You can't help but laugh ironically as you wipe away tears while walking further and further away from home. All those times you'd threaten to run away when you were a kid and now you're actually doing it. Of course, it was no huge show to put on for your parents to make them feel bad, you just up and left in the middle of the night. To be completely honest, you don't know why. You just had this dark feeling in the pit of your stomach that wouldn't go away and you knew you couldn't be here any longer.

So you ran over to Nat's trailer. You didn't bring any clothes or any essentials that one would need if they decided to run away from home, all you brought was yourself and your phone.

You know she's awake; it's 3:30 am on a Tuesday. She's always awake. Usually listening to music and doodling in that sketchbook of hers that she's so horrible at hiding from you. You don't know why she's so shy about her art, you think her drawings are the best you've ever seen in your lifetime. But whenever you bring it up she turns into a tomato and shrugs the topic off. You like teasing her about it.

As you enter the gate to her mobile home park and walk up to her trailer, you notice her bedroom light is on. Her windows are open and you can see a tiny sliver of her blonde hair through them. You smile and sneak up to the window, tapping on it lightly and whispering, "Hey, let me in?"

Nat jumps slightly at your voice but grins at the sight of you. She looks back to her sketchbook for a second—you knew it—and blushes. She was drawing you. She quickly puts it away and shoves it under her pillow before walking to the front door and opening the door. It creaks loudly but she doesn't fret over it; her mom's passed out drunk and she knows she'll be sleeping 'til early afternoon tomorrow. You wiggle in after her and walk back to her room while she locks the door back up.

"Is everything okay?" she asks in her low voice, plopping down on her bed and kicking her feet up.