Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)

Chapter Eight

Chrissy

I woke up from falling off the balcony face planting to the floor.

"OW." I groaned as I got up and readjusted my nose. I really should have slept on the couch or something.

When I finally regained my balance I realized it was the morning. I stretched and yawned before walking into Stefans house.
I found Damon sprawled out on the couch snoring. I could still smell the liquor all over him.

I picked up my bag that I hid behind a table and snugged it on. As much as I wanted to stay, this wasn't my home. I looked around for something I could take...

Oh please guys it won't be something they'd miss.

I ran through some of their books and found a map of the world. It was such a big place. But all this time I've only been stuck in America. I've covered almost every state but I couldn't find a place called home.

What if my home wasn't even in America?

But then again what if I don't even have a home.

I stuffed the map into my pocket and crept over to Damon. His face was mushed into the couch and his back pocket was up. I could see the bulge.

The bulge in his back pocket.

Which was his wallet.

Don't think deep dudes.

I slipped it out without waking him up. He's drunk, so it was pretty easy. I opened it up to find just a buck.

I groaned at his lack of money. I bet he spent it all on alcohol last night. I put his wallet on the table and crept up the stairs.

There were so many rooms just as I thought.

I easily found Stefans room and walked in. I drooled at the sight of him shirtless.

Except he was shirtless with Elena cuddled next to him.

I still drooled though, cause they were so cute. I found his wallet neatly sitting on his messy desk. I opened it to find $30. I took 20.

I took a quick glance around his room and decided not to take anything else. I had this feeling that everything kept in here was precious to him. They all looked like antiques. Like treasure.

Including Elena.

I let out a sigh and vanished out of the house.

*

I had a taxi drive me to the airport. I was done with America. Thanks to this map I can travel to a million places! After paying for the cab and thanking the driver, I got out to find a million girls crowding around the place. I struggled to get pass through all of them and when I did, a security shoved me back into the pit.

"What the hell?" I commented. He looked at me with strict eyes and pushed me even further into the girls.

"Can't go inside." He said blandly.

"Why not?"

"Fans aren't allowed." He said again.

"Fans? I'm not a fan! I need to book a flight!" I cried back. He didn't seem to care or believe me.

You fucking prick.

I disappeared into the crowd and decided I had to sneak in. So I quickly made myself invisible and ran pass the asshole. I took his wallet in the process.

I laughed when I finally got inside and waved the wallet in the air. I knew no one could see me though. I shoved it in my bag and I looked up at the big screen.