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PJoHoOFan: Thank you! :D And I'm not sure, I've been thinking about it, do you think she should be one? I'm not sure who her godly parent would be though.

I obviously have no life and have already written another chapter, but I guess it's not my fault, it's everyone else who actually has a life's fault Cx

Blake's POV

Nico was actually pretty cool, for a random guy to basically come out of no where, but I could tell he was hiding something, I just didn't know what. Never the less, he was REALLY cute, like Kellin Quinn or Andy Sixx cute. He also liked a lot of the same music as me, which was suprising. We sang/screamed until our voices got hoarse (which was when it was starting to get dark). Afterwards we talked about things in our lives, well mostly I did, he didn't seem to want to open up. The only thing I really learned that he was 14, like me, and his last name was di Angelo. We were too exhausted (or maybe just too lazy) to get up from the dumpster, so we both fell asleep there.

As I rose from my lid of the dumpster, I look over and notice Nico was no where to be seen. I mean I should've saw it coming, no one ever talks or hangs out with me very long. They all think I'm annoying. I hop down from the dumpster and grab my bag. I saw a truck stop thing, that will hopefully have showers, a little while back. I think I'm in need of one. As I trudge towards my destination, I try to think what I did to make Nico leave. I don't know. Too many questions. That has to be it. I asked too many questions. Ugh, I hate my self. I don't blame my mom leaving me with dad. No wonder dad beat me every time he came home. I did him a favor leaving.

Finally, I reached the place and entered. Fortunately, it did have showers. I pull out my cheap flip flops and towel and hop in. I always wear flip flops in the shower because I've heard you can easily get athletes foot, and I don't want to find out. Afterwards, I put on my other outfit, grey acid-washed skinnies, and a Nightmare Before Christmas tank top. I pull on my sock and Converse, and then I shove my wet towel and flip flops into a plastic sack. Then I went into the bathroom and pulled out my Ziploc bag with my travel toothbrush and toothpaste (if you were wondering I stole most of my father's money, plus i came prepared) and brushed my teeth and then proceded to apply my travel deoderant, and brush my hair with my tiny hairbrush.

After I'm done in the truck stop (I also bought chips) I walk down to the nearby cafe and charge my ipod, then use thier wifi to watch a few episodes of my favorite anime, Angel Beats!. After I get bored with the cafe, I have nothing to do but walk around with no absolute destination. Every boy with long, black hair I see I momentarily think it's Nico but then I realize he's long gone. I walk around for hours until it's dark. I find myself at a park, and climb a tree. I sit there and think about my life. Tears begin to flow down my cheeks, and before I know it, I'm bawling my eyes out.

"Blake?" I hear a familiar voice come from the base of the tree. I look down, and see a blob of black, tears preventing me from seeing clearly.

"Nico?" I call out desperately, hoping this isn't a dream.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," I reply, wiping my eyes.

"You sure? It didn't exactly look like it's nothing."

"Yeah, I'm sure." I spit, my depression turning to anger. "Not that you would care."

"Look, Blake I know I shouldn't have left, but I have a lot on my mind and a lot going on in my life." I noticed a tear running down his cheek and jumped down from my tree.

"Hey, I shouldn't have snapped on you like that." I go to give him a hug but he pushes me off of him.

"Sorry, I don't like being touched." He said softly, with a slight happy smirk.

"It's ok."

"Soooo... wanna try this again?"

"Sure." I reply, beaming.

"Well, I'm Nico di Angelo, 14, I've been told that I apparently sing good, and please don't touch me." He said laughing.

"Nice to meet you Nico, I'm Blake Andrews, also 14, not many people like me and it's ok, I wont try to touch you again." I say, and give him an air-handshake.