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Eclipse

"Goodnight," He said back. He turned the volume down on the TV, and turned off the lamp that was on the nightstand. He liked having the TV on, while he slept. "You can turn that off, if you want," He said. He pulled the covers over himself, and rolled over, facing away from where An was. He tried to get to sleep, but the thought of what people did in motel beds didn't exactly help. "I hope they clean these beds," He grumbled, trying to say something funny -- he knew she probably wasn't asleep yet. At least, he had the assumption that it took everyone else an hour to get to sleep.
 
She'd been on the verge of falling asleep when he said she could turn the tv off. She was just getting warm beneath his coat. She couldn't hear it anyways, so it wasn't really a problem for her. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep a few minutes later. She'd never really had a problem falling asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she glanced toward the bed as she got up, noticing that Kalvin was still asleep. Setting his jacket over the back of a chair in the room, she dug out the bag of weed from her bag, taking out one of the joints she'd rolled the night before. She took a lighter out of a side pocket of her bag, then stepped outside the room to smoke. There wasn't anyone else about, so she hopefully wouldn't get caught smoking the joint.
 
Kalvin woke up about an hour after An had. Judging by the amount of light outside, he decided it was still very early, not too long after dawn, and overcast. He layed there for a little while, before rolling over. He saw that An wasn't there. The bathroom door was open, so he figured she wasn't in there. She left, he thought. She didn't have any good means of transportation, so after worrying for a moment, he decided that she probably just went out for a smoke -- he knew she smoked. His jacket was still there, anyways.

He slowly lurched out of bed, and decided he would see where An was. He put his shoes on, and stepped outside. He saw An with what was obviously a joint. "Hey," He said, as he stood in the doorway. He was still feeling a bit groggy, from just waking up.

Drugs made him uncomfortable, but he didn't at all mind her using them. Even though, he knew he'd probably like her better when she isn't high. Especially if she'd be meeting his parents.
 
An was just finishing the last of the joint when she heard a door opening. Taking a quick look around, she saw that Kalvin had been the one to come out. Tossing the remains of the joint into the parking lot, she gave him a smile. "Good morning Kalvin. Did you sleep well?"
 
"Good morning," He said back, placing his hands in his pockets, "I slept alright -- how'd you sleep?" He didn't want to say anything about the joint -- doing so would make it seem like a big deal, and would possibly create a problem.
 
"Yeah I did. What time are your parents expecting you to be home?" She knew she probably reeked of the pot she'd just been smoking, and hoped that she had time to take a quick shower before they hit the road.
 
"No specific time," He said, "I just told them I'd be back in the morning." It happened to be a Saturday, so he didn't have to get to school or anything that day.
 
She was grateful that he didn't say anything about the joint he'd seen her smoking, since she needed his help to get out of Seattle. "Great. Why don't you go get us some food while I take a shower?" She was starving, not having eaten since lunch the day before. She'd more concerned about getting away from her so-called friends, so that eating had been the last thing on her mind.

Heading back inside, she got some pants and a sweatshirt out of her bag before going into the bathroom. It only took her a few minutes to wash up, so she was out before long.
 
"Okay," He said meekly, and went back inside with her. As she went in the bathroom, he put his trenchcoat on, and made sure he had his wallet and keys still. After that, he left, and got in his car. He had seen a fast food restaurant on the way to the motel, the previous night. It was one that he actually liked -- only problem being that they only served breakfast items. Kalvin hated eggs, so there would be something of a problem. When he pulled into the drive-thru, he got a breakfast sandwich for her, and an order of fries for himself. He drove back to the motel. When he reached the door with a greasy paper bag in hand, he had to knock again, since he didn't have his own key.
 
An was sitting on the bed, watching cartoon on the television, her short hair still wet from her shower when he knocked on the door. Chuckling, she got up to open the door, taking the bag from him to look inside. "Why didn't you take the room key with you? It's not like I was going to up and disappear on you" She took out the breakfast sandwish, setting the bag on the bed next to her as she started to eat.
 
He forgot the room key. "Oh, I forgot it," He said.

He walked over to the bed, and sat down next to her. He started eating his fries, as he watched the TV. "You're watching cartoons? ," He asked, making one of his signature awkward-sounding, seemingly forced laughs. He knew she was high, since she had just smoked some weed -- so to him, the cartoon-watching was understandable. There was nothing else on TV, anyways.
 
If there had been anything else to watch on the tv, she probably would have chosen something other than cartoons. When she was finished with her breakfast, she tossed the wrapper into the trashcan by the bed. "Did you want to take a shower before we go?" She was still a little hungry, but she could probably get something more to eat when they got to Kalvin's parents house.
 
"I'm fine," He said, "I can take one when I get home." He stood up, and put the bag that had once held his fries in the trash. He turned to her, and asked, "So -- you ready to go?" He quickly checked his pockets, to make sure that he had everything -- his phone, wallet, and keys.
 
Getting up, she grabbed her bag, making sure she had the room key. "Yeah. Just let me go take the key back to the office. I'll meet you at your car" Leaving the room, she headed for the office to check out. The office seemed empty, so she just left the key on the desk, then left to go to get in Kalvin's car. "They know I'm coming, right?"
 
Kalvin left the room after she did, and got in the driver's seat of his car. "No," He said, "I didn't tell them you'd be coming over." He became worried about how they would react. His house had an extra, empty room, and he thought that she could pass off as a non-drug user easily. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he said, "Don't tell them you smoke weed -- they're just -- you know -- parents."
 
An was quiet on the trip to Kalvin's home, not knowing what his parents would think of her. She was kinda worried that they would make her return to her aunt's place, even though she never wanted to see the people of that town again.
 
It was a fairly long drive back to Kalvin's home. Eventually, they arrived in the town of Skagit, where he lived. He drove to his home, and parked in the driveway. His home was a simple, one-floor two-bedroom house. Nothing too fancy. He got out of the car, and walked to the front door, looking back towards An as he opened the door.

The room they walked into was the living room. His parents were sitting on the couch. They were hardly traditional parents -- they were in their late forties, worked in technology-related jobs, and were both anarchists. Beyond that, they generally did not fit into the traditional gender roles that one would expect, for parents. He told them he was back, which was fairly obvious, and then told them that An, his friend, wanted to know if she could stay for a while.

He talked to them about it, briefly -- he explained that she could stay in the extra bedroom, or sleep on the couch. He then stated, knowing An was there, that he wanted to help her, and that she had nowhere else to go, and she was very important to him. He decided that they could discuss it -- he turned to An, and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

He had his own bathroom, adjacent to his basement-bedroom. He went down there, grabbed some clothes, and took a shower. He was anxious -- he was unsure of what would come of the situation upstairs. Once he was done in the shower, he got dressed, and walked out into his bedroom. The door at the top of the stairs didn't have a lock, since it was intended to be for a basement, rather than a bedroom -- he wanted to get it changed.
 
An was still quiet as she followed Kalvin into his house, her bag slung over her shoulder. She nodded as she was introduced to the couple sitting on the couch, assuming by the way that her friend was speaking to them, that they were his parents.

Nodding to Kalvin as he spoke to her, she moved to sit down in a chair to talk with his parents while he went to take a shower. She was a little worried about being left alone with them, hoping it didn't show as she spoke with them. She hoped that she would be allowed to stay in the guest room, not wanting every move she made scrutinized as it most likely would be if she were to crash on their couch.
 
Kalvin's parents understood how important An was to him. Since he was fourteen, An was a major force in his life -- he would mention her to the two of them extensively. Whitewashing a lot of what he knew about her, however -- they knew nothing of her drug use or wild behavior. They were willing to make accommodations for her, but they wanted to know why she wanted to stay, and why she needed Kalvin to pick her up. They didn't want to be accessories to some sort of crime. The question was posed by Kalvin's mother, "Why do you need to stay here with us?"
 
An had hoped she wouldn't have to tell what had happened to her, to get her to leave her aunt's place. Sighing when they asked her that very question, she looked up at them, telling them what her friends had done to her, and how she had ended up in a motel in Seattle, leaving out a few things that she probably knew they wouldn't want to hear about.
 
Kalvin's parents were shocked by what had happened to her -- the abuse she was facing, at the hands of her former friends. They've experienced things similar to that with Kalvin -- he was never very social, and he would occasionally be taunted by other kids. They didn't tell An about that -- they weren't sure if Kalvin would be too happy with them mentioning it. They agreed to let An use the bedroom Kalvin used to have. It had been stripped of it's contents, following Kalvin's move -- but they said that Kalvin could probably give her some blankets or something, to sleep on. They told her that she was free to stay, as long as she needed.

Meanwhile, Kalvin was down in his bedroom, laying on his mattress on the floor, and watching TV. The mattress was pushed up against the wall, and there was a long, narrow window of sorts a few feet up from it. It faced the back yard of the house, and let in some light from outside.
 
An stood, thanking them for their kindness as she headed out of the living room. It wasn't hard for her to find the guest room, as it had no furniture in it at all. She set her bag next to the door, then closed it as she headed down to the basement, having seen Kalvin go down there a few minutes before, knocking on the door before opening it.

Stopping at the foot of the stairs, she looked around the basement, finding Kalvin on the mattress on the floor. "Hey... you all clean now, Kalvin?" Moving further into the room, she looked for something she could sit on. "They are letting me use the guest room, so if you have any spare blankets, I would probably need them."
 
"I think I have some," He said, and stood up. He had a closet right next to the bathroom -- he walked over to it, and opened the door. He reached up to the top shelf, where he had two somewhat thick blankets, and a pillow. He knew that she would have to sleep on the floor, if she'd be sleeping in his old bedroom. He set the blankets down on the floor, along with the pillow. "I don't need them, anyways," He said. His mother made him keep the blankets around -- he didn't need anything more than the blanket that was on his bed. He slept better when it was cold, in fact.

"The guest room is just down the hall from the living room," He said, sitting back down on the bed. He had told her before, that it was like a hallway -- he didn't think she'd remember. "It's sort of like a wide hallway with doors," He said, "You have to go through it, to get to the rest of the house." The rest of the house included the laundry room, and the back porch.
 
An picked up the blankets and pillow, nodding. "I already found it. I put my bag in the room already. Your parents won't go looking through my stuff, will they?" The last thing she needed was for them to find her stash at the bottom of her bag.

Hearing that they'd have to go through the guest room to get to the rest of the house, she let out a groan. "So there is no way I'd be able to have privacy while I stay here?" She would just have to be careful about the things she did in that room. "I'll see you later then" Heading back upstairs, she went to the guest room, arranging the blankets into a makeshift bed against one wall of the room.
 
"You'll have privacy most of the time," He said, "Just don't smoke anything, in there -- see you later." He flashed a faint smile, and put his focus back on the TV, after she had left. He didn't want his parents to find out she drank and smoked weed, obviously. He was glad to have her staying with them -- he was finally able to do something nice for her, all the while maintaining his privacy and personal space.
 
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