Sarah's POV***
"Come on, Bailey!" I shoved her a bit, "They're on a business trip! They'll never know!" She looked down at the ground, "I don't know, Sarah, don't you think we're a bit young to just go off on our own like that?" I bit my lip and looked out the window, re gaining my train of thought. She was right, but who was I to say anyone was right over me? "No. We're sixteen, we can do it," I nodded. She looked a bit unsure about this entire plan, but I was desperate to get her to agree. "What if they do find out? I mean, my parents? Then what will we do?" She inquired of me. "They won't! Look, we can just set certain dates so that we can be back way before your folks get home!" I smiled cheekily, gesturing that I knew it all. She rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. I pursed my lips a bit as though begging for a simple 'yes.' "Fine," she sighed, "we will go. But if anything, I mean anything, goes wrong, I swear, I'll turn you in as a run away minor." I didn't see how she wouldn't get in trouble herself for being a 'run away minor', if anything did perhaps go wrong, but then remembered what exactly she meant by that. I often forgot that I was a run away, mostly because I didn't exactly care. Most people, when they run away from home, are scared and uneasy about it. I just got up and left. No harm done. Bailey was nothing at all like me. She was more of a 'good girl' which made me wonder how we became friends in the first place. I suppose it was because she didn't flash that she was a good girl. She didn't make that an item of who she was. She was just Bailey. That, and she was the one person who didn't look at all the good things about me. She looked at the bad things and still chose to be my best friend regardless of any of that.
I stood and walked down the steps. "So, you want to help me pack?" I smiled. "Sure," she steadied herself to her feet and raced after me. "Why won't you stay in my basement?" She frowned as we approached the old, rugged house that I called home. "I like it here," I nodded once, pushing the door open. Truthfully, I hated it, but why ruin my reputation? The floors creaked as we walked back through the house, weaving through vines and such that grew through the shattered windows. "Ow," Bailey gasped. I turned to see what was the matter. "Thorns," she shrugged. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just a little blood," she stroked the finger against her white cotton shirt, leaving a streak of blood behind. I continued to venture through my house until we finally reached my bedroom. I grabbed the backpack I carried around most of the time, my wad of twenties, fifties, and hundereds I had been saving, and some clothes to make it through this vacation. "Alright," I smiled shoving the last bit into my bag, "all set."
Once we had made our journey back out of the house, we walked back down the block to hers. "Are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this?" She questioned me. I nodded quickly. She got her suitcase, covered in flowers and bows, and put some clothes in it. Once she had gotten all of her stuff, we walked outside to begin our expedition to the airport. "How are we even getting on the plane?" She looked confused, "We're 16, remember?" I knelt down, swinging my bag off my back. After unzipping the smallest pocket, I pulled out a small card. "Here," I handed it to her. "Oh, no," she shook her head, "I can't do this." She turned, throwing down the card, and walked away. "Wait, Bailey!" I ran and stopped in front of her, blocking her way. "Please?" I begged, "I know we can do this, if we just try." She shook her head, "I can't, I cannot use a fake I.D." I brushes my hair back from my face and picked up the I.D. lying on the ground. "Hm..." I flipped it over multiple times in my hand, "looks like a real I.D. Feels like a real I.D." I put the edge in my teeth, "Yep, just what I suspected." She rolled her eyes. "What?" She sighed. "It tastes like a real I.D., too. This only leads me to believe that it is not fake." She shook her head again, "But the thing is, Sarah, it is." I thought harder. I had to find a way to get her to go with me. "Alright, what if I go through first? If I get through, you have to come with me." I suggested. "Won't you end up in-" "Don't worry about me," I cut her off of her sentence. "Alright, fine," she nodded. We continued to walk down the road.
"I.D.?" The tall man in blue asked me. "Umm, yes, sir. Right here." I handed him the card and bit my lip, hoping it would work. "Alright, go on," he let me through. I sighed with relief. "Thank you, sir," I said happily. I looked back and smiled at Bailey who was handing him the I.D. He motioned her the same way. She smiled, relieved as well. "Wait, young lady?" We heard him say as we began to walk again. I closed my eyes. "You dropped this," he said handing her her cell phone. I wiped from stray tears from my eyes, hoping Bailey wouldn't see. "That was scary," she laughed.
One we were on the plane, we took our seats and I pulled out my wallet. "Five hundred...six hundred...seven...eight...nine...a thousand," I smiled, happy that none of my money was missing. I looked over at Bailey. "We'll have fun, I promise."
After what seemed like the longest trip I had ever taken, bar none, the plane landed back on the ground. We walked out into the airport and looked around. There were people every where, talking, hugging, kissing, and even some actually keeping to them selves. We walked over to a drink machine nearby where we had stepped of the plane and I pulled out a few dollars. I put it in the machine and pushed the Pepsi button. Bailey nudged me. "Do you want something?" I asked, as a respond to her nudge. She pulled my arm and pointed to a guy with curly hair with a plaid shirt on. "What?" I shook my head at her. She hit me again. "Look, I don't understand hitting. Maybe you should say something." She looked over at him again and bit her lip. "He's so cute." I looked back up at him and back at her. Seeing as, he didn't exactly look my type, I brushed it off ands simply nodded my head. I glanced back over and saw him talking to a tan boy with black hair. My heart sunk. I got butterflies when I noticed him and I'd never had them before. "You should ask him out," I spat out my plan. "No, he'd probably say no," she said shaking her head. "No, be confident!" I smiled at her. She looked back over at him and nodded, laying her things on the floor. She strolled over to him and just instantly started talking to him. I hoped that maybe while he was distracted, his friend would notice me. I flipped my hair, tugged at my clothes, coughed, anything I could think of, but that boy would not look at me. I looked back over at Bailey and the guy she was talking to and noticed he was writing something on her hand. In exchange, she wrote something on his. Suddenly, she pointed at me. Finally, he looked over at me. He smiled slightly and waved. "Bailey, I love you so much," I sighed grinning at the beautiful boy. Bailey began to walk back towards me. "He said yes!" She cried hugging me. "I told you he would!" I patted her back. "What's his name?" "Liam," she replied in a sing-song voice. I nodded with a smile and picked up my bags. "Whose his friend?" I asked barely looking away from him. "Oh, they just introduced themselves to eachother, so I guess they're not exactly friends yet," she giggled, "but his name is Zayn, or something like that." I smiled. 'Zayn' I said in my head. That was a great name actually. As they walked away, he looked back at me and blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it and giggled. "Umm, Sarah?" Bailey caught my attention. "What?" I wondered. "What are you doing?" "Nothing," I said picking up my bags.
Later on that night, Bailey recieved a call from Liam. "Sarah!" She called for me. I was in the shower so I was a bit irritated that she wanted me. "I'm in the shower, what do you want?" I yelled back at her. She ran into the bathroom. "Talk," she held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said, confused at what was going on and why I was talking to anyone on the phone. "Umm...hey," a deep voice replied, "this is Zayn, the one you were smiling at earlier." My eyes widened and I nearly screamed. "Oh, hey," I said, keeping my cool. "Hey," he repeated. I giggled. "Are you laughing at me?" He laughed. "I don't know. Are you laughing at me?" I returned his question. "I asked you first," he said. "Well, I saw you first," I closed my eyes, hoping I didn't sound too much like a stalker. "That doesn't count," he laughed. "Suppose it could?" "Well then, no I wasn't laughing at you," he laughed again, "I'm just nervous." I grinned. I hadn't imagined anyone ever being nervous to talk to me on the phone. "Really?" I grinned. "What?" Bailey whispered. I put my finger to my lip to hush her. "Yeah, you're just so stunning," he replied. I felt my heart skip a few beats. "Well, I called to ask if you might want to go out sometime," he cut to the chase. "Sure," I smiled. "Okay, well, bye," he stuttered. "Bye." I gave Bailey her phone back and quickly said, "I would leave now before your ear drums explode." She smiled and scurried out the door just as I let out my ear peircing scream.
