we need to leave

oftentimes

"peter do u have any food left, i havent ate since ive gotten here." elliot asks, only for peter to reply with no.

what if... i jump off the table, looking back at the two. "wanna go take whats ours?"

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elliots pov:

"wanna go take whats ours?" ray says in an ominous tone, a mischievous grin plastered on his pink, rosy lips.

i hesitate agreeing, although my heart is set on finding out what awaits. and my stomach as well.

i finally nod, following behind the trouble-finding brown-haired boy and fairly innocent peter out the door. an array of black and brown birds swoop down, excitedly chirping to each other. the bright red and orange sun hits the trees, lighting up the rocky path below. i nervously chuckle, running up to the two and stuffing my hands into my jean pockets.

"where r we going, chief?" i jokingly ask ray, lightly hitting his shoulder.

"thats a surprise~" ray replies, sweetly smiling at me. is he not mad abt it?

my thoughts get interrupted by peters voice, "r u an emo? r u furry? r u emo furry?" he says jokingly pointing at me, in a fast manner.

"shut up- u remember that?" ray blurts out, laughing at peters impression of his words from years back.

we laugh, all grinning ear to ear, like old times...

ray stops in his tracks, spotting a large nice-looking building. section d.

a smile tugs on my lips, "last one there is a rotten egg!" i scream, taking off running.

"hey! thats not fair!" peter yells back from behind me, him and ray starting to run after me.

"wait up!" ray giggles, in last place.

i stop at the large door, my hand hovering over the gold handle. peter comes in second place, carefully slowing down next to me. but then ray tries to stop... his side rams into the the wall front of us, "ow..."

ray laughs between "ow"s and "oo"s, struggling to get off the rough pebble ground.

"r u okay?" i chuckle, reaching out a hand to help the fallen boy up. he softly stares up into my eyes, embarrassingly giggling before taking my hand. he lightly brushes off the dirt from his light brown pants, nodding out my to open the door to a most definitely spoiled group of teens.

i twist open the door, walking into a nice-looking room with huge silver flat-screens in almost every corner. blue and white tables littered throughout the clean walls and floors. a few ppl that look around our age r comfortably sitting in the tables, either talking to one of their friends or playing on some sort of device. warm, airy scents of citrus and flower petals fill up my nostrils, way better than the cigarette smell we have back in section a.

i look over to the suspicious-looking boy, another mischievous grin on his face as he skips away towards a group of girls. peter and i look at each other, sharing the same worried look.

we walk over towards ray, making sure hes not saying anything that could get us in trouble.

"hey ladies," ray softly says, as a horrible attempt to flirt, "doing anything fun over here?" or at least what only i thought was horrible.