Note: when I say Y/n, it still means you, just in case if y'all got confused.

Ages 16-17

enjoy, my dudes

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//Third POV//

The air was was thick, annoyingly polluted.

Her sneakers clicked against the soft puddles of the pouring rain.

Y/n L/n clenched onto the strap of her backpack, running from a man who she thought she could trust.

"Come back here, Y/n! I'm not done with you!!" The middle aged creep shouted.

"Just leave me alone!" Y/n shouted.

Y/n had once lived with this man, because this man was her cousin.

Her H/l, H/c, hair, which spilled from her hood bobbed up and down as she sprinted down the street.

Here's an explanation on what happened; You had your reasons why you didn't want didn't o live with your parents anymore, and your cousin Eddie happily excepted you to come and hang out.

He was chill at first, but something happened that made him turn on you.

He found out why you left.

You see, Your parents are actually filthy rich, but let's empathize on the filthy part.

Yeah, they're assholes, always trying to tell you what to do, and not in the usual way either.

It was the way of choosing who you were going to marry and what your life career was going to be.

They always hated the way you were so hyper and energetic, always wanting to play outside and not be afraid to get dirty, while they wanted you to be "lady-like", whatever that is.

Speaking of force of marriage, they were gong to force Y/n to marry some dude from France for the soul purpose of getting the family business even more wealthy.

Eddie was catching up to Y/n, but then..

BONK!

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Max was walking down the sidewalk, his knuckles growing white, clenching his fist in frustration.

His parents kicked him out again, but this was the last straw for him, and he decided that was the last time he'd bare being in that house.

He had no idea where he'd go, having literally nobody to turn to except a few a people who were a bit shady.

His long distance friend Neil lived way too far and so did his other friend Nikki.

Max had little money, energy, but he had determination and a sense of direction and to him, that was all he needed.

Max's eyes were fixed on his old, worn out, sneakers, scuffing against the ground as he walked until..

BONK!

Max had walked into someone, their heads clashing straight into each other.

"What the-"

Max caught a glimpse at who he bumped into.

There was a girl standing in front of her, one hand on her forehead, cursing at the pain of the collision, and the other clenching onto her backpack strap.

She had H/l, H/c hair, falling out the hood of her pastel green jacket, which had a bit of dirt on it.

She wore high top sneakers that also had bit of mud around the edges.

She also wore black stretch pants if you needed to know that.

Past her, he saw some dude who looked like he should be living in his mother's basement at 60 years old came running up to her.

"Are you okay?" He managed to ask.

"Sir, y-you gotta help me," The girl suddenly said.

Before he could ask what was wrong the fat ass running up to the girl finally caught up, grabbing onto her wrist, "Sorry about her, Sir. She has a bit of delusions."

Now Max, he was street smart and was able to tell if people were lying and this guy, if he was Pinocchio, his nose would be going straight through Max's Head.

Max was also great at reading people's emotions right off their faces and what he got from the girl, was a petrified and scared girl.

"N-No, please, help me!" The girl pulled back.

"Come on, Y/n, it's time for you to go home," The beanbag with arms and legs pulled her even harder.

"Hold on a minute," Said Max, and looked to the girl, " Why don't you wanna go with this guy? Do you even know him?"

"Well of course she knows me, I'm her cousin," Chicken Wing scoffed.

"I wasn't asking you, I was asking her," Max growled and turned back to the girl, "Well?"

"He is my c-cousin but..he's trying to make me go home, only for my parents to use me for some Lafayette l-looking guy just so they can use him for his money," The girl explained, in tears.

Max could tell that those tears were real.

"Her and her stories," Not-so-slim-shady did a fake laugh

"I-I'm not lying!" She cried.

Max thought hard about this and soon made his decision, "I believe her, now let her go."

"We don't even know you, so screw you. C'mon Y/n, We-"

"No! I'm never fucking going back to them! All they ever did was tell me how useless I am to them, so I'm done! You can tell them that I'm never going to marry that French guy and I'll never see them again!" She blew up in his face.

Max was surprised by her outburst, though, it made him happy to see the girl standing up to this lard-ass.

"I..you know what?? Fine! Live as a street rat for all I care!" Bowling Ball stormed off.

It was silent for them both, watching the hippopotamus walk off.

"Thank you," The girl finally said, smiling to him.

To Max, that smile was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Uh, no problem. Who are you?" Max asked.

"Y/n. You?"

"Max," He shook her cold hand.

It was about 40 degrees out on that cold November night.

"So, you're running away too?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"Yup, and I assume you are?"

"Mhm. I haven't seen you around before, Y/n. What school do you go to?"

"I was, um, homeschooled."

"Oh, that explains it," Max smiled sheepishly, "Maybe we could, um, walk together? Unless you have an idea of where to go, unlike I do."

"I have no idea where I'm going. We could stick together," Y/n nodded eagerly.

Max thought a little bit, "How about we just sleep at a motel for the night?"

"Sounds good."

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Y/n studied the boy walking next to her.

He looked around her age, but taller.

His raven hair was curly and flooffed up.

His bronze skin went well with the color of his hair and his bluish-greenish eyes, that made her think of little lakes.

He was wearing a blue sweatshirt over what I looked like to be a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans and white and red, old looking sneakers.

He was holding a gray duffel bag, the strap on his shoulder.

"So..about what you said about your home..mind explaining or is it a touchy subject?" Max asked.

"Well, my family is a little bit on the wealthy side, but they're not happy campers about it. They always want more and more, craving money from everybody. They used me as a scapegoat for everything, blaming me why they weren't as rich as Kanye West or some shit. And that's why they're making me marry this French dude who's in his 20's, while I'm only 16, who's the heir to an oil company."

"Fuck, that's messed up. Sorry, Y/n."
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"It's alright. What about you?"

"Eh, I don't really want to talk about it. Just a lot of fighting and me getting tired of it all," Max shrugged.

"Oh, okay."

They trudged down the damp sidewalk, staying close together.

"I was thinking about going to the next state over. Maybe you'd..want join me?? It's fine if you don't since we literally just met," Max suggested.

"I'd like that," Y/n smiled.

"..me too," Max smiled softly.

Y/n could tell Max wasn't that type of person to show off their emotions to others.

After 15 more minutes of walking, the pair came across a sleazy looking motel.

They checked in for as low as 30 dollars.

When they walked in, Y/n checked the mattress and curtains for bed bugs.

"Good news, we're bug free," You sighed in relief.

"That's good," Max agreed.

"Mhm," You looked to the ground.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting next to you.

"I..honestly don't know?" You sighed.

"I feel ya."

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Max honestly felt bad for her.

And out of nowhere, Max hugged her, wrapped his arms around her waist and holding her tightly.

Y/n was still at first but soon adjusted to his hold on her, beginning to rest her head on his chest and have her arms folded around his neck.

Max had never been in more of a state of bliss and he had no idea why.

Soon enough, they fell asleep, together.

Part 2, anyone?