-Author's note-
Aha hi. So I went away for a while but back so yeah
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Zayn's P.o.v
"Mike wake up" I say shaking my sleeping best friend, getting a groan in response.
"C'mon man, we gotta get out of here" I say walking out of his room. Well, we stayed at a hotel last night. We couldn't risk going home and getting caught.
I grab my backpack off the pull out couch and walk over to the mini fridge, which is in the corner of the hotel's living room. We couldn't afford anything spectacular seeing how all we have is what's in our pockets.
I slug my backpack off my should, and open the small fridge, stuffing all of its contents into my bag.
This should last us a few days. After that, well I guess we'll see when we get there.
"Mike, are you up?!" I call out, zipping up my bag.
"Yeah" I hear him reply groggily.
I pick up my bag and walk to the small room next to the living room, which consisted of a small dining table, two worn chairs, and a window with a view of only the brick wall of the next building. Calling this place a dump would be an understatement.
Mike comes into the small room soon after me with two bowls of cereal. He sets them on each end of the table, before slumping into a chair.
"Sorry it's dry" he says wiping his eyes, following with a yawn. "There was no milk in the fridge- there was nothing in the fridge..." He adds, sounding confused.
"Got it in my bag already" I wink. I've been up longer than Mike. He isn't used to the whole "early morning - always traveling" routine.
We never have a permanent place anymore. I got in trouble at home, so I ran off. I met Mike a few years back, and we've been getting in trouble together ever since.
"So, what was in the fridge.." Mike says, taking a piece of cereal from the bowl and popping it in his mouth.
I grin to myself before unzipping my backpack.
"Well" I start. "We got... A few cans of soda- these might go flat soon though... There's yogurt" I continue to rummage through my bag, as mike cringes at the thought of yogurt. He hates it. More for me though.
"There's some pickles" I say taking out the jar and shaking it around, I put it back down before continuing.
"Um... Water, cheese, pasta... And Milk" I laugh. It doesn't seem like much, but Mike and I, we don't eat much. It's better to conserve.
"That should last us a bit, I guess" Mike says, standing up, and grabbing both our empty bowls. He takes them to the sink, which I probably forgot to mention.
"You need to shower man" I tell Mike, laughing. He just rolls his eyes.
"Just the truth mate" I say walking into the living room. I gather all my stuff off the pull out- and the floor, then stuff it into the second pocket if my bag. I wouldn't want my dirty socks touching our only supply of food.
"Mike, get your stuff ready" I call out to him.
"Already done" he replies, coming up to me and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He's finally catching up. He's going to need to too, we're going back to school this week. I've been holding it off, but I we have to go back at some point.
"Ready to go?" I say, looking around the room, just in case we left something we might need.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Mike replies.
