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Honk. Honk.

I bolted from the empty living room to the front door. My heart was pounding from what my Mother had told me a half hour earlier.

I grabbed my purse, put on my heels, and left the house-not forgetting to lock the front door.

My heels clicked down the driveway. They were the closest shoes to the front door; I had no time to search for my sandals. I swung my cream colored purse over my right shoulder and proceeded.

He had opened the shotgun door from the drivers seat, reaching his arm across the car panel and gear.  I grabbed the door from his hand, sat inside the immobile car, shut the passengers door, and immediately broke down crying.

"Kirstin... Kirst." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pushed himself closer to me. We would be hugging right now if it wasn't for being inside of this car. He rubbed my shoulders and shushed me, as quiet yet sincere as possible. I sobbed into his arms.

"Shhhh.... Hey. It'll be okay." He whispered in my ear. 

I knew I was overreacting. Look at me- hyperventilating into my best friends' arms. I felt my tears start to sting my eyes through my eye makeup as I lifted my head from his embrace.

I perked up as soon as I saw his light grey shirt practically drenched in makeup.

"Scott! Your-"  Sniff.  "Your shirt! I-I.. I'm sorry!" I apologized.

He looked down at his tear-stain shirt and shrugged, not phased at all. He just chuckled and gave me a smile.

"Kit, you know I don't care. You could stain all of my shirts and I still wouldn't be phased." He opened the car cabinet and took out a little wrapped package of tissues. He opened it and handed me a few.

"Yeah, sure." I softly laughed while wiping my under eyes with a tissue. I sighed, resting my back down on my seat again.

A nice, small silence was present. It wasn't awkward at all. It was comfortable. It felt safe.

I'm going to miss that feeling.

Scott started the car and began to pull out of my neighborhood. I didn't care where he took me, I just wanted to leave my house.

"I came as soon as I heard," he started, "I can't believe she got the job!" He smiled.

I sighed, halfheartedly. "I'm happy for her, too. She deserves it. I- I just don't want to leave."

Scott glanced over at me to witness my expression. He looked back to the road in front of him and accelerated onto the highway.

I took a long breath and released it. Thousands of thoughts were buzzing in my mind and I had to spill.

"I don't want to leave the South. I don't want to leave Texas. I don't want to leave Martin High School, Scott. I don't want to leave you."

I looked to my left to watch his emotion change. His eyebrows wrinkled. He opened his mouth quickly to respond, though words did not come out.

"We'll never be separated, Kirstie. You're my sister from another mister. You're the Spongebob to my Patrick. We're inseparable."

"I know, I know. I'll call you everyday. I'll text you in between class- God, Scott! I can't believe my Mom's making me do this. I don't want to go to a new school. I have trouble making friends already! Can I just move in with you?"

"No, Kirstin. As much as I would love that, your Mom would never allow it. And don't say that about yourself. Look at you! You're nice, you're friendly, you're gorgeous. Anybody would be lucky to have you as a friend."

"Oh, you're too kind." I joked.

We parked in front of his house. I hesitated before I walked inside.

"Scott?" He turned around. He was about to walk through the front door. He nodded, signifying for me to continue. So I did.

"You know what... You go on ahead. I'm going to call my Mom real quick and tell her where I ran off to."

He agreed, saying something along the lines of running away from home. I smiled as he walked inside and probably into his living room.

I got out my Rose Gold IPhone 6 and dialed my Mothers' number.

Ring

Ring

Ri-

"Hello? Kirstin?"

"Hi, Mom."

"Honey! Where are you?"

"I'm at Scotts'." I blankly told her. I'm not mad at her at all, she's a sweet woman. I'm mad about the fact that I have to move to New York and create an entirely new life. Away from my family and friends. Just my Mom and I. Alone. In some New York apartment.

Can't wait.

"You've been gone for well over an hour! Kirstin Taylor. Get home as soon as you can- we have to pack."

"Ma- Can I just have some time with Scott? It's the last time I'll see him for God knows how long!"

"You left the house without permission."

"Mom! Please?"

"Kirstin, honey. As much as I want you to have a nice, long farewell with your friends- we don't have any time. It's 6:22, I need you home by... let's say... 8:00. And there's something else I need to tell you."

I sighed. I only get to spend an hour with Scott? Better make it worth it.
"What's that?"

"I'll tell you at home. Remember- curfew is 8. Our flight is at 11- I forgot to say. 11pm."

I gulped. Less than six hours and I'm out of this state. My home.

"O-Okay."

"Alright. Goodbye, sweetheart. See you tonight."

"See you."

I pressed the red button with the white telephone silhouette and ended our call.

My heart started pounding again.