There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play

There's a girl in the window tears rolling down her face

We're only lost children, trying to find a friend

Trying to find our way back home

Prologue

— What now? — She asked, a small smile playing on the corner of her rosy lips. He doubted that anything would ever be as enigmatic and (equally) beautiful as her smile.

Sam had no idea how to answer that question, however. "What now?" Where this would end? Where are they going? Two teenagers running from their sick, twisted realities; leaving an entire life behind, trying to find a new path. They still had some of Quinn's money saved up and full tank, but nowhere to go and no one to ask for help. Maybe his grandmother back in Tennessee, but knowing all members of his family, they would probably find a way to ruin this for him. No, they were alone, and that was how it was supposed to be.

He reached for her hand, his long, rough fingers finding their way into her slender, soft-skinned ones. Beside him, Quinn sighed long and slowly, letting out a soft moan as her sore muscles stretched. The grass beneath them wasn't the softest and was far from being the ideal place to rest, but it was all they had. She didn't mind, though. She was right where she needed to be.

— Now we run. — Sam joked, looking over at her with a grin. The smaller blonde giggled, loud and girly, rolling her hazel eyes.

— Oh, mister genius, aren't we already?

— We run forever.

Quinn sat up quickly, looking down at him with a light frown. Sam didn't move from his previous position, an arm positioned under his blonde head, the other's hand holding hers. He knew what was coming, but he didn't mind because he already had an answer for her complaints. Quinn, coming from the broken family she had, didn't believe in "forever". She didn't believe in the world, the idea it brought.

— We're way too young to talk about "forever".

As she said the words, Sam mouthed them silently along with her, which only made the girl slap his arm, annoyed. He grimaced playfully, chuckling at her expression.

— Ouch, Q, you trying to kill me here? — He joked, although they both knew that nothing she could do to physically harm him would actually hurt.

— If I have to.

— Nah, I will tell you what. — He continued, sitting up so they were face to face, eye level. Sam couldn't stop himself from leaning forward and kissing her lips softly, just because he could and wanted to. Quinn let her expression soften a tiny bit, but she still had that pouty look that drove him insane; he knew he'd always fall for that face. — If we're way too young to talk about forever, how about we stay together long enough to be old and, then, talk about forever?

She seemed to be in deep thought then, a perfect shaped eyebrow lifted, her deep eyes studying his face. Sam just squeezed her hand in his, then, as if trying to assure himself that she wouldn't run from him. It wouldn't be the first time.

Quinn let her tongue trace her outline of her pink lips, swallowed back a sigh and looked down at their attached hands.

— You said "forever" twice.

— What? — He snorted, looking at her quizzically. The girl just shook her head, looking back up at him and shrugged.

— You said a word twice in the same sentence. You know I hate when you do that.

Quinn never failed to surprise him, and Sam couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud, wrapping his arms around her small figure, pulling her to his lap. She struggled to get out of his grip, but at the end just let herself to be taken. She rested her head against his chest and Sam let his hand find its way into it, kissing her forehead in between laughter.

It was insane her ability to make him so happy, so full, perfect… just by being there. She was his escape, and he would wait for her to be ready for their "forever" as long she needed him to.

— I'm taking that as a yes.

A/N: Hello, all! I have decided to put an end in my hiatus to post something I wrote a while ago; it's already seven chapters ahead and I have a lot of free time at the moment, so I can assure that this is going to be a long-lasting story. About the updates for "One For Him" and "Leading Path", I don't know when it's happening, because I have no muse for them.

Now, I hope everyone likes this story as much as I like it. So far, I believe it's one of my favorite things I've ever written, and I'll post the first chapter tomorrow (if there is any feedback for the prologue).

Song Used: Two Pieces, Demi Lovato