*Chapter 7*

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We were already halfway. I haven't got any news from Michael or dad. I also told Olimphia to wait for me at home but now i'm thinking this was a big mistake. At least it was fun while me and Charlie were walking. We were playing games and talking about the things we will do when we get back home.

---Time skip: Almost in Hurricane---

We were really close to Hurricane. I finally got connected to internet so i could see Michael texted me. Suprisingly, dad hasn't texted me but he might have work so i thought i wouldn't bother him.

Michael Aftussy
Y/N!! Why did
you run from
the house?!?
Have you lost
your mind?!?..
Listen..i know
you are probably
on your way, already
so i can't change
your mind. Anyway,
as soon as you get in
Hurricane, come to my
house. I'll stay awake!
2:56

I thought it was a ridiculous idea for him to stay awake just to wait for me. At one point, i thought it might be a good idea because i want to see him as soon as possible, but in the other- i don't want him, staying awake just to see my dumbass.

I didn't reply to him, though. I put my phone back in my bag and continued walking.

We were getting closer...and closer...and closer.. to Hurricane. I already got tired. My legs were hurting, my back was hurting and i already wanted to go to sleep.
"Hey Charlie, do you want to sit down somewhere and then continue walking?" I asked Charlotte, that looked really tired too.
"Okay...let's sit down!" she said with her throaty, exhausted voice. She already had eyebags under her eyes and i could see her eyes, getting heavier.

We sat down on the grass. It was cold and soft as i expected. I leaned down on a tree and closed my eyes a bit just so i could rest. I didn't move for at least 5 minutes but i opened my eyes.

We got back to walking. Now Charlie was starting to ask "Did we arrive yet?" "Did we get there?" "How much time until we get there?". I was starting to get stressed because i thought i had a lot of way to go...but no...just as i thought, when i thought there was no point of walking anymore, i saw a sign, that had "Welcome to Hurricane!!". I gasped. Charlie got startled as she was looking down at her feet and then looked at the sign. She gasped too.
"Okay, let's go and then we're going to Afton's house!" i said happily. Finally my voice didn't sound so exhausted and finally sounded normal.

I recognized my neighbourhood as soon as i saw Michael's house. It hasn't changed a lot for a year. I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds. My heart was racing and i felt scared, even though there's nothing to be scared of.

I saw the door opening and in the next moment. I saw a boy, approximately 6'0 feet tall. He was wearing some sweats and a T-shirt. I could recognize the boy that was now standing in front of me. It was...
"Michael?!" i asked to check if i didn't get the wrong house.
"Y/N! It's me! I'm glad to see you again, darling!" he answered and hugged me. I hugged him back and buried my head in his chest. Then we pulled off.
"Hi Charlie!" Mike greeted Charlotte.
"Hi!" she said, shortly.

"Okay, listen.. Um... I know it's 4 am and it's late but my father is at your house. We should go there!" Michael said nervously and invited me to go in.
"Why should we?" i asked confused. I didn't know what was so important so we have to go there.
"It's nothing important, but we won't lose anything if we go"

I nodded, which meant i agreed to go. We left the house. While we were walking, i could see Michael pulling out a cigarette. I smirked and pulled out one too while he was lighting it up. I pulled out my lighter. Michael started laughing at me.
"You smoke?" he chuckled. I just ended lighting it up.
"What's so funny?" i asked, not looking at him. My face was serious but i wasn't mad or anything.
"Hm.. When we were 11 you said you would never smoke" he chuckled again
"Well.. Things change i'm not 11 anymore, i'm 17" i said, still looking somewhere else. I was smiling now.
"You could be right"
"I know, i am"

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