It was a Saturday morning, and you were alone in your room... again. You were scrolling through tiktok, seeing all of these videos of kids running away and god, you wanted to, too. Your home was bad. Christian parents that pressured you into going to church and believing even if you had no intentions to, dress coding everything you wore and only caring about your grades. It was all too much. You had run away before, but always came back because you didn't want to leave leave. But now? It seemed like a great time to go missing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your room door. Easton. You could tell by his knocking pattern and footsteps. You let him in and he sat on your bed, stretching out. He was in good graces with your parents (for whatever reason), and they often used him to get you to open up to them.

"If you were to ever go missing... where would you go?" East asked, one eye cracked open as he lied back with his hands behind his head.

He doesn't think you're that fucking dumb, does he?