Whitney x Male Reader (@^v^)

Part 2: Running in the Rain

(P.S your like 18-19 in this story, Oh and 1st POV now :>) Y/N: I feel my legs and lungs begin to burn from running for so long. I still manage to wipe away my tears as I run along the sidewalk. "Screw them...SCREW THEM BOTH," I hissed under my breath. I begin breathing heavily. I can't run for forever. I slow down and begin walking, not wanting to waste too much energy. After maybe 3 minutes or so I manage to find a bench next to a convenience store and luckily the bench is under the roof. "*sighs* finally, I can at least rest my legs here for a bit." I pull out two granola bars from the plastic bag I took with me and begin to slowly eat them. "Am I going to stay homeless for the rest of my life?" "Am I going to, god?" I look up into the sky staring at the clouds and watching as the rain falls and hits the concrete. Tears begin to fall down my face as I think about the life I've just started for myself. No family, barely any friends to help me out, nobody. I decide to sit back down and finish the first granola bar, putting away the second one I was planning on eating. I pull my phone out of my backpack, and grimace at the state of it some. Cracked screen, the screen moving slow as hell when I use my finger, and my apps barely working that much. I decide to call a lifelong friend of mine who still lives in the area, Daron. I pull up my contacts and press Daron's name. I hold the phone up to my ear listening to the ringing waiting for him to answer. "Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up, please pick up, please pic-" I here the automated voice begin telling me to record a voicemail, but I decide not too, wanting to see if he'll pick up a second time. I call again waiting. He doesn't pick up. I call a third time and he still doesn't pick up. After two or three more tries I give up and try to message him, hoping he'll send something back. I put my phone in my hoodie pocket and flip my hoodie over my head, taking my stuff and heading for shelter a second time. I take out my money and my parents money I stole. "Heh, clueless pieces of crap." They didn't even think to check if I had stolen anything from them. I put the money back in my pocket quickly, not wanting anyone to see it. I had already found a small motel to stay at for 5-7 days at least. I had enough money to stay at the motel for longer than 5 days actually. All I know is that I won't be able to stay for more than a week though.