Sorry for taking so long to update! I had writers block then a terrible off week, then I had internet problems for a few days, so its been a hard month.

Here is chapter 4

Enjoy!

~XOXOXBecca


We made it to the outskirts of Manhattan around midnight. Starving, me and Kat threw our money together and got Taco Bell. Kat parked the car at the edge of a cliff. A rope about two yards away from the drop hung in front warning us of No trespassing, which is stupid because if you were going to trespass, you would be dead. Obviously its a make out spot, even though no one was here, but it has a good view of the city beneath it. Me and Kat sat on the hood of her car, looking up at the clear night sky. Stars filled the black sky above, making constellations one big star dome.
We ate our meal and just sat there in silence, admiring the seen. We dont normally get to see the stars like this, street lamps usually fuck it up. Even though it wasnt very good sighting, me and Kat used to go up on the roof of her dads house and talk while looking up at the sky. It was nice to get away for maybe only ten minutes to a place no one can find you. Now, no one really knew where to find us.
"Brooke," Kat spoke softly, a whisper.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Is it wrong that I packed to not go back home?" Kat said, sounding like she was ready to be yelled at, accused. To have me yell at her and call her a dumb ass. Kat was usually the good girl, never doing anything like this, always following rules. She also took her parents feelings into consideration, so doing this ment she really wanted to leave.
I on the other hand, didnt give a shit about my moms feelings, and she returns it. I didnt care if rules got broken, as long as I made no regrets out of it.
I shook my head slowly, answering the one person on this earth who cared about me. "No. I did the same thing."
"Okay," Kat said.
I knew what my best friend was thinking without looking at her.
"You're not alone on this Kat," I spoke. "We both have the same thoughts when it comes to dealing with our home lives. We will be okay."
I propped myself on my elbows and stared at the city in front of me. I looked at my best friend, who looked like she was about to cry.
"Hey," I said, allowing a smile to creep on my lips as I nudged her with my elbow. "We are in this together. Taking New York by storm."
"Mother fuckers wont know what hit 'em," Kat said, staring at the sky.
"Hell yeah!" I said, glad that I got something out of my friend.

We slept in the car that night, only able to afford two nights maybe three at a cheap motel. We decided that it would be best that we stay over the weekend for the convention so we have a place to get dolled up and clean.
"The convention is tomorrow!" Kat practically screamed in my ear. We were in Burger King the next day at lunch. I guess it must have been withdrawal of some kind of not enough sleep, or good sleep, or she's just on crack because today Kat was acting like this was the most exciting thing ever. Which it is, but I have more things to worry about.
"I'm aware," I said as I dragged my french through a pile of ketchup on my burgers rapper.
"Come on get happy!" Kat said in the same breath she said, "Why arent you happy?"
I shrugged biting my french fry.
"Whats wrong?" Kat asked me. I just shrugged. She was so happy, I didnt want to bring her back to reality. The shitty part though.
"Come on Brooke, tell me," Kat pushed. "We are in this together. You said so yourself."
she was right, I did say that. It was true, as best friends we were in this together. And part of this is that sooner or later, we are going to have to find a solution. Plus, if I hold back now, Kat will know im keeping something and will also start holding stuff in. That is the last thing I want.
So I sighed and told her.
"Kat, we only have enough money for three nights at a cheap motel," I began. "If we are both not going home, we need to find out what to do. Our money for food and gas is not going to last forever."
Kat leaned back, sitting straight in her seat now, absorbing my words. I didnt want to kill her mood or the weekend, but it was something that had to be dealt with.
Kat nodded and spoke, "You're right."
I leaned back in my chair, sticking the rest of the fry in my mouth.
"Im sorry," I said. "I didnt want to be a buzz kill on your weekend."
"No its okay," Kat shook her head lightly. "You are totally right. We need a plan. finding a plan will make our weekend better."
"True," I sighed. I knew that we would have to get jobs first, its really the only thing we could do to fix the rest of our problems.
"Well," Kat began, choosing her words slowly. "Maybe you can find a man at the convention to go home with and hopefully he will let you stay."
"Kat!" I scolded.
"What?" She asked, offended.
"I am not going to go home to some random nerd I met at a video game convention!" I said, sighing and leaning back.
"Who knows, "Kat said, crossing her legs and raising her eyebrows. "Maybe he'll wind up to be your soulmate."
I threw a french fry at her, which she leaned away from. I told Kat my thoughts about us having to get jobs. She agreed, but also stuck with her suggestion about finding someone this weekend who will take us in.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I said, trying not to gasp because it involved drawing air into your mouth. And I really did not want this air in my mouth. After lunch, me and Kat went to the library to find information about cheap motels in the area. Yeah, we checked for cheap hotels, but one night in one of them is what two days would cost for the more expensive motel. So once me and Kat found the information and address for The Break Inn, we left to find it. The name should have been warning enough.
For one: The check in guy was dirty and grimy with the rotting teeth he had left and moldy pork chop in his goatee, and he kept checking us out, mostly me. Not only was he flirty, but he was way to eager to show us our room. Me and Kat already docked him as creepy.
You could feel the dirt of our room in the air as we walked in. It reeked bad of cigarette smoke, which is coming from someone who has adapted so well to it from my mother that its like second air for me.
"Okay we are so keeping the doors locked," Kat announced, tossing her bag on the bed. Dust and dirt clouded over it. I shut the door and locked it, walking over to the only bed in the room and tossing my bag down.
"Well," I said, taking my sweater off. "He would be more than happy to take us home with him."
Kat snorted at my suggestion at back-firing her plan.
"We might have to wind up sleeping in the car," I began saying, unzipping my bag. "Just to make sure it doesnt get stolen."
Kat groaned as she sat down, looking exhausted, on one of the dusty and badly stained chairs. "We have to promise not to leave each other alone for one second."
I shrugged, "I am not arguing to that." I took out my vitamin water from my bag and sipped it, zippering my bag up. God knows what might crawl in there.
Kat nodded slowly.
"Hey, it'll be alright," I soothed my friend. Kat just nodded again. "Its only for the weekend. Most of Saturday, and Sunday will be spent at the convention, and half of tomorrow. We can even spend the other half looking around town."
Kat just shrugged, looking like she might cry. I pretty sure I was too. I knew she didnt like staying here one bit, and the guy just made her even more uncomfortable. Kat likes to make sure that we will be almost 89% sure of safety. She likes to know that we will be okay. And this place defiantly took her security away from her. Why she agreed to go to New York in the first place, I dont know. But also what I thinked what bothered her most, was that I was uncomfortable here. I'm that girl who a friend like Kat loves to have, and wish she could rid out of her life. Im that girl who takes her best friend out of her comfort zone, and beyond. But im also that girl who is strong and wont go down without a fight. Who has a good sense of the streets and the world around us, who has a good hold on reality and would make it their bitch. Who, no matter what situation, can get them out safely, and knows it. My uncertainty about this only makes Kat more scared. Even thought I hated it here, I was going to have to make sure it didnt show. Even it if means I have to lie.
"Kit-Kat we'll be alright," I assured her, sitting down on the bed in front of her.
The corners of Kat's mouth turned up at the nickname, but fell back down when she sniffled. At that moment,one of the most frightening thoughts came to me. I was not going to say it out loud to Kat, but I just had to ask myself.
Will we be okay?