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An had gone home as soon as school got out for the day. In less than 24 hours, everything had gone very wrong. As soon as she got home, she emptied her books out of her backpack, stuffing it full of clothes and whatever money she could find around her aunt's house.

Once she was ready to go, she removed her ankle bracelet, leaving it on her dresser. Taking one last look around her room, she grabbed her backpack before heading out. It was a short walk to the Greyhound station, where she bought a ticket to Seattle on the next bus out.

She slept on the ride to Seattle, waking when the bus rolled to a stop at the station. Getting off, she went to find a place to stay, stopping at a liquor store on the way. She only had so much cash, and she needed it for a hotel room, so she made sure the store clerk wasn't looking before grabbing a couple bottles of whiskey which she stuffed into her backpack with her clothes. Leaving the store, she continued down the street to a motel where she got a room.

Once she got the key to her hotel room, she took out a bottle she'd taken from the liquor store, tossing her bag on the bed as she opened the bottle and took a long sip.
 
Once school was over, Kalvin walked home. It was the latter part of Winter, so he had on his outfit for when it was especially cold -- black army boots, and a black trenchcoat. When it was warmer, he would wear black army fatigues, with the same boots. His appearance seemed strange to most people, and as a result, few people would talk to him. He didn't mind at all.

He arrived at the home he shared with his parents. It was technically two bedrooms, but only one was in use. Kalvin lived downstairs, in the basement -- it had been converted into something like a bedroom. Down there, he had everything he could possibly want in a bedroom, along with the privacy he never got, in his old bedroom -- the house had been designed in a way that made his old room like a wide hallway with doors.

His parents were still at work -- he liked being able to get home before they did, and not have to give hugs and speak to them right when he got home. It wasn't that he didn't like them as people -- he just wasn't that much into touching, and talking face-to-face.

He went down to his bedroom. The entrance to it was a door, with a staircase beyond it. Down the staircase was a concrete floor and wood-panel walls. There was a bed -- a simple mattress on the floor with blankets layered on top -- in the far corner of the room. Right next to the staircase was his desk, where his computer -- a laptop -- was. He took his backpack off, and set it down on the floor. He then did what he always did, after getting home from school -- he sat down in front of his computer, and turned it on.

His best friend, An, had been rather aloof towards him in the past few weeks. She was obviously in a bad mood about something -- he wasn't sure what. He was afraid to bother her by messaging her, and she was apparently too busy with more important things to message him. He was suspecting again, as he always would in sporadic bouts of paranoia, that she didn't like him. He logged on to an Instant Messenger, and was not surprised to see that she was offline. He went to do other things on the Internet -- he hoped deep down, that she would message him, and talk to him.
 
An drank the whole bottle before flopping backwards on the motel bed. Hearing her phone beep, she took it out, rolling her eyes when she saw her aunt's phone number on the caller ID. She didn't really feel like talking to the woman, so she turned her phone off then shoved it back in her pants pocket. Sitting up, she grabbed her bag, digging out the money she'd taken, tossing the bag back on the bed.

Getting up again, she left the motel room, heading toward downtown Seattle, where she knew she would find someone selling drugs. After walking for a while, she found someone selling weed and bought a couple small bags and some rolling papers from the seller. Handing the money over, she shoved the bags into her pocket then headed back to the motel.

Once back at the motel, she locked the door and pulled all the curtains closed, not wanting passersby to see her with the drugs, knowing it could get back to her probation officer. Taking the stuff out of her pocket, she rolled a couple joints for later use before stuffing the weed into the bottom of her bag. There was only one other person besides herself that she knew she could count on, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to ask Kalvin for help. She didn't have much choice though, as she'd just used most of her money on the bags of weed. Taking out her phone, she sent him a text, asking if he could come pick her up.
 
Kalvin heard his phone beep -- obviously because he had a message. He knew it was An, since nobody else messaged him. He walked over to his bag, and took out his phone. He saw that the message was from An -- she wanted to know if he could pick her up. He only recently got his license, and didn't particularly like driving. And, he would have to explain to his parents, where he was going -- the thought of doing so terrified him. He sat down in front of his desk, and texted her back -- asking where she was and if she was okay.

He knew that something must be up, if she is asking him to pick her up. He felt as though his internal organs were being squeezed -- he was worried about her, the only person he really cared about.
 
She was opening the second bottle of whiskey that she had stolen when her phone beeped again. Setting the bottle down, she picked up her phone, knowing it was from Kalvin even before she looked at the ID. She texted back that she was at some motel in Seattle, and that she was okay, well as okay as a runaway could be.

Putting the phone back beside her while she waited for him to answer, she grabbed the liquor bottle and took a couple sips while waiting for him to respond. She knew she hadn't been very nice to him the past few weeks, but she needed someone to talk to right now, and there wasn't anyone else she could go to for support.
 
He texted her back, asking her what the address was. He set the phone down on the desk, and got up to put his trench coat on. Picking up An from a motel would mean actually meeting her in person -- he was excited, because he knew that if they knew eachother in real life, he'd be like a real friend to her. Even though it would also entail face-to-face communication, which he could perform without freaking out, even though he didn't exactly like it. Along with the excitement, he feared that it would be some sort of joke -- he knew that would be what his parents would suspect. If it wasn't a joke, and he didn't go, An would be left there alone, wherever she was. He didn't want to risk losing her forever.
 
She texted him back with the motel's address, and the number of the room she was in, then put her phone back in her pocket. All she could do know was wait for him to come get her. Opening the bottle again, she finished off the contents, tossing the empty container into the trash can.
 
Kalvin put the phone in his pocket, and grabbed his keys and wallet. She was down in Seattle, which would be a long drive from Skagit, the town he lived in. He went upstairs, and told his parents about the situation. He was surprised that they didn't give him a problem. He got in his car, and pulled out of the driveway. He began driving to Seattle.

He hadn't been that far from home without his parents. He had never been to Seattle before, and it was sort of exciting -- although it was dark and frightening. He had stopped half way there, to get a map up on his phone -- he got the right directions, to where she was. Eventually, he found the right motel, where she was staying at. It wasn't anything too shitty -- it was just a normal motel, one of those nationwide chains that are relatively cheap to stay at. He parked his car, got out, and went to what was supposedly An's door. He stood there for a moment, before raising his hand and lightly tapping his pale knuckles against the door.
 
An had fallen asleep at some point while waiting for Kalvin to arrive. She was woken up though by a knock at the door. Groaning, she covered her head with a pillow, thinking the knocking was the headache that was quickly starting upon waking. Still holding the pillow on her head, she felt around for her bag, wanting something to get rid of her hangover.
 
Kalvin leaned back against the railing that was behind him, as he waited for An to answer the door. Nobody answered, and he became a bit worried. Either he was being fucked with, or something had happened to her. Or, she changed her mind and wanted to be left alone. He worried that if that were the case, he would only anger her by knocking again. He looked in the windows, seeing that the blinds had been shut. He debated with himself, in his mind, about whether or not he should try knocking again. He thought, maybe she didn't hear the first one. Finally, he decided to knock on the door again.
 
Hearing another knock, she decided it wasn't from the pounding in her head. Moving the pillow off her head, she groaned as she got up off the bed. "Just a second!" She went to the bathroom to get a glass of water to drink before going to open the door. She had seen photos of Kalvin, so she recognized him immediately. She left the door open so he could enter, moving to sit on the bed while sipping the glass of water. "Was wondering when you'd show up"
 
"Yeah - took me a while," He said, and cracked a very short-lived smile. As she retreated back into the room, he slowly interpreted that as a sight he could come in. He was glad to see that she was okay, and glad to see her in general. "So - nice to finally meet you," He said. He stood there, just past the doorway -- he was unsure of whether or not he could sit down. He was nervous about doing anything to anger her.
 
An wasn't in the best of moods, hungover as she was. She wouldn't stop him from sitting down though. Taking another sip from the glass of water in her hand, she looked over at him. "How long did it take you to get here?" Noticing he was still standing in the doorway, she patted the bed beside her. "You don't have to stand in the doorway. I don't bite... hard anyways" She chuckled at her joke, but stopped when it made her head hurt even more. "Ugh... these places should supply aspirin for people..."
 
He made a nervous, fake-sounding laugh at what she said. His laughs at people's jokes were always fake sounding. "About an hour," He said. He walked over to the bed, and sat down next to her, with a reasonable space between them of course. He had only seen pictures of her online, obviously, and he always thought she was attractive. Though to him, being attractive meant something very different, from what it might mean to most other people. To him, being attractive had nothing to do with love or sex.

"So," He said, "Where do you want me to take you?" He knew he couldn't take her home, hungover and smelling of alcohol, as she was. When he asked, he thought about the prospect of never seeing her again, after that -- he thought, what if she wanted him to drop her off at the Canadian border or something.
 
An set the glass down, turning so she was facing him. She didn't have enough money left for another motel room, and without a passport, it would be hard for her to get into Canada, though she could always have him take her to a spot away from one of the border gates. Scooting a little closer to him, she smiled. "Actually, I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a while, till I can get a job"
 
"Sure," He said, "You'd just have to discuss that with my parents, first." Kalvin had romanticized the idea of living with her, in a two-bedroom apartment where he had privacy. Her staying at his place, with him still maintaining his own space, would be like that. He looked down at his lap, and thought of what to say next. He wanted her to be completely sober when she was to meet his parents, but he didn't know how to word it properly, without seeming rude. So, he just kept his mouth shut.
 
He wouldn't have to say it, since she was thinking the same thing. Glancing around the room, she noticed it only had the one bed. "I bet you are probably tired. We can stay here tonight, then leave in the morning. You should call your parents and let them know you won't be home tonight." Tossing her bag onto the floor by the bed, she leaned back against the headboard. "Unless you don't want to share the bed with me?"
 
He didn't like the idea of sharing a bed with someone. The thought of sharing a bed with An was especially nerve-racking -- he knew from some interesting conversations in the past, that she was definitely a much more sexual person than he was. Though, they probably both had equally dirty minds. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, though. He was a bit tired, anyways. He took out his phone, and gave his parents a call -- he told them that he'd be staying at a motel for the night, and that he'd be back in the morning. They were okay with the arrangement.

His hands shook as he took the phone in and out of the pocket of his trenchcoat. It was just something that happened, when he was having anxiety. "I'm fine with that, I guess," He said. He stood up, and took off his trench coat -- under it, he had black fatigue-pants and a black t-shirt. He rolled up the jacket, and set it down next to An's bag. Beyond his own holdups about it, he was surprised that she would want to do that. He sat down, and said, "I can always sleep on the floor or something, if you'd prefer -- I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or anything."
 
An could tell that Kalvin was nervous about being alone in the motel room with her, having noticed the way his hands shook as he put his phone back into the pocket of his trench coat. Chuckling a bit, she watched him as he stood up to take the coat off. "I think you are the one who's uncomfortable, Kalvin. Does the thought of having our bodies pressed together in the bed make you nervous?" She stood up as she spoke, moving closer to him as he sat back down, an arm moving around his waist. "Or is it just meeting me for the first time that has you so nervous?"
 
"I guess I'm just nervous from meeting you," He said. He cracked another one of his nervous smiles, and placed his hands in his lap, as she moved closer to him, making him unable to have his hands at his sides without touching her. What she said struck him as suggestive. It reminded him of the times she would message him, while clearly very drunk, and say provocative things she likely did not really mean. He may have been a socially inept virgin, but he wasn't ignorant to such things.

He didn't particularly enjoy being touched -- but it was not as if touching would completely freak him out. He held his hands down between his knees, rubbing his right thumb against the skin of his left hand, just below his index finger -- it was what he would often do, when he just felt a little bit uncomfortable, usually when talking to someone. He was at a loss for what else to say, so he just kept his head pointed down, as An sat next to him.
 
Noticing that he was getting even more uncomfortable, she stood up, grabbing her bag up off the floor. "You can sleep in the bed if you want. I don't mind sleeping on the floor." That said, she went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door so she could change clothes.

She came out a few minutes later, clad in a tshirt and black sweatpants. Glancing at him, she tossed her bag on the floor again before sitting down. "Your parents don't mind that you drove all the way here to pick up a girl you've only spoken to online?"
 
While she was in the bathroom, Kalvin took off his shoes and layed down on the bed, with his back rested against the headboard. The room had a television -- likely not one with very many channels. But, he found the remote and turned it on. The only good channel was a local news channel -- even if it was boring, he still sort of liked having the sound.

"They had some holdups about it," He said, "But I got them to let me go." He felt sort of embarrassed, that he had to get his parent's permission. An could do whatever she wanted -- though, she didn't live with her parents, for reasons unknown to Kalvin. It made him feel sort of immature, compared to her. "And - you don't have to sleep on the floor," He added, worried that he might have done something to anger her, even though she was then speaking to him as if nothing was wrong. "It's your room -- I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything."
 
Glancing at the tv when she noticed that it had been turned on, she rolled her eyes. She didn't really want to hear about other people's problems, when she had too many of her own that no one ever wanted to hear about. Laying down so her head rested on her backpack, she looked toward the bed where she knew Kalvin was. "I don't mind sleeping on the floor, Kalvin. Letting you take the bed is the least I can do for making you come all the way out here."
 
He smiled faintly -- she actually appreciated something he did for her. It felt nice to do something to really help her, in general. "Thanks," He said. He looked over at her, as she layed on the floor -- it was near the end of Winter, and it was already cold that night. "If you want," He said, "You could use my jacket like a blanket, or something." He was a bit taller than her, and the trenchcoat was long enough to cover most of her body. The only blanket in the motel room was the one he was sitting on.
 
An didn't really like asking others for help, unless there was no other option. Glancing over at him, she gave him a light smile before reaching for his coat. Pulling the jacket over her, she turned onto her side. "Good night, Kalvin"
 
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