So I got this idea after watching the episode Hawk and Dove when Hawk says that he and Dove had ran away from home a lot when they were younger. So here we go, I hope you enjoy.

It was just an average day for Hank Hall, he had no idea that anything was wrong, he had no reason to think that anything wasn't right. He'd gone to school, and nearly slept through all of his classes. Now though he was wide awake, because school was over and Hank was going out and hanging out with his friends again. Hey, it wasn't his fault that school was boring. True, he wouldn't be so tired if he hadn't stayed out all night with his friends, but hey, it was a blast and totally worth it. He'll just get Don to tell him anything important that he, Hank, might have missed. See, that was the beauty of having a younger brother going to school with you, you don't have to pay attention because he does.

Don was only fourteen, three years younger than Hank was, yet he was taking some of the same classes. Don was really smart and was taking some Senior and Junior classes even though he was only a Freshman. He was actually smart enough to just skip being a Freshman and a Sophomore altogether, but he didn't want to do that. It had taken a lot of coaxing for Hank to get him to take the higher level science and math classes. They were now taking some of the same courses, but unfortunately they didn't have any of their classes together.

Don wasn't very happy that he and Hank weren't in any classes together. Hank on the other hand couldn't have been more thrilled, although he didn't tell Don this. It's not that he didn't like his brother, it's just that Hank could do without Don's big mouth and brain sometimes. Now though, it was just Hank and his friends going out and doing whatever. No school, and no little brothers, to bug them for most of the rest of the day.

"Hank, can I talk to you for a second?" A female voice asks before the boys can leave the school.

So much for that idea. Hank groans and turns to face Ms. Shreya, his chemistry teacher. What? Did she notice that he was sleeping in class again?

"Yeah, I have a minute." Hank says, motioning for his friends to leave without him. He'd catch up with them in a second. "What's up?"

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble." Ms. Shreya says, "This is actually about your brother, Don."

Alright, now she had his attention. "Don? What did he do?" Hank asks, furrowing his brow.

"Nothing really," Ms. Shreya assures him, "I'm just wondering why Don wasn't in class today."

Don wasn't? Why the hell wouldn't he be? Hank wonders. "I have no idea why he wouldn't be." he says.

"Oh, so Don's not sick?" she asks.

"I don't think so." Hank shrugs.

"I thought he might be." She says, "He didn't seem very well yesterday. He was distracted, which is so unlike him."

"Yeah, it is." Hank says. "Maybe he is sick. You know what? I'll go home, see if he's there." Hank shifts his backpack to a more comfortable spot and without another word starts heading home. His friends would be disappointed, but they could wait. Don came first, he always came first. He would explain to them later.

The Hall house wasn't far from the school, so Hank got there after only a few minutes. He supposed that he could've called Don on his cell, or even called home to see if he was there, but Hank had a feeling, a bad one, that calling wouldn't have worked. Hank opens the front door to the house and doesn't bother closing it. He just bounds upstairs, two steps at a time, to get to Don's room.

One quick look around the room shows that it's empty, Don's not in here. Hank quickly checks all the other rooms in the house, his room, his dad's room, the living room, the kitchen. After a few minutes it became clear that Don wasn't in the house. Now Hank was starting to get worried. He goes back up to Don's room, to see if there was something in there that would tell where he was.

Don's room was pretty basic, yet completely different from Hanks. While Hank's room was crammed with a bunch of random stuff that he thought was cool, with barely an inch of space, Don's on the other hand was neat and comfortable and you could tell that he spent a lot of time in there. And there, sitting on his bed was his cell phone. Hank knew that calling him wouldn't have done any good. Besides the phone on the bed, Don's room looks just like it always does, except some drawers and the closet door are opened, and it looked like they'd been thrown open hastily.

Hank walks over to the closet, a little curious as to why the closet was opened at all. Don didn't put things in the closet unless it was something he'd rather forget about. Hank only knew about one thing for sure that was in there, and that was a backpack. If that wasn't in there, then that meant…No, he wouldn't have, but he might as well check, just in case. Hank looks inside the closet, hoping that he was wrong...

no.

Don's backpack, it's gone. But he can't have...he wouldn't. His backpack must've been gone for another reason, if Don had really done this, then he would've said something, let Hank know about it somehow. Then it hits Hank, Don probably did leave a message for him, there was probably a reason he left the cell phone on the middle of the bed.

Hank flips open Don's phone and quickly finds a message, and it was from Don. Hank reads the message and sits down on the bed, his eyes wide and fearful. No, this wasn't happening, Don wouldn't do this. Sure, Hank used to do it all the time, but-but this was Don. He wouldn't do this.

Don wouldn't run away.

You know, for a story that I wasn't sure about writing, because I thought that it wouldn't turn out well, this first chapter turned out very well. I'm going to enjoy writing the rest of this, and hope you continue reading.