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Chapter 3

  After sitting with the “world peace freaks" by the fire for four hours, eventually they all left me, alone. I begin to wonder whether Luke was coming back or not, it was almost 1am.

Random people started to move multiple random couches that were far out from the fire, closer.   I let out a sigh, and I seen my my breath.

I scoot closer on the cement bricks that surrounds the fire.

“Nezbit." A familiar voice said from behind, touching my back.

I turn to see Luke holding the quilt that I had packed two days ago, and the jacket he had worn not to long ago.

I was so angry at him. Why would he leave me alone?! He was just so inconsiderate, and full of himself! I wanted to slap him, slap him so hard! But of course I kept quiet, letting my my words only speak through my hazel eyes.

“Someone looks cranky." He half smiled.

I huffed as I looked away. “I am not."

He chuckled. “Well can you continue to not be mad at me, on the couch?"

This is where we're staying? Can't be mad, can I? I guess it's better than the substation.

I stood as I followed him to the couch. It was bigger than most of the ones here. It could fit about three people while the rest could only fit about two, I'm surprised no one tried to take that one yet. He sat closest to the right edge, while I sat in the middle. He spreads the quilt above both of our legs.

I looked around seeing the many teenage bodies, all gather around to the different couches to sleep. I couldn't help but have a bad image go through my mind, suggesting that I might end up being one of them.

“Having second thoughts?" His voice rung in my ears.

“No." I answered.

I think I prefer this over the foster home for some odd reason. I would rather be sleeping under the stars than be in the children's house of hell.

I wrapped my arms around myself, and rub each of them with the opposite hands.

“Cold?" He asked.

I nod, “A little."

He sighs as he starts to take off his jacket, and holds it out for me to grasp.

Usually, I would tell him no thank you, and insist he took it back, but he left me clueless of my situation for four whole hours straight! Plus it was supper chilly, no way was I turning that jacket down.

I grabbed the jacket and pulled it on, afterwards, I pulled the long hair of mine out of the collar. Huffing, I stare at the orange and red flames from the fire.

“Nezbit," He signed. “Look, I'm sorry that I left you, I had some stuff to do. I won't do it every night, I promise."

Thank God!

“What did you even go do?" I mumbled, still feeling a little annoyed by him.

“To do some stuff that just needed to get done, alright."

“That's not fair."

“Sorry."

“Don't say sorry!" I complained. “Just tell me what you did, please!"

“Just… something my mates and I do sometimes." He shrugged.

I shook my head as I looked away, that still was not what I wanted.

“…I saw you hanging with the peace makers." He chuckled.

I shrugged to avoid conversating, and blowing up on him.