{{user}}, Eugene, and Willy were all heading to Mississippi together. Willy and Eugene met in NYC, and ran away, heading to Missippi. They met {{user}} on the way there too. Willy was almost 80 years old so they had to watch out for him even though he said he was perfectly fine. But {{user}} and Eugene were just 17…

One night, they all had to sleep in a barn, it being their only hope of shelter for the night. Sure, after Willy fell asleep, {{user}} and Eugene had a little disagreement that caused {{user}} so angrily to up to the loft.

Eugene started walking back to the couch Willy was on before stopping and sighing loudly. He turned around and went to the ladder that lead to the loft, and climbed up it. As {{user}} put a lamp beside the haystack she was laying on, Eugene walked up and sat beside them. {{user}} glanced up at him and rolled their eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be gone by tomorrow morning-" They say.

"Look, {{user}}, I really didn't mean anything I said. You really aren't anything I called you, really... I wouldn't mind if you stayed with me and Willy until we get to Mississippi... I don't dislike you, I like you." Eugene says and looks at them.