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April 21st, 1988

Dear Diary,

Last Entry: Nothing can stop us. Not the FBI, the CIA, or the PTA. We're invincible. And I don't know what's going to happen to us now. But I do know that we're in it together.

"Here," I say as I hand him one of my shirts. "You didn't bring any t-shirts."

He sighs and I chuckle. We both get dressed after our little… intimacy in the pond.

When he's dressed, he has a smile on his face as he buries into the t-shirt. "What?" I ask.

"It smells like you." He gazes into my eyes and I lean in to kiss him. My hand slips into his hair as I deepen the kiss. I press my lips against his and brush my tongue across his.

"I love you," I say into between kisses. After a moment, I pull away. "You should get some sleep. You've had a long day."

He nods slowly and I kiss his temple. "What are you going to do? Sleep too, I hope."

"I'll drive until we're out of Sherwood's borders and then I'll find somewhere for us to park." I smile at him. "Goodnight, Babe."

"Goodnight, Darling."

I turn on the engine and drive down the road towards the city limits. I'm going to take the long backway to avoid discovery. I drive past what was once Westerburg and feel a spike of guilt. I ignore it and move onward. Past the Snappy Snack Shack: our favorite date spot and past his neighborhood, all the way out of town until I'm driving down the country road he took me on for our first date. I roll the window down so I can feel the air. I needed fresh air. I watch the night sky zip past me.

JD and I will figure out where we're actually going tomorrow. I pull into an Arby's parking lot just outside the city and hide by the trashcans. They're already closed, so we should be okay. I reach into the glove compartment and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I slip outside of the car and shut the door.

I light a cigarette and pull with my lips. This is so familiar, the only constant in my life. The scent and taste remind me of my lover. The taste of nicotine and the heat of the air calms me. I sit on the hood of the car smoking until I wear down my first cigarette. I don't want to waste them all. I don't light another and instead, I stare up at the stars.

I pretend that I'm in that wooden rowboat with JD cuddled against me. I imagine how beautiful those shooting stars were. I start to drift off, so I crawl back into the car. I leave the cigarettes and lighter in the cupholder and lean my seat back.

I'm homeless. I have nothing except a tiny bag of clothes and the love of my life. I guess I'm up for the adventure. I fall asleep staring out the window at the stars.