Freddie's POV

I should have known my mom would be frantic and freaking out right now. I slowly looked over to the blonde across from me and before much of anything happened people were running over to the two of us, trying to corner us in.

Sam stayed calm though and tugged on my hand while whispering, "Come on."

"To where?" I asked her desperately, "They're guarding the doors."

A man made an unsuccessful plunge at us. I retaliated back and Sam grabbed me by the hand and, to my utter amazement, ran right through the window and shattered the glass into a million pieces pulling me behind her.

We both managed to get out unharmed and were now outside the café, but there was a stampede of greedy people timidly jumping out of the window behind us, while others looked on in amazement at how brave the girl pulling me along really was.

Sam was running like the wind, and I was trying not to be dragged along the ground, as my hand was still being held tightly in hers. I ran to be by her side with a big grin on my face. "That was amazing! I didn't know you could do that."

She flashed me a short grin in return and then shrugged, "Years of practice."

I couldn't stop smiling. This was such a rush; I had never felt like this before. And here I was running for my life, or at least running from the life I wanted to escape. "Where are we going?" I shouted over the rushing wind and the angry mob growing angrier behind me.

Sam replied, "Let's just lose them first!" I nodded. I could hear them chanting behind us.

"Come on, we won't hurt you!"

"Your mommy's worried, Fredward!"

"Don't you want to go home to Carly?"

I gasped. "Ignore, it Freddie. They just want their money bags. Your mother must be giving away a fortune." Sam told me as we came to the street. The mob was still hot on our trail. "Which way?" I asked her, gasping for breath.

Without answering me she led me down the street into a motorcycle lot. She ran to a big, red motorcycle and said, "We're in luck. Some idiot left the key in the ignition. Go ahead. Drive." And with that, Sam hopped onto the pillion seat.

I shook my head. "No, no, no." I started to panic. What was I going to do? This was the only way to escape the approaching mob. They were yards away from us now.

"Come on!" Sam yelled, visibly impatient. "You either jump on here and drive, and we can run away just like we planned, or you can stand there and go back to your mother and your precious Carly while I get the heck out of here."

I had no more time to think, they would have me tackled in a matter of seconds. So without much thought on my part, I jumped into the driver's seat, revved the gas, and drove out of the parking lot. I heard angry cries of "Chiz" behind me as I stared, zombie-like ahead of me at the empty road.

Sam gleefully cried "Waa-hoo" and gave me a quick hug by wrapping her arms around my neck as the street got quieter and quieter. "Wasn't that amazing? What a rush." I could see her curls blowing in the wind in the side-view mirror.

"Sam, we just stole a motorcycle." I told her as if trying to let the truth sink in for me. "So? Don't worry, soon you'll be able to steal motorcycles and feel nothing at all." I ignored her.

"We almost got caught," I went on.

"Yeah, almost." She said off-handedly again. I shook my head violently as I gripped the handlebars tighter. "I think we lost them," She continued.

I turned down another street, one that seemed to be leading out of the town. I wanted to just collapse and take it all in, but I knew if I stopped they would catch up to us. "Okay, so here's…" Sam started to say when suddenly AM's "Running Away" started blasting from somewhere in Sam's pocket.

"Oh chiz! I got a call." Sam cried pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. That's funny, isn't that the song that was playing on the night we kissed? I looked back and saw she had a look of horror on her face as she managed to breath, quietly, "It's Carly."

She began to put it back into her pocket when I said, "Wait no! Answer it."

"No! Are you crazy? She's going to turn us in." Sam replied as if it were obvious. "I'm letting it go to voicemail."

I waited patiently until the voicemail was ready, and Sam put it on speaker phone.

The message started screaming. "OH MY GOSH! SAM WHERE ARE YOU? I've looked everywhere! I tried calling your house yesterday, but nobody picked up. I got so scared, it's not like you. Then Mrs. Benson called and asked where Freddie was and I told her he went home. But Guess what? He never showed up! Now you're both missing!"

You could hear the screams through Carly's desperate sobs. And yet, it was getting harder and harder to hear what she was saying with every word as she broke down on the phone.

"Do you know where he is? Is he with you? Why did you guys leave me? Mrs. Benson and I called the police and they're going to come get you, don't worry. PLEASE CALL ME BACK!! I'm…all…alone…," and with that, the voicemail ended.

"Wow she sounds really depressed." I said in shock. I felt horrible for doing this to her.

But then again, in a way, I was actually mad at her. She had made me feel like this before, a lot actually. Sure, she misses me now, how about those ten thousand times she rejected me?

"Yeah. I'm sorry, Carly. It wasn't your fault I left. It was just something I had to do," Sam started talking to herself as if Carly was right there next to her. "I'll see you again…one day." She continued, trying to convince herself.

"Of course you will Sam. We're going to go back one day." I told her, trying to comfort her. She merely shook her head and let her curls fly everywhere. "You don't understand," she told me a bit quieter than her normal voice and I could sense some discomfort in it.

"I can't go back, she's there." She said as her voice drifted off. I was so confused, I just asked "Who?"

She completely ignored what I had said and instead told me "Turn right." I shrugged it off and complied. She led me down a long dirt road. "Where does this road lead?" I asked her.

"Nowhere. That's why we're going that way."

That seemed like a good enough reason for me. With every yard you could see the highway grow smaller and smaller.

Sam wasn't speaking much, but she did put her arms around my waist to steady herself on the bike more. I didn't mind.

Eventually, Sam spoke, "Stop." I did as she instructed and looked around. There were trees as far as the eye could see on one side. "Here?" I asked her skeptically. It wasn't like where we were yesterday.

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

Sam jumped off the back of the bike and began striding towards the woods. I put it in park and quickly followed her footsteps. "Oh yeah, we never did get to eat breakfast," I remembered.

"Yeah, do you know how hard it is for me to go without eating?" She said as she desperately looked over at me.

"Of course I do," I assured her. She looked pleased and continued, "But it was worth it." She skipped a little ahead and then turned around and smiled. "I haven't done anything that crazy since I met you and Carly. It was fun."

I was glad she was happy, and I had to admit it was kind of fun, besides committing a felony. "Yeah, it was alright," I said, passing her up. "But we're going to return the bike eventually. "

Sam ran to catch up with me and half-heartedly replied, "You're no fun." That was all she mentioned of it though, so I assumed I had won.

"Okay, let's look through the bushes for some berries or something," she instructed me as she pointed in the direction where all the bushes were.

I did not think that would be very fun and asked, "What? Don't you have any more food in your bag?"

"Yeah, but I want to save it. I don't have a lifetime's supply in there." She told me.

"Well," I tried to reason with her as I shrugged with my hands, "We could just go grocery shopping."

Sam threw her head up and laughed as we continued to search for berries anyway. "Freddork, we just ran away. I think we should avoid public places for awhile."

I let out a little groan, but hopefully asked, "Tomorrow?"

She seemed amused and smiled, "Sure, if we run into a store."

"Good," I exclaimed, quite relieved. Sam moved over to a very colorful bush and as I got closer I saw that the reason was it was covered in the bluest blueberries you had ever seen. She stopped right in front of it, put her hands on her hips, and cried, "Jackpot!" triumphantly.

I ran over to the bush and started grabbing them off the branches. Suddenly, I realized maybe this isn't the best idea. "Wait," I said as I stopped picking just as Sam started. "How do you know these aren't poisonous?"

Sam talked as if she was explaining how to do something to a two year old, "Freddie, they're blueberries. You buy these at the store," as she popped one into her mouth. I nodded and popped one into my mouth too.

Sam started grabbing handfuls and putting them into a pocket in her bag. She gestured for me to do the same and I did. Soon her bag was full of berries and we got up and started walking out of the woods.

We saw three rabbits bounce on by us as we got close to the dirt road. Sam somehow skipped in front of me and suggested, "Let's go on over to the bike."

I smirked, "You want to admire it, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Sam said as she plopped down on the grass, grabbed some blueberries from the bag and started eating them as she stared dreamily at the bike in front of her.

Sam's POV

The Harley-Davidson in front of me was purely beautiful. I started to think about everywhere we could go with this masterpiece.

We might even make it to….Uncle CJ. Well, it was worth a try. I turned to look at Freddie and saw he was sprayed casually across the ground, trying to catch blueberries in his mouth. He kept missing his mouth and got hit in the eye once when I started talking to the boy.

"Hey Freddie," I called him, snapping him out of his trance. "Huh?" he asked.

"What would you say if we started making our way to Texas?" He looked like he always does when thinking about something intensely, as he pondered my question.

"Texas is really far, Sam," He finally uttered. I knew that of course. I had considered going there for a long time. My uncle was my mother's brother, but he had always been supportive of me. I hadn't seen him in three years, though. He sort of lost touch with my mother.

"I know, but my Uncle is there. He might be able to help us." I hoped he would be reasonable with me here.

"Well you want an adventure, don't you?" I asked him cocking an eyebrow. He looked at me with a straight face and I stared at him until his thin mouth line gradually turned into a smile, until finally with a laugh he said, "Yeah, what else are we going to do out here anyway?"

"Great. It's a plan. Sure is nice to have some direction to go huh?" I asked him.

His face suddenly got perplexed. "Yeah…..direction…. Hey Sam, how are we going to know how to get there?"

I shrugged. "We just keep going southwest, how hard can it be? There will be signs and stuff."

He laughed at me. "Okay, I guess that's what we'll do for now."

I leaned back and propped myself up using my hands, while Benson sat Indian-style beside me. I felt a small raindrop hit my head and looked up at the sky. There were a few dark rainclouds forming in the sky and eclipsing the sun.

The clouds continued to unload on us, and I turned to the boy next to me and spoke with a reminiscent air that surprised me, "I'm going to miss the Seattle rain."

Freddie looked up too and heaved a deep sigh, "I never thought I'd agree with that statement." Remembering something funny, he paused for laughter before going on. "Do you remember that one time last year where it rained for a week straight?"

"Of course I do!" I practically screamed, overcome with the memory. "We were all at Carly's apartment, and you were so scared you ran behind her and screamed 'Carly, save me!'" I said the last part in a high pitched girly voice.

He scoffed. "I did not say it like that!" He exclaimed defensively, in a deeper voice than normal. "Oh, you so did." I told him and then punched him on the arm, while saying "And I had to beat you up like this."

He flinched a little. "Yeah, well I've gotten tougher." He stuck out his chest a bit. I rolled my eyes at him. "Maybe."

"Yeah, see, I…" he was cut off by the now heavy wind blowing a flyer into his face. He stopped in mid-sentence and I couldn't stop laughing at his misfortune. Freddie simply took it from his face with a secret smile playing on his lips and began reading it.

"What does it say?" I asked him curiously.

He read what it said on the flyer to me. "The Gresham City Club. 'Let's party tonight'. Join us for fun at the Gresham City Club. Activities include dancing, beverages, dancing, karaoke, dancing, tons of fun, and dancing! Open every Friday and Saturday night! Come and join us at 3405 Party Road."

"Huh. Just a club." He finished and was about to toss the flyer behind his shoulder when I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"No, wait. This could be fun." I said, releasing him from my grip and taking the flyer from his clenched hands. He put his arms back down as I scanned my eyes over the flyer. "I say we go," I announced as if making it final.

Freddie shook his head, "I don't know. That place is for people in their twenties. They might not even let us in."

"Oh Freddie," I smiled and winked at him. "You just got to know how to talk to them." He seemed confused, and twisted up his face to match the confusion. I let a smile creep on my lips and deviously said, "I know how to play with a guy's mind." I proceeded to bat my eyelashes.

Freddie's eyes flashed open in horror and he hid his face, but it was too late, his face was already as red as a tomato. "Well, uh, okay if we pass it."

I looked back ahead of me at the road and offhandedly mentioned, "Oh we will, it's on the way." I could somehow feel Freddie's excitement beside me as he looked down the road that would lead us away from here.

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