A/N: so I wrote this quickly while reading Bridge to Terabithia (which I LOVE so far. but I think it gets sad) um... all of my chapters will be over 500 words (this one is like 700) b/c I like to write ;) be well!

Eleanor POV-Chapter Three:

After landing in the orchard and folding our wings back in-reluctantly-we walk into the small town at 11:32 PM and make our way through the crowded streets. People greet us saying things like, "Howdy newcomer," and, "Hunky dory day, young 'uns." I have no idea what that means but I'll get back to you on that later. (A/N: "Hunky dory," actually means good for those of you wondering. it has been used in the past otherwise it wouldn't be in the dictionary BOOM SUCKAS)

I see a Workers Wanted sign in an old fashioned bar saloon window and point it out to Elliot. He just nods and continues forward. I sigh and grimace, he never listens to me.

Suddenly he turns to me and I run into him. Then I'm falling into a mud puddle; at least I hope its mud.

"Elliot!" I shriek. I look down at my now ruined blue jeans, black, white, and blue flannel shirt, and gray converses.

"Hey, don't blame me," he laughs. "You're the one who ran into me."

I pick myself up, grumbling, "Yeah, well I wasn't the one to stop unexpectedly."

We keep walking a little longer and the mud (still hoping its mud) cakes to my clothing. It makes it uncomfortable to move.

"Excuse me, miss," I hear from behind me in a strong-really strong-country accent. I turn around to see a guy around my age looking me up and down. I would have slapped him for checking me out but we all know he was looking at the mud caked to me. "Would you like some clothing? My sister has outgrown some that she could give to you, free of charge."

The stranger is very close to me so the lowest I see is the top of his black polo shirt that is covered by a blue jean jacket. He has sparkling blue eyes and windswept, salt and pepper hair, and tan skin. His crooked nose made him traditionally good-looking and that smirk probably made just about any girl from around here faint; but I'm not from around here.

"Um…" I look back at Elliot. He's giving me a death stare but I ignore him. What is the worst that could happen from talking to- wait what's his name? "Sorry, I don't accept clothing offers from random strangers."

He laughs brightly and says, "Sorry, my name is Tate. What is yours, might I ask?"

"Eleanor, but you can call me Elle," I smile.

"Well hello, Elle," Tate says. I giggle at the emphasis he puts on my name. "Would you like those clothes now?"

I nod and bid my thank you before returning to my fuming brother. He has his arms crossed and is tapping his foot like he's my mother and I'm just returning from being out an hour passed curfew.

"Who is that?" he hisses through clenched teeth.

I roll my eyes. "That is Tate. He offered me some of his sister's old clothes to wear. That's what generous people do Elliot."

He sighs in exasperation and throws his hands in the air. "Elle, he could be an Eraser! They could have followed us and this whole thing could be a trap! Can you not see the danger?"

"Of course not," I say at first and then say, "Wait…"

I knew Elliot would have laughed had it not been for my "stupidity" as his puts it. It's not my fault that I take up the opportunity to get new clothing from generous people.

Soon Tate is back with a small stack of graphic t-shirts (Fall Out Boy, Metallica, Black Veil Brides, Guns 'n Roses, etc.) and skinny jeans. I narrow my eyes when I see it because they look so out of place here. He notices it and says, "My sis has always been a big city girl," he shakes his head. "I never understood this Green Day person."

I laugh but then realize that it probably wasn't meant to be a joke and apologize reluctantly. I'm not the person to say sorry often.

. . . .

Elliot and I lay in separate trees. Mine a sweet smelling apple one, while his is a stinky crab apple (trust me, there's a difference). I fall asleep quickly listening to the rustle of leaves in the soft breeze that had come with the cooler night air. I hate to admit it, but I actually like it better when we are on the run. Although it can be relaxing when we have somewhere to stay that is permanent, I like being able to go to the different places that there are and see all the people around me, enjoying their lives as if there is no tomorrow.

so I ended that... weirdly. but that's just my opinion. still thinking on what else to put b/c honestly I'm making this up as I go

3 some inspirational quote I'm supposed to think of 3