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I didn't know where my parents were. I didn't feel like I wanted to be around a happy family like the Matthews. I didn't want to be alone. I didn't know where else to go.

I knocked on Turner's apartment door. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. I just felt like needed to be there.

He opened the door in shock.

"Hi" I squealed. "I'm sorry for bugging you…I'm…I hope I'm not interpreting anything…" as I started to enter I saw one of the social studies teachers, Ms. Tomkins.

"Hey Ms. Tomkins is here" I waved

Turner smirked "I know"

I laughed "You teachers sure worked late" I saw that there wine glasses on his coffee table. Then I realized that I had interpreted them on a date. "Oh…I'm sorry."

She got up off his tan couch, "I'm going"

I felt a little bad "No you have to go"

She kissed Turner on the cheek "We'll talk" she said coldly as she walked out.

"I like her. Do you like her?" I smiled to try to find a subject to talk about.

Turner closed the door "Yea, I like her. Now what are you doing out this late?"

"Um…" I put my hand over my mouth and try to figure out what to say. I wanted somebody to vent to. "My dad and I have been looking for my mom…and I had this thought…"

He looked at me with kindness and understanding. It made me feel nervous, too nervous to bring up… well everything. Instead I made up a lie.

"You know that…um…Forest Hemingway guy…when are going to read his stuff."

"Next year" Turner nodded.

"Good, um I hear he's good." I shook.

Turner raised his eyebrows, "You came here for that?"

"Well you're an English teacher so I figure there was no else I could ask." I laughed nervously.

I took a look at the empty plates and the bowl of pasta on his kitchen table. "Wow, you guys were having a nice dinner."

"Yea, there's plenty if you're hungry" He nicely offered.

"No I ate" I lied. The truth was that I've not eaten anything but two bites of my lurch and that Alfredo looked pretty good.

"Should I put it anyway?" He asked me.

I grabbed the bowl, "No, I might pick at it." I said stuffing some in mouth.

I sat down across from me and asked, "So where are you staying?"

"The motel down the street."

"The one on seventh? Are you sure you are to be okay there?"

I put on a fake smile, "Yea, the guy gave me clean sheets and everything."

"You could cash there if you want?"

"No, I already paid for the TV." I nervously laughed thinking about my experience with motel's television, which was still running though my head.

Turner smiled, "Well then why don't go eat on the couch while I clean up, then I'll dropped you off."

"Okay" I nodded as I went on stuffing my mouth and laid on his couch. It felt kind of cozy, warm… and safe. I started to remember that I was tried.

Turner started gathering the dishes, "You know Hunter, feel free to drop by. I mean we can eat or talk or just hang…"

My eyes started to closed and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning Turner woke me up "Hey Hunter, Happy Saturday" he cheered.

After I rubbed my eyes, I realized I was still on Turner's couch. "Oh Sorry" I said jumping off.

Turner patted my shoulder, "Don't be sorry. So you hungry?"

"Yea" I nodded

"Well I make a mean cheese omelet."

I smiled and nodded.

I sat his at kitchen table while he cooked. He put the two plates of food on the table and in across from me.

"I'm sorry I ruined your date with Ms. Tomkins" I said talking a bite.

He swallowed a bite then smiled, "You didn't ruined anything. I ruined it before you showed up."

"What happened?" I asked with a mouth full of egg.

He was quiet for a few seconds, "Fine I guess I need to talk to someone about it…Cat had this thing about saying 'I love you', and she was talking all this settling down stuff."

"Do you want to that?"

"Want what?"

I smirked "You know all wife and kids stuff?"

We both took another bite.

"To be honest, I don't know. I like kids I am a teacher for god sake. And I like Cat. I just think maybe I'm so used to just taking care of myself…that I'm scared of taking care of someone else…I don't know. You know what I mean Hunter?"

I nodded "Yea"

He took a slip of his coffee, "It's just sometimes I don't know the difference between being independent and being alone."

I dropped my fork, hearing him talk about being alone really pulled a string on my heart. "Do you ever get lonely?" I asked.

He finished off his omelet, "Yea, I do" He shook his head then put on a smile, "Anyway Hunter, I talked to Matthews's dad this morning. You forget your bag at school so Matthews has it. He also wants you to go over there, so we can all have a talk about your dad?"

I finished my food, "So…how did Mr. Matthews sound?"

"He was scared; he is really worried about you kid. "

I nodded "So um…Can I ride on your motorcycle?"

He laughed "yea, but you are wearing my helmet."

We got up from the table; Turner went to go get his helmet.

I stood there thinking. So everybody has to have a town meeting to figure out who stick with me. Then I started thinking of the "what ifs"? What if I never saw my mom again? What if I never saw my dad again? What if the Matthews didn't want me? There was so uncertainly, about my family, my feelings, and even my home.

"Hunter" Turner said noticing the worried look on my face. I felt his arms being wrapped around me. I was shocked and confused for a moment. Then I realized something…he was giving me a hug.

"Everything is going to be okay" He whispered to me. He let go of me and stared into eyes, "Me and Mr. Feeny and the Matthews and everybody else that care about you are going to make this okay."