So I was having problems with this chapter. Finishing it I mean. I wanted to add more to it, but I didn't know what. So now im like what the hell!

So im just going to post it...

Enjoy!

~XOXOXBecca ;)

=======Aleks POV=======

The next morning me and Sly sat on our bed waiting for the girls to get out of the bathroom so we could leave. As soon as one was out of the shower the other would go in. Both have been out of the shower and locked themselves in the bathroom for the past hour. Holy fuck what is with girls and bathrooms!

"What are we going to do with them?" Sly asked me. I yawned and scrubbed my face with my hands. "I mean, I'm going one way your going the other."

"I don't know," I said. "But I am not going to be stuck alone with both of them."

"So do we split them up?" Sly asked.

"I honestly don't know," I said. "Would it be such a good idea, I mean they're both runaways and stuff. Should we really part them from each other?"

Sly shrugged and I groaned lying back down on the bed. "Why not we just let them decide," Sly said moments later.

"Im agreeing with that," I said sitting back up as both girls walked out of the bathroom.

=========Brooklyn's POV=========

It was late afternoon and what felt like we've been driving for hours. The sun favored west, blocked by line of trees that seemed to go on for miles. I had my feet, which somehow became bare during our drive, I just remembered running through the grass barefoot at our last stop over two hours ago, were propped up on the dashboard in the passenger seat lightly, careful not to set off the airbag. My sunglasses sat at the top of my head, doing no good when we shot past some trees that aren't grouped very closely and get a shot of sunlight in our eyes. The wind beat against the car loudly as Aleks drove seventy-six miles per hour on the deserted interstate. Kat and Eddie-or SlyFoxHound or Sly, as Aleks keeps referring him as- were past out in the back seat on top of one another. I wanted to take a picture of it but I didn't know Eddie, nor Aleks, that well and didn't want to start anything, so I just left them alone in their peaceful slumber.

"You look hungover," I noted to Aleks. His eyes seemed to be out of focus as he stared at the road in front of him. He gave a slight, lazy, tired laugh as he took his hand off of the wheel and run it through his hair.

"Do you want me to drive?" I offered. Montana to New York is a long drive, and I did a good share of driving. I knew what it was like to drive continuously, to be the only one driving on a trip. Plus he had done a lot to help me and Kat out and is doing so much more. I had to repay him some way, even though no matter what I did it felt like it would never be enough. But every little thing seemed to ring up some way.

"Its fine," Aleks said, stifling a yawn. I gave him a pointed look, showing that I didnt believe him but I let it go. "How old are you anyways? Not to be creepy but-" He left the sentence hanging but I knew what he meant. It was fair enough that if he was driving us and taking us to his house until we can figure everything out to know how old we were. But for some reason I felt like I shouldnt tell him. After all I knew nothing about him or what his intentions were. Maybe he was just being nice and allowing us to stay with him until we could manage on our own. Or he could be some psycho path who eats us alive and discards our corpses in a well to be discovered sixty years from now and turned into a Law and Order episode.

Okay I have got to stop watching crime shows.

But whatever the reason I found myself blurting out," Eighteen." I don't know why, maybe out of habit. If you can't tell I have trust issues. But look at what I had to grow up with. Lying is just a natural instinct.

Aleks gave me a look, telling me he didnt believe me. Even his tone seeped with it as he repeated, "eighteen."

"How old are you?" I asked, trying to change the subject off of me.

"Twenty," He answered with no problem. I felt kind of bad for lying. It was a habit I had to break.

I sighed. "I'm not really eighteen."

"I kind of figured that," he said."So how old are you then?"

"I'm in high school," I answered nonchauntly.

He considered this for a moment, then nodded.

"I'm sixteen," I said, he gave me a look and raised his eyebrows.

"Alright then," he answered. It was silent for a moment before he hit a big pot hole which made the whole car jump and shake.

"Damn," Aleks muttered and looked back at the two sleeping in the back. "I know Sly will sleep soundly, but I don't know about her," He shook his head. I knew he didn't want for them to wake up, because it will start the talking again. Up until they both passed out about an hour and a half ago, they didn't shut the fuck up once. When the car grew silent we had to look back to make sure they didnt die or anything. It was quiet suprising actually. But of course it seemed too soon for him to deal with them up and yammering. Honestly in a hundred years from now it will be too soon for them to start talking again.

"Well," I said turning around in my seat to look at them. Kat looked calm as she slept on, unaware of everything going on around her. "Kat has insomnia and a light case of paranoia..."

Aleks made a weird face, causing me to huff a laugh. "What?"

He shook his head, "Nothing. Just kind of second guessing this."

"It's not that bad," I admitted. "Its just mostly caused by her parents divorce and everything that followed. Plus she's going to be quite scarred from recent events at the motel. But if she can't fall asleep, just threatened her and she'll crash."

Aleks laughed slightly , casting glances at me as I spoke. I stared out the windshield at the vast space of empty pavement in front of us. If there was civilization close by, it didnt show any signs of it. The road seemed to go on forever. But doesnt every highway?

"So how did you guys meet?" Aleks asked a few minutes later. I knew it was meant as a simple gesture, like asking someone for a recipe. A way to make small talk and to know your passengers better. But it felt like I was hit in the gut by a baseball bat. That hit too close to home base. I couldn't tell Aleks how we met. He already said himself he was second guessing his decision to take us in temporarily, even if it was meant as a joke. I also lied to him about my age, which strikes as untrustworthy and makes everything shaky ground on which we are stepping on. Telling him we met because of our common action of cutting ourselves out of depression and no other way to handle our lives will be like throwing red meat into a pack of wild dogs. I didn't want him to feel like we were going to be this huge responsibility on him like he was taking in two new born babies. I already felt like a burden, I didn't want to make it worst.

I hadn't realized how long it took me to ponder what to tell Aleks, but my hesitation to answer had him looking at me, waiting.

"Thats a story for another time," I answered. I hadn't meant for it to be, but my voice came out as a whisper.

Aleks nodded and kept driving, staring back out the windshield straight ahead looking like he was going to collapse.