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A loud knock startled Dan out of his slumber. Bleary eyed, he clicked on his lamp and stood up from his bed, pulling on a pair of sweats, and walked out of his room, heading toward the stairs. Another knock. Louder, more urgent.

"I'm coming, Christ," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

He pulled the latch, opening the door and shivering at the cold. He looked up, his eyes locking with the familair blue pair. He stared for a moment, before the boy's voice shook him out of his thoughts.

"Pack a bag. We've got to go. Now."

Dan blinked. "What? Why? How did you even find where I lived?" He looked over the boy's shoulder, his eyes scanning over the car, recognising the same curly haired boy from last week in the driver's seat and an unfamiliar boy in the passenger side. "What are the-"

"Dan." He turned back to the blue eyed one. "Pack. A. Bag."

Dan gulped, nodding and heading back into his house, the boy right behind him. He picks up a duffel bag on the way to the stairs, dragging it up with him.

"Remind me why I'm leaving with you?" Dan asked as he stuffed clothes into his bag. The boy followed him into the bathroom as he grabbed shampoo, bodywash, and a razor.

"Remember that video you filmed?" Dan nodded. "The cops saw it."

Dan's cheeks turned pink. "Oh,"

The boy scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, 'oh' my ass. What the hell made you think making a storytime about that would be a good idea?"

Dan shrugged shyly, throwing his wallet into the bag. "I didn't think the cops would see it. And even if they did, I didn't think they'd know it was about you and your stupid gang."

"The cops have been looking for us for eight months. If a naïve little boy makes a video about being involved in a drug heist, they're going to know it had to do with us." His phone rang.

He pulled it out of his pocket, checking the message. He sighed angrily. "Peej and Chris left. We're going to have to walk to the house before we can take off."

Dan walked to his bed, picking up his camera and his battery and phone charger, stuffing them in the bag as well.

"Seriously? What're you gonna do, document our adventures?" The boy asked, licking his lips.

Dan nodded. "I don't just make videos, I'm a photographer too."

He scoffed again. "Of course you are," he mumbled.

Dan rolled his eyes, reaching for his straightener, when the boy grabbed his hand, pulling him away. "Hey! What the hell, I need that!" He whined.

"No you don't. Your hair will appreciate it," the boy rushed, throwing Dan's bag over his shoulder.

Dan panicked slightly as he slipped on his shoes, grabbing his phone from his bedside table. Am I actually running off with a random boy right now?

He bounded down the stairs, grabbing his keys and a coat, before following the boy out of his house. He waited impatiently as Dan locked his door, dropping his keys twice, then they were off.