The Lost Girl And The Runner

I walked down the street, alone again. I walk, thinking about my newest  life. My name used to be Katrina Doe, now it's just the Lost Girl. They call me that because I'm always going somewhere. I've walked across the country three times over the last two years. I take an occasional break when nature calls or when I'm hungry. Sometimes I eat free because I'm a celebrity or something. The reporters ask me why, I just tell them I'm looking for a place I belong. I hear a deep voice call my new name, so I turn to look.

"Yes?" I ask the boy. He's very cute, long-ish blond hair, emerald green eyes, and a beard. He was running, I could tell. He looks familiar but I can't place his face.

"You're the Lost Girl right? I was wondering if I could join you, if you don't mind." The boy says. He looks about my age. He looks like he's been out as long, if not longer, as me.

"Go ahead, do I know you?" I ask. He smiles down at me. Curse my shortness! I think to myself as I run a hand through my long brown hair.

"They call me the Runner, but I'll tell you name if you tell me yours." He negotiates. We start walking.

"My name is Katrina Doe. I'm an orphan, but no one ever wanted a teenager. Now I'm eighteen." I say.

"My name is Nicholas Bluestone. My parents died, as well as my little sister and brother in a house fire while I was at a party. I'm twenty one." He says. I bow my head in understanding. We continue on for miles, never stopping.  People took videos of us, neither of us were even affected, we're used to it. Then we get to the next town. There's the usual reporters and such. They all look at us stunned. We're crowded by them in seconds.

"Are you two a couple?"
"How'd you two meet?"
"Is it true that you two are siblings or are y'all a couple?"
"Why are you two together?"
"Are you dating?"

The reporters ask all of this and more. I stop them when I clear my thought.

"We are friends and we met on the road, I have no siblings or parents for that matter. I am legally an adult so don't try to call child service." I say in a monotone voice. They continue to ask us questions but me and Nicholas are able to squeeze through.

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We continue walking for months together, getting to know each other. We've gone to different cities and bought supplies. They still ask if we're a couple. One night me and Nick were stargazing in the Arizona Desert. Nick keeps on fidgeting with his hoodie's zipper, I wonder what's on his mind. Suddenly he sits up and looks at me intently with his emerald green eyes.

"Kat, would you like to become my girlfriend?" He asks blushing madly. I look back at him surprised. He takes it as a no. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that. You probably don't like me as anything other than a friend. I'm sorry Katrina. I-I didn't mean to come on so strong. Please for-"

I cut him off by sitting up and crashing our lips together. His arms wrap around my wait. At first he doesn't respond to my kiss but then he starts. The kiss is fierce and passionate. I've liked him ever since that first day. We pull apart for air, his forehead on mine. That was the best first kiss ever.

"Why'd you do that, now I want more." He chuckles. I feel his breath on my cheeks. My arms find themselves around his neck. I smile at him and play with his hair.

"I had to shut you up some how. And you never let me answer. I would love to be your girlfriend. How about in the next town we go on a date?" I say with a devious smirk. He blushes but then gets an idea based on his smirk. He pushes me back on our blanket, he nuzzles my neck with his face. My face heats up extremely.

"Okay, but for now, let's sleep." He says laying down next to me. We wake up at dawn and head into town. When the reporters ask if we're dating we nod. They are all so shocked we escape without a problem. We find a diner and come in. A waitress comes and sits us down.