High School: A Tale Of Two Friends…
Sara/Greg-centric. What would Greg and Sara's relationship be like if they had met in high school? No flames, I promise everyone will be returned to their rightful characters by the conclusion of this fic… And No, I don't own them.
Maybe someday, you and me can run away
I just want you to know
I wanna be your Romeo
Hey Juliet
Later that night Greg and Sara crept over to her house. "Go in the front. Act like you're going to sleep or something," he suggested, "I'll meet you around back."
She nodded, slowly opening the front door after watching him move to the side of the house.
"Carmen?" Sara spoke into the darkness as she walked down the hall.
She walked into the bedroom she shared with young Becca, moving to the window she spotted Greg. "You can come in. I don't think anyone's home." She said, opening the window.
He climbed inside, almost falling back out in the process. He watched her dig a sleeping bag out of the closet as well as a backpack. "Wow," he commented. "You pack light."
Sara had only stuck a few things into the bag. Aside from clothes she'd packed she'd also grabbed a small photo album a few necklaces and managed to cram a few science books into the bag as well. After grabbing her school backpack off the floor she announced she was done.
Greg took one of the bags and the sleeping bag from her, maneuvering himself out the window first before helping her out. "That was easy," he whispered just as she slipped and fell on top of him. "I spoke too soon," he laughed, helping her up.
"Let's get back to your house," she said, smiling as they headed for the path in the back of the houses.
As they walked through the woods behind the string of houses they spotted a figure walking the other way. "Uh oh…" Sara said, pulling Greg down with her as she moved behind a bunch of bushes.
Greg, being the extremely coordinated person that he was, managed to fall and snap several twigs in the process, thus smashing any hope of them not being seen. "Who's there?" a distinctly male voice asked.
"It's Nick…" Sara said, somewhat relieved.
Greg let out a breath as well; glad he hadn't completely ruined their plan. "Phew…" he said as they stepped out.
Nick blinked several times, "What are you doing here?" he asked them.
"Walking, why?" Sara asked, shifting the back-pack on her shoulder.
He raised an eyebrow, doubting their excuse. "Then why is Greg carrying a sleeping bag?" he laughed, knowing he'd caught them in…something…
Greg and Sara looked at each other. "Fine. We'll tell you. You cannot tell ANYONE!" Sara finally agreed.
Nick nodded his agreement. "I won't tell…" he promised.
Greg looked to Sara. Not sure what she'd want to tell. "I don't want to move again," she said simply, which was actually true just not elaborately correct.
"And?"
"She's hiding out at my place till they either get the message or give up," Greg finished.
Nick nodded, still not completely buying into this. "And you actually think this plan will be effective…?" he asked, hoping it would as he didn't want Sara to either.
Both nodded. "Yeah, we'll manage to pull it off somehow…" Greg said. Sara agreed with his statement.
"Well then, you might wanna get back to Greg's since I'm pretty sure someone just pulled into the driveway of your house," Nick commented before turning back to his original route. "Good luck!" he called back to them. Greg and Sara were both running the other direction.
Greg had been hoping on getting back before his dad. Now this would be complicated. "Stay here," he told her, walking in the front door and up the stairs to his room. "Toss me your stuff," he said from the open window several feet above his head.
She tossed him the sleeping bag which he got on the first try. Her school backpack, which was slightly heavier, took three tries and the last bag took two. "How's this gonna work?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I'll let you know as soon as I figure that out…" he said, half leaning out the window. "Got it!" he said, moving out of view for a moment, reemerging with a long sheet tied to another one.
Sara stared. "Please tell me you're kidding. The only thing that will accomplish is pulling you out the window…"
He nodded. "That's why I tied it to the bed frame. Believe it or not I did think this through…" he tossed the free end of the make-shift rope down to her. "Careful," he said before she started climbing.
She was about half way up when suddenly she realized she was descending again. "Greg!" she whispered harshly.
"It's okay, Sara," he replied. "The bed just slid."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, some might consider that a problem."
He laughed. "You're almost there…" he assured her she climbed higher.
She reached up for the windowsill, Greg pulling her in as well. "I'll give you this: It worked.." she replied, helping him shove his bed back into place again.
Okay… the next chappie will be nice and fluffly Review please!