The Runaway's Guitar

Chapter 2

We walked all the way to my house it was raining the whole time but it always rains here. When we got there there was no body else home. We went to the game room which was a room at the very back of my house that had a TV a PS3 and a Wii we never used the Wii though. We did what we usually did when we hang out at my house put on some stand up comedy, talk and sometimes we play my guitar. We went through our usual routine he gets the stand up on I go get sweats on and make food for us. I put on my favorite navy sweats that I got at a camp that I worked at in the summer and got my guitar. Then I made a bowl of popcorn and brought it to the games room. Nick had made the pull out couch in to a bed and was sitting up watching "Bo Burnham what." it was our favorite. I passed the bowl of popcorn to him.

"It's about time I was going to make it myself" He wined

"Yeah right! You wouldn't even know how to make it!" I exclaimed

"It's not rocket science"

"Oh whatever just eat your popcorn" I laughed while stuffing my own face. After a bit of watching Bo I was bored picking at some strings on my guitar.

"Well this is boring" Nick said.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Runaway. Far Far away." he said while watching my figures pick at the guitar. He knew that I hated it here not just where we were but everything about here. He also knew that I always have want to runaway.

"But we can't" He said with a sigh

"Why can't we?" I said

"I hope you're joking. We are in grade 11 we don't know jack about how to take care of ourselves in the real world. It's not a happy rainbow sunshine kind of world, Skylar. We would be dead within the first week of running away. How do you suposse we would make money and be able to feed ourselves. We would be constantly on the run and we would be hungry, cold and alone." He was upset I could easily see that, anybody could. I just watched him pace back and forth.

"I'm sorry" I almost whispered. I felt so small I didn't want him to yell at me or get mad.

"No" He said sitting down on the pull out bed. "I'm sorry, I freaked out. I just... I want to runaway with you you are my best friend and I think we could make it but it's just unrealistic"

"That's okay. we all have our moments" I answered feeling a little better.

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I woke up to something hitting my window. I looked at the clock it was 1:27 am. Something hit my window again and I almost screamed. I peeked out my window and I tried to make out what was down on the ground. I saw Nick standing there in the darkness with little Pebbles in his hands I opened my window.

"What are you doing?!?!" I whisper yelled.

"Waking you up" I couldn't see his smile but I knew he was smiling.

"It worked now what do you want?"

"I want to talk so put on some shoes and get down here"

"Okay I'll be down in a second" I walked as quietly as possible down stairs and grabbed my Uggs then went out the back door.

"Let's go." He said.

"Go where?"

"Walk around town and talk."

"We do that all the time." I mimicked him.

"Oh shut up" He laughed. We got out of my back yard and started walking.

"Soooooo I was thinking" He started but I cut him off.

"That you finally realized peanut butter is disgusting?" I finished his sentence,

"What? No" He laughed. " I was thinking maybe we could runaway." This was strange especially after that freak out he had.

"Uh what about your freaking out?"

"I thought about it and I realized we don't have any reason to stay here. We don't like it here we don't have anybody important to us here and we are smart together I think, no I know we can make it if we try"

"What about school though Nick you were right before."

"No I wasn't. We don't need grade 11 for what we are doing anyways. I want to be a writer and since I am in grade 12 English and I still already know everything and you, you are going to be famous Skylar."

"What? How in the world am I going to be famous?"

"You are amazing with a guitar and you have an amazing voice when you sing."

"But I want to play small venues. I don't want to be famous." It was true everyone would know me and fallow my life I didn't want that at all. I wanted to live how i wanted with out random people i didn't even know judging my every move.

"Then you will play small venues!" he through his hands up while saying that I couldn't help but giggle. He stopped walking we were right under a street lamp. He stretched out his arm and opened his hand like you was going to take my hand in his. He was smiling from ear to ear.

"So what do you say Skylar? Want to be a runaway with me?"