The One With The Newspaper Article
Balmy summer air rushed to meet her at full force as she stepped through the tinkling door, the comforts of air conditioning left behind in the gas station QuickMart. With her head ducked low, the brunette made her way across the oil stained pavement to the far right gas pump. Her hair tumbled in soft waves down her slender shoulders and around her amber eyes. She approached a silver convertible, cringing as she noted the way the sun glinted off its exterior. Most teenagers would love to own such an extravagant and expensive car. But she, Kristina Adela Corinthos Davis, was not an ordinary teenager. She was a teenager on the run.
She leaned against the car, dangling the paper bag dripping with grease at the lanky boy pumping gas into his vehicle, "I bought some food."
Michael Corinthos III looked up at her, green eyes flashing gratefully, "Sweet."
Kristina shook her head with a rueful smile. If there was anyone she had to run away with, she was glad it was her older brother. There relationship wasn't the most ideal. They didn't even know they were siblings until a life threatening illness forced the truth out of Kristina's mother. Then, for one horrible year, she was sure she had lost him to a bullet that placed him in a permanent coma. But a miraculous surgery brought him back. Now the dynamic duo was back in action. Though the oldest children of reputed mob boss Sonny Corinthos led vastly different lives, they were fiercely loyal to eachother. Which was why they left their hometown of Port Charles for the Mexican border.
Michael was convinced that he was responsible for the accident that drove their stepmother off the road and led to the untimely death of their unborn baby brother. But what Michael didn't know was that Kristina had been out on the same road that night, in tears over a fight with her boyfriend. She avoided a head on collision but didn't stick around to see what happened. If he knew she had let him take the blame for something that may have very well been her fault…
Kristina straightened from the car, shaking the thoughts from her mind. In a effort to distract herself, she pulled out her BlackBerry and began scrolling through its features.
"KRISSY!" Michael yelled through a mouthful of fries.
She jumped in alarm, "What?"
He swallowed quickly, "You can't use your phone!"
"Relax," she waved him off, eyes glued to the device, "I'm just checking the Port Charles news to see if they know we're missing."
"Oh," he ran a hand over his spiky blonde hair in embarrassment, "Right." The pump clunked to signal the tank was full and he busied himself with finishing up the process.
"Michael, you won't believe this…"
He was by her side in an instant. He squinted at the tiny screen and recited, "Founder of ELQ In Jail. Local billionaire Edward Quartermaine was arrested for driving with unregistered license plates…that means they know I switched the plates on Grandfather's car."
"So they know that we're gone and they know what car to look for!"
"And if the authorities know, Jason knows."
The siblings stared at eachother, realization sinking in.
"Michael," Kristina's voice wavered, "We have to get rid of the car."
He crossed his arms, frowning. She watched him stare off in thought, her heart pounding in fear.
"Ok," he sighed, "I'll park the car somewhere. You stay here with our stuff."
She nodded, already moving to the back seat to gather her backpack and his duffel bag. Michael roared away in a squeal of tiles just as she got situated on a bench in front of the QuickMart. Her stomach growled and she quickly fished out a burger. This whole running away business had increased her appetite tenfold. Her eyes closed in satisfaction. She was already gearing up for the next bite when she froze at the sound of a familiar voice.
"Kristina?"
