A/N: HEYYA! Haha:) well… I wrote a wicked LOT last night 'cause my friends all wanted their very own oneshot for christmas… wierdos… but it doesn't cost me any money, so AWESOME! So yeah, this… ugh, I don't love it. But when do I ever? Okay, holly, shut up. Write.

You keep walking. The sharp winds slice at your cheeks and creeps down the thin sweatshirt you thought you were lucky to have. You pull the material closer to yourself and force one foot in front of each other. It's just a little bit further, I promise.

The occasional car honk and drunk men's jeers are your only company on this damp, frigid night. You tilt your head back to catch the tears streaming down your cheeks. Your breath comes out in short bursts, clearly visible in the muggy city air.

Your hood is pulled over your tangled blonde hair, your eyes trained on the sidewalk. You put one boot-clad foot in front of the other, splashing in the puddles of late October.

The city lights shine down on you, illuminating the shiny tear streaks on your skin. You push onward, your façade crumbling with every step. The truth under the mega-watt smile? Under the jokes and comedy? Your scared. Freakin' scared. You can't go back. You know that.

Then why does every string that's unwillingly attached itself to you keep pulling you back? Back to that rainy city in Washington? To that brown haired nerd, undoubtedly sitting at his computer, staring at a picture of your best friend, not caring at all one of his best friends is gone?

You don't want to go back.

That's what you tell yourself, at least.

The city streets are damp, grungy, and dangerous. This isn't your city. What are you doing here?

You have no business here.

You stuff your hands deeper into the pocket of your hoodie and pick up the pace. You're only seventeen. This isn't necessary.

You know that.

Your always welcome back to that unusually colored apartment.

To the arms of two brunette best friends.

You know that.

So, why, you ask yourself, isn't anyone looking?

A/N: so… yeah. That's it. Stupidly short. And weird. So. Um. Review? PUHLEASE? Hehe:)