Author Note: This chapter is EXTREMELY short and I apologize for that, I just needed to throw it out there before I crank out the next one...which will be longer.

Home is where he knows he should be. But, he doesn't want to go there. If he goes home, home to Minnesota he's going to have to face everything; his mom, Katie, his…friends. How can he face them? What's he going to say to them? She senses his anxiety. She intertwines her long fingers with his and begins swinging their hands in attempt to soothe him, but he's not responding. His eyes look glassy and the smile that was on his face for the first few blocks, has vanished. Logan hasn't noticed yet, or he has and he just doesn't want to say anything. Camille knows, but she too is playing silent. Everyone has the same thoughts running through their head, if they speak up about what's wrong – Kendall will run away again.

"You aint…you aint aight are you?" Timory asks him as the stand outside the diner. She never takes her gaze away from his face, she's afraid if she does she'll miss something.

He moves to nod but instead simply looks down at his feet "I don't know what's wrong with me," he bites his lip. He feels guilty. "I thought…I thought I was okay"

She touches his arm tenderly "Ya'll don't gotta be aight like magic, Ken, it's okay to still be hurtin'."

"But for how long?" he asks her with a wary tone "How long am I going to feel so…so…I don't even know what I feel." He declares in frustration

"Aint nothin' wrong with that," she shrugs then looks in the front window of the diner. Camille and Logan are asking for a table, they agreed to give Kendall and Timory a moment alone.

"Run away with me?"

The sound of his voice, no, his words break her from her muse. She was thinking about what it must be like to be happy and sheltered. Now she's wondering why he would ask such a thing. It's not that she wouldn't do it, it's just that she doesn't understand him. "Whiteboy," she places her hands on his cheeks and looks up at him "why you wanna run away again? Aint you learned a thing?"

"No," he replies in a broken whisper "not yet…I'm not…I can't face this yet."

Her face scrunches in confusion "Boy, you just wanted to go home about twenty minutes ago. Why you so nervous now?"

"I don't know!" he exasperates. He thought this would be easier to talk her into "I just don't want to go."

She purses her lips and silence surrounds them. "Aight." She agrees "We gon' run, but when your friend is hurt and worryin' you're gonna be sorry."

He glares at her. He can't believe she's doing this. "You're guilting me?" he laughs, nothing funny about the situation.

"No," she answers bluntly "I'm just telling you what ya'll is doin' if you decide to go"

And it's then that he's caught in an inward battle with himself. Will he stay or will he go?