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"Depends... When are you supposed to be home?" Wyatt asked then took a sip of his tea. I wanted to lie and say10:30, but my parents aren't going to be home tonight nor tomorrow. Technically I can be out til Sunday. "At least by three a.m". He chuckled a little, then started searching for something. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "My GPS." I checked the car floor; found it underneath a report card. I handed him the GPS and i examined his report card, being the nosey person I am. In every class he had a high A. I set his card back where it was. "Where you looking to go?" I asked while He started pressing buttons. "Cider hill." He put his GPS on its stand and turned to the nearest exit. "Up for a 2 hour drive?" Wyatt smiled with those words. "Sure I guess".

We talked about our past, future, and interests. Wyatt isn't what I expected at all. He loves old movies, candy and pizza. In that we are a like. His father is a VERY wealthy Business man and his mum died when he was 4. I had both my parents, and they worked the same job. They go around the world giving kids wonderful places to live while they have a kid at home, who does everything in the house, but the bill. I shouldn't feel this way, but when I was younger my aunt was my mom. Wyatt used to get bullied a lot for his looks and clothes. The only label in this school is 'bitch', 'slut', and 'man whore'. He was considered a 'geek' which was a rare specimen to this school that they had to squash. So he changed the scenery and now he's the most popular guy in school. I've never been picked on really... I was always the quiet type. I had 3 friends and that's all I really needed. I'm the 'wallflower', but here I don't know what I'm considered.

Wyatt doesn't really know what he wants to do after high school. He wants to be a soldier, a fire fighter or a mechanic. He applied to a ton of collages and got accepted to most. I'm going to Boston University to become a writer. That's why we moved here. If my writing fails, then I'll be a nurse to small children. He wants a wife and family of his own one day, as do I. He was really gushy and sweet... Again, Not what I expected.

Most the car ride was just silent....It was a good silence though. We just simply enjoyed each other's company, but not through conversation.

We finally got to Cider Hill.

Wyatt hopped out of his seat and walked over to open my door. "Why think you" I stepped out of the car, my legs feeling like jelly. Wyatt opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a blanket and a six pack of beer...