We've been walking for almost 3 hours and it's getting dark. I'm kind of scared of what's going to happen, when it gets dark, tomorrow, if anyone finds out what we did. I'm already regretting this choice, but when I remember why I ran away in the first place it makes me more determined to keep going.
There are two reasons why we are running. First, our parents don't exactly "approve" of us being together. Second, we had to leave the town. Something was happening that was very suspicious.
There's no way to really explain what's been happening. But we had to stay away from that town.
Dylan has been trying to start a fire for about ten minutes now. "Dang it!" He says. I giggle because it's funny when he gets frustrated.
He looks up at me and smiles,
"What did you wanna try?"
"No I'm good." I laugh again.
"Then don't be laughing at me it's harder than it looks." He says, trying to act hurt but I know he's just playing around.
"So where are we going?" I ask getting more serious.
"I'm not sure."
"Dylan, we can't keep running with no where to go!"
"Don't worry I'll figure something out I always do." He says
That didn't totally convince me though. I mean don't get me wrong I'd trust Dylan with my life but I'm still nervous.
