Escape this world.

Chapter 2 - Jessy :)

Want you to love me, like I'm a hot ride

Be thinkin' of me, doin' what you like

So boy forget about the world cause it's gon' be me and you tonight

I'm gonna make your beg for it, then I'm a make you swallow your pride.

Music?! This was the first time I heard music that wasn't from a Mariachi band, I ran to it. My chicken was following after me. I saw a figure of a guy...with a boom box, it was the really old school type.

"Hey!" he screamed, waving his arms wildly, like he just didn't care. A human voice, it's been so long since someone has talked to me, other than Chandler and Mary yelling at me.

I just waved simply, "Hi."

I stood face to face to him. He looked about seventeen years old.

"I'm Jessy," he smiled at me, but I just stared. "You are...?" he prompted.

"Um...I don't know." I answered blinking.

"How can you not know? I'm just asking for your name," he was trying to hide the hurt in his eyes, he thought I was lying.

"I forget it..." but I had actually forgotten my name, it had been so long since I've heard it and Chandler and Mary didn't use it. I guess I just felt like I didn't need it anymore.

"You're kidding?" he asked me serious, his green eyes sparkling.

"No...I actually don't remember my name." I insisted at the same time my chicken pecked at my leg.

"What's this? Your lunch?" he asked, looking down at it funnily.

"Of course not! This is my amigo," I gasped out. In the end, watching all that Spanish payed off and I learned some watching it.

"Amigo? Wait...where are you from?"

"Um...where are we?"I asked looking around, I couldn't place the name. It has been so long.

"You miss, are in Kansas. Where have you been? Stored in something?" he scrunched his eyebrows together, imagining why I was so out of place.

"I guess you can say that." I couldn't care less at this point of what he would say, so I continued to walk.

"Wait!" he shouted from behind me, I stopped walking and turned towards him.

"Hmmm?" I raised an eyebrow while he rushed towards me.

"Where are you going?" he demanded, grabbing my arm so I wouldn't run off somewhere. 

"Home," I pushed his hand off, I didn't like being touched. Especially after Chandler and Mary.

"Where is home?"

"North,"

"I'm going North, too." he smirked.

But how could I believe him? He was just some stranger, why should I give him my trust?

"Maybe we should stick together?" he suggested, following after me as I began walking again. He set down his boom box which seemed like it could break at any time.

"No! How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Because I'm innocent," he put up his hands, trying to prove his innocence.

"Sure you are," I rolled my eyes, sarcastically and then glared at him.

"I am! I'm a 'good boy'. Do I look that bad?" he didn't seem that harmful actually, but neither did Chandler before he locked me up in the basement.

As soon as I began thinking and debating, he grabbed a few M&M's out of his huge bag and put a couple in his mouth.

M&M's were my favourite candy as a child. My dad would buy some for me and I would be so happy but after a eating a couple packets, I would get extremely hyper.

"Can I have some of those?" I looked at him, with my puppy dog eyes. Which I believe are blue, well at least the last time I saw them in the mirror years ago. I reached for the bag. 

"Only If I can come with you!" he offered, smirking and pulling the bag from my reach.

Now, you'd expect me to say no and go off on my own, but M&M's are not just chocolate, they're memories of my father and me when I was little.

"Fine, but only on one condition-" I began but he cut me off.

"Conditions are-" I had cut him off this time.

"Totally awesome, good boy?" I looked at him innocently, with a smirk.

"Ugh fine. Okay, what's your condition?" he gave up making me beam with triumph.

"Don't touch my chicken," I instructed, as the chicken looked up at him curiously.

"Does you're chicken have a name?" he looked down at it. While it acted like a lion and tried to look like he was eating Jessy's jeans.

"I don't have a name and neither does my chicken," I proceeded to walk, with him following after me, while my chicken pecked at his jeans.

"You can be M&M and he can be Chewie Chicken?" he asked, trying not laugh as he pointed to my chicken.

"Nope," I told him, simply and continued to speed up.

"Random person and Chickenzilla?" he sped up with me as he tried out more names.

"No."

With that, we resumed walking for about an hour, until I got tired and finally gave into names. I figured we couldn't travel without names, he would make one up for me eventually anyways.

"How about I'm...er..." I stopped to think, chewing on my lip.

"Dudette? Nameless with a name?" he snapped his fingers with excitement.

"Er, um, yeah Dudette, sure and my chicken can be Chewie, like you said," then I started to walk again with a wide smile playing along my lips. He ran to catch up.

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