Dumb Love (completed)

(12)Welcome to New York

A/N I have nothing to say so enjoy!

I eventually stopped running and turned around. I could still see our house but we were far enough that we were safe.

Who would do this? The entire thing was on fire and it was burning to the ground.

I didn't have my phone and I couldn't call anyone but all the neighbors slowly came out of their houses.

I couldn't go back and explain, the person who burned it down could still be back there.

I layed Landon down on the grass and stroked his face. He was unconscious.

I burst into tears. I wiped them away quickly and picked him up again. I walked to Megs' house only to realize she'd already left for school.

Where was I to go? I couldn't go to school, where was I going to put Landon?

I sat on the curb crying still holding onto my bear and my little box with my earrings in it and Landon over my shoulder.

"Carter? Oh my god!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

It was Zander.

He rushed over and helped me up.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"My um, my house got burned down." I said with my croaky voice. Then realizing I was still in the clothes I wore yesterday except they were all black an gray and smelled like smoke.

"What? What happened?" He asked.

"I don't know."I said crying even harder.

"Come on." He said pulling me into his truck.

We rode back to his house and when we got there he walked me into his room keeping Landon in the back seat.

"We have to take Landon to the hospital." He said.

"I have to fly to New York. Today." I told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"I can't explain it to you right now, but there's someone after me." I wiped my tears away.

"I can help you." He offered.

"Yes, by taking care of Landon and driving me to the air port." I told him.

"Like this? All you have is a dirty old teddy bear and a little blue box. Why do you have a teddy bear?" He asked.

"I'll be fine." I responded.

"How long will you stay?" He questioned looking kind of worried.

"How ever long it will take. Don't worry, it won't be forever." I said.

He grabbed a bag from his closet and sat it on his bed. He packed two flannels, two pairs of band t-shirts, and two of his sweaters and two pairs of joggers and one pair of sweat pants.

"You'll look cute in my clothes. And you won't forget me and fall in love with some New Yorker." He smirked.

"That's sweet but I'll need more...things." I smiled.

"Oh underwear! I have some right here." He said extending his hand out with a pair of boxers.

"Cute, but I'm not wearing your boxers." I said pushing his hand back.

He laughed and put them back in his drawer.

"Will you tell me why you're going?" He asked.

I realized how much I hated people who kept secrets from me.