didn't want to be found. She needed to get over it.

I got undressed, ready for bed. In the morning, I would grab a bite from a diner or something, and be on the road again.

Stacy? She'll never find me.

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a/n: hey! a bit of insight from Joey :D
shoutout to yoanya for her general awesomeness! go check out her stories, they're great and stuff
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