Ch. 2 Running Away From My Problems

Isis sat outside, sipping on a café lattee. The warm liquid made her feel cozy, even outside in the cool fall breeze. There was no way Isis could solve her differences with her parents, but she couldn't take living the way she was anymore. These thoughts and many others sped through her mind. Then she thought the unthinkable. A sudden burst of cold wind shot through the atmosphere, sending a cold chill up her spine.
Isis shook the scary thought from her head, yet the feeling still remained, tormenting her conscience. IWhat's happened to me?/I she asked herself.
She drank the rest of her lattee, and threw the empty cup into the nearest garbage can. As she was about to turn around, a homeless woman leaning against the side of the Java Stop looked at her in a peculiar way. She almost looked magic, like a mystical being. The wind made her long, gray hair swirl around her. She smiled at Isis.
Isis smiled back, but quickly. She turned hastily and walked to her car, the strange feeling still lingering inside her. She shook her head, got in her car, and drove away.
Something told her to go by Twister's, so she did so. She felt like she could talk to him, and she wondered why it seemed so hard to talk to Sunny previously that day. She turned down Twister's road and then swerved into his driveway.
"So, how come you stopped by? You've never stopped by without calling first," Twister concerned as he readied a glass to pour some Dr. Pepper in.

Isis stared at her feet, still feeling a little uncomfortable. How could she talk to her boyfriend before her best friend? "Oh, no reason. Just wanted to." She could tell he wasn't buying her act.
Sighing and putting the soda back into the refrigerator, he settled his clear blue eyes on her dark violet ones. "What's going on? I know you too well, Isis." He grabbed the drinks and strolled into the living room. He sat the drinks down on coasters on the coffee table, then sat down on the couch. He patted the floral-patterned cushion beside him, inviting her to sit as well.
"So, what's up? I know something's bothering you; you've been actin' pretty weird lately. Wanna tell me?" Twister wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but he loved her, and that's what really counted. Besides, he knew her to a great extent, and also knew when something wasn't right.
"No, but I guess it makes no sense to keep it bottled up inside." She sighed and leaned into the soft couch. Twister put his arm around her, trying to make her feel more comfortable. "My parents are one thing; they've been acting really weird lately. It's like they suspect me of something. I don't know what I did wrong, but it can't be good."
Twister laughed at the thought. "You? Do something bad? But you're practically perfect."
"Perfect is the objection. I'm not nearly as perfect as I may seem. But I've really thought about it, and I need to get away for a while. So I'm going to, uh, leave for a few days, maybe longer, and just take a break and relax."
"You gonna tell you're parents about this?" Twister looked at her profoundly. She couldn't lie to him; she had done enough of that today.
"Not exactly." She didn't want to come out and say she was going to run away. Everything was coming onto her so fast. All of a sudden, this rebellion had hit her, enough to make her run away and do other crazy things, even if her moral conscience went completely against it.
"You're not serious? You're actually gonna run away?" There was a bit of worry in his voice.
She sighed and nodded. "For a while, but I'll come back, I promise." Neither of them said anything for a few moments. Isis decided to break the silence with a very bold statement.
"Twister, in case something happens, and I don't come back, there's something I want to do before I go." She looked into his eyes and could see how much he cared for her.
"Sure, what?" When she didn't answer, he could read her expression and tell what she was thinking. "You're not thinking about I that /I are you? Are you sure you want to go through with it? I thought you wanted to wait until you were at least engaged."
She nodded, her heart not following along with her mind. She knew better than this, but she decided to anyway. She followed him up to his room and closed the door behind her.