A/N - You guys make me smile too much...

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"I'm not putting Eriol's life in danger just because you want to run away!"

Robin let out a sigh that seemed to be a mix of annoyance and sadness. Standing in front of him was one of his closest friends, yet he had evident anger plastered all over his face. Behind the fuming boy stood a carbon copy, yet with freckles and a much smaller stature.

Ronnie and Eriol Jackson had been Robin's best friends for as long as he could remember. The three had been around each other what seemed as twenty-four seven, until now. Robin had come to their house with the request that they would run away into the forest with him, and he didn't intend to leave carrying the burden of rejection.

"Please, Ronnie, I'm begging you!" Robin pleaded, which was slightly out of character, and Ronnie was clearly taken aback, albeit he had yet to comply.

"What about my dad, Robin? I can't just leave him here alone," Ronnie explained, looking towards his younger brother for conformation, yet he was only met with a face that showed sheer confusion.

"I wanna go," Eriol finally piped up, tilting his head at the teenagers in front of him, "I mean, we'll come back right? We can just think of it as an adventure!"

Robin shook his head lightly as he let out a tiny chuckle at the twelve-year-old's innocence. Sure, he might consider coming back, but what would he do after that?

"I- I'm not sure that's how it works, Eri," Ronnie trailed off, giving his younger brother a tiny smile. The small boy let out a 'humph' before stomping up to the two older boys.

"I wanna go, Ronnie!" he characteristically whined at his older brother, tugging on his shirt as he used to do years ago. "Please!? Mommy's coming home soon anyways, it won't be long. I know it!"

Robin watched as Ronnie pulled his brother off of himself, finally turning back to him. Ronnie gave Robin that knowing look that let him know he'd think about it, something that Robin had become fairly accustomed to. He raised an eyebrow in the older boy's direction, giving him a silent message that said 'I need an answer now.'

Ronnie kneaded his temples as Robin began to tap his foot, seeming impatient, yet Ronnie knew he was extremely nervous. He looked back at the boy, opening his mouth to give the boy an answer, yet he was interrupted by the voice of Eriol.

"We're going," the tween commanded, placing his hands atop his hips as their mother did all the time. He puffed out his cheeks childishly, mustering up what he thought as an intense glare, but was really just squinting his eyes as if the sun was directly in his brown eyes. Ronnie grumbled at the boy, trying to explain why they shouldn't leave, but Eriol wouldn't have any of it.

"So it's unanimous, I guess," Robin spoke, giving Ronnie a small smirk.

"Oh, don't act like you're not shaking in your shoes, Robin," Ronnie muttered, grabbing two backpacks out of the closet he shared with Eriol. He tossed one to said boy, watching as he stumbled back a bit. "We'll meet you later tonight at seven, near the forest."

Robin nodded in agreement, finally deciding to take his leave. He waved goodbye to the stressed Ronnie, the happy Eriol, and their dad, before exiting the two story house. As he made his way home, the anxiety in him skyrocketed as he immediately began to regret his decision.

"It'll be fine, you'll be fine," he murmured softly to himself, clenching his fists lightly at his sides, "this is what you want!"

His house came into view a bit later, and he took his time getting to the door. As he stepped in, he was met with quite a sight.

There, sitting on the same recliner was his mother, reading a book, while his father sat at the couch watching some sort of criminal TV show. It was as if nothing had happened.

Had they even checked if he was gone?

"Back," he muttered, slamming the door. He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, and he knew he had a bad temper, but he honestly hated it when his parents did things like this.

Entering his room, he didn't forget to slam the door, again. He flopped down on his rather comfortable bed, staring at the fan he forgot to turn off. A breeze ran across his arms, and he looked up only to realize that his window was still open.

'So they hadn't come to check on me,' he thought to himself, placing the screen back where it belonged and closing the glass pane. He went to grab his old school backpack, dumping everything out of it. Papers, books and pencils were splayed all over his carpeted floor and a calculator was heard somewhere between the things. He didn't even bother moving the things around for space as he stepped all over them to grab the things he wanted for his, as Eriol had put it, adventure.

A blanket, a flashlight, some snacks he had hidden in his desk, a reusable water bottle, a book, some paper, pencils, and his iPod were all shoved into the rather small backpack. Robin checked everything over twice more, before setting the backpack near his window, ready to be grabbed when needed.

"This is it," he breathed, running a hand through his brown locks, "this is it."

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A/N - Thank you for all the support on the last chapter (you know who ya'll are)!
I'm actually really motivated and excited to write this story, and I hope you are too!
Some mysterious things are to come, as well as some original creations by me~

(I apologize for any time I called Ronnie Robbie, I was talking to Missy and I kept on calling him Robbie because I'd think of Robin, then Ronnie.

I don't even like the name Robbie...)

Happy reading!
~Ava