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I hoped back into the truck and took off to begin my journey.

I followed the same road until the end.

At the end was a lake, and the sight was quite beautiful.

There was a sign and it had two arrows; one pointing right and the other pointing left.

Underneath the arrow that was pointing left said: Troy-Vile - 10 m.

Underneath the arrow that was pointing right said: Taylor-Vile - 15 m.

I decided I would turn right and head into Taylor-Vile.

It was about a 35 minute ride but from the looks of it from the outside of town, it was worth it.

There was a sign and it read:

WELCOME TO TAYLOR-VILE!

Population: 6,870.

Since I wasn't sure of where I was going I decided to pull up to a variety store and ask someone if there was a motel or some where I could spend a couple nights at before I made any big decisions. But by the looks of it, the store was closed.

I'm unsure of where I was gonna stay. I decided I would stop into a small diner and ask for directions.

Once I reached the counter, a very attractive boy, approached me.

His name tag read 'Ryker'

"Hey beautiful, how can I help you." He said while smirking.

I just let out a small laugh, "well i'm not from around here and I was wondering if you could suggest somewhere I could stay?" I said.

"Well if you want, my shift ends in about 10 minutes, and if you don't mind I can show you some places."

I am unsure of what to say, first an attractive boy just told me he would show me around but I just met him and this may end up very badly.

"Uhhh, well if you don't mind, then sure I would really like that."

What, why did I just agree.

But if I didn't I wouldn't know what else to do.

Maybe this could be a good thing.

He even offered.

What am I getting myself into?

"Awesome! If you want you take a seat and once I'm done we can head out." He said with a huge smirk on his face.

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He finished his shift and we headed off.

We got outside and the first thing he did was make a joke about my old truck.

But it wasn't even my truck, technically I stole it but still, he continuously made jokes about it.

"It's not mine! I'm not even old enough to drive." I said defending myself.

Right after I said it I out my hands over my mouth.

Why am I telling this boy I'm not legal.

"Wait, how old are you?" Ryker asked.

I'm 15, but I'll be 16 in two months." I said trying to make up for my mistake.

"That's okay, your secret is safe with me." He said. Meaning he caught onto my vibe, that I didn't mean to tell him and that I didn't want him to tell anyone!

I let out a sigh of relief.

"So um-I'm guessing were taking my 'old, run down truck' because I don't see another vehicle." I said, mocking his words.

"Uh, yeah. I would say let's use my car, but uh it's in the repair shop." He said, drifting off his sentence.

I didn't say anything and walked over to "my" truck and got in on the passenger side.

He got in the drivers side and was really hesitant heading off.

"You do know how to drive right." I said making sure.

"Yeah, yeah I do." He said nervously.

"Then go! There's nothing to be afraid of, I know the truck is a little old, but she runs nicely."

"No, no it's not that." He said.

"Why are you letting me take you? Why do you trust me?"

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