...Sopapilla...

The night that Thomas lost his honey and Cynthia lost her powder, they was both kicked out of the house because Bernal found out about the incident. Like most people on their first time, they fell asleep. A hour passed and Bernal checked out the room in search of the two. They was kicked out soon after they was waken by Bernal.

A cold, windy, teeth chattering climate was nearing. No one really checked into the weather until the morning, but it was to late because Cynthia and Thomas had already rented a room in the motel 13 miles down the road. Even though Bernal was really upset with them, his big heart told him to find them as soon as possible. Hours gone by and still no luck. Defeated.

The next day a search team within the family was formed and they made a golden plan. While the Castills' was making their plan and search party, Thomas and Cynthia left the motel room planning to get as far away as they could go. Stopping at a local 80's diner, the two got breakfast platters which consisted of 2 strips of bacon, 2 slices of toast, eggs that was either scrambled or fried, and crispy hashbrowns. The bacon was absolutely astonishing that it made them crave meat.

City bus arrives at the bus stop where Cynthia and Thomas was waiting for a good seven minutes. Instantly their legs was under 3 feet of snow, frozen in place, none existent, lost. A photo of Cynthia with a description of Thomas was advertised on the side of the bus saying that they disappeared a couple of days ago and still wasn't found. "You two look very familiar. Are y'all around from here?" The bust driver asks. Both just looked at each other and said yes with a fake smile on their faces.

Hours and hours passed when the bus finally arrived at a city about 137 miles away from Bernal's house. The hunger of everyone was real... So real they looked like they haven't eaten in about two days. Everyone got off the bus and went into the BBQ Hut just 100 feet on the left of the bus stop. Pork chops, steaks, ribs, along with hot dogs was drenched in barbecue sauce and diced peppers prevented the people from eating each other on the spot. The bus was going to leave in a half hour, but Cynthia and Thomas stayed back.

"What was your favorite meal Cynthia? What if your parents or Bernal find us? What's going to happen?" Said Thomas seeing to be more concerned then she is. Replying in what almost seemed like a none caring voice, "Then we are found if they find us. I'm not sure what's going to happen. But the meal, my favorite was the hot dogs. What about you baby?" "Hot dogs honey. Hotdogs." T said while smiling at her.

A couple of months passed and they still wasn't found. Bernal and the other family members lost hope and never talked about the two. But when they did, it was always in a disrespectful tone, but it was mainly because they lost respect for each other blaming one another. T and Cyn was still running, but always finding themselves at the point of suicide due to their hearts and souls not deciding what to do. Two huge things was always on their minds which was home and the hotdogs. Hotdogs.

Heading over to BBQ Hut they run into a guy who makes the ribs and he invites them over for a cookout on the 29th, which was a Friday. They accepted. Friday the 29th rolled around and they left the motel dressed very casually on their way to the cookout. The party lasted till about 11:49 p.m. and Thomas with Cynthia was no where in sight anymore. Later around 1 a.m. the two "adults" was found in the garage "over dosed" on their new drug which was the cooks hotdogs. Interesting stuff happened that night in order to be only in undergarments and a t-shirt surrounded by sausages.

Sausages.

THE END