I watched Flynn leave, unsure as to why he even came in the first place. It was then I remembered I had texted him the night before......before...it didn't matter.

But what stood out to me was the last thing he said; it was so un-Flynntlike that I was worried he was catching a disease or something.

"If you need anything, anything at all, I'm here."

What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't like we were the same people we were as children! Things were different now--we were different now. He can't just waltz back over here and act like we were best friends because we aren't. We never were. He was just the boy down the street, lonely and bored out of his mind, and I was just a little girl who wanted to run away from it all. It worked for a while until it didn't.

It worked until we both started changing.

Until we both decided to repel each other like oil and water.

I flinched when I heard a loud pounding on the front door, and it brought me back to my senses. There were tears falling down my face--stupid hormones--and I rubbed the tears off my face, wiping my hands on my shirt before opening the door.

My eyes widened in shock before they narrowed again, "Flynnt! What are you--" 

The dark, curly haired boy ignored me, barging past me and into the room.

"Flynn! What--"

"Okay--give me a few seconds, okay?" He said earnestly, gasping for breath. I noticed he was partially drenched due to the evening thunderstorm.

"Did you run here?" I asked incredulously, while tilting my head to the side.

He flushed, "Well--I had something important to ask you. But that's besides the point!"

"You have five seconds to explain what you're doing here," I huffed, arms crossing over my chest.

"What's your favorite icecream?" Flynnt asked, looking at me like this answer was the cure for cancer.

"Excuse me?"

"What's your favorite icecream!"

"If you're trying to hack into my account, the personal question isn't my favorite icecream flavor," I stated dryly, turning to walk away towards the kitchen.

"No! Just--what is it?" He asked again, strangely soft which made me turn around.

"Why do you--"

"Just answer the question!" He snapped, exasperated. Flynnt then softened, "Please?"

"You are so weird," I muttered  under my breath. "Coffee mocha swirl, with the fudge pieces. You happy now?" 

"Very," he smiled, turning to walk away.

"Was that all you wanted to know?" Annoyance was laced in my incredulous tone, as I turned to watch him open up the door. He was beaming from head to toe like he just won gold at the Olympics.

"Yep!" He smiled, shutting the door behind him.

I was rooted in my spot, staring at the door like it magically turned into a portal that could help me escape my life. Before I could even think, I marched towards the door and wrenched it open.

"FLYNNT!" I called out, and I saw his dark silhouette turn around. He still had a goofy grin on his face, why did he want to know that? Why was he so--happy about it? I could swear I've never seen him actually smile before, so it was slightly--no very--alarming.

"Yeah?"

It was then I didn't realize what I was going to say.

"Um...." Why'd I open my mouth in the first place? "You're going to catch hypothermia, come back here!"

Hypothermia? Geez, I sound crazy. Well--maybe I am. Maybe we all are. He gave me a weird look as he jogged over.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yes, are you?" I snapped.

"Okay then," he muttered, turning around.

"Wait!" I grabbed his arm. "I just--Dylan's not home--he actually won't be. And I need to clear my head before I go back to wallowing in grief. I have icecream?"

Flynnt raised an eyebrow at me, "Wallowing in grief? No one died yet."

I tried to smile--tried to laugh, but I just couldn't anymore. I didn't know why, but I completely lost it. The tears streamed down my face faster than I could think, and inhumane sobs I didn't know I possessed filled the room.

I didn't know I was falling until Flynnt caught me and tried to steady my shaking body against his. I clutched onto him because at this moment I was at the epitome of weakness, and I just needed someone to hold on to me. I needed someone to tell me what to do--to treat me like a child once more just so then I wouldn't have to act mature.

Flynnt's brown eyes were wide in shock, but it didn't matter. I still was a sobbing, snotty, gross mess. I felt his arms around me, hand in my hair, the other rubbing my back.

"Hey, everything's going to be okay," he whispered soothingly, holding me closer against him.

"N-No it's not," my voice cracked, hysterical, as my breathing was all over the place.

"It will be," he promised, but I knew it was a lie. Nothing would ever be alright--especially with what they did to me.

"Y-You don't understand," my voice wobbled as I hiccup-cried through my speech.

"Help me understand, Cryssie," he asked gently, and I felt him sway back and forth. Surprisingly the movement was calming.

I felt myself sob uncontrollably, and he continued to sway, rubbing circles on my back, not saying anything for a while.

"Th--They took everything from me," I whispered, clutching onto him.

"What did they take away from you?"

"They--they came in the middle of the night. They injected something into my arm, and the next thing I knew when I woke up--" Another heart-wrenching sob escaped my lips.

"What happened when you woke up?" His voice low and gentle, the calmness was what I needed. 

"It was gone--they took it from me. Stole my future," I whispered, holding even tighter onto him if possible.

"What did they take?" His voice was laced with confusion.

"They took my baby Flynnt--they just took it out of me. Don't you get it? They just took it away because I wouldn't be able to fight pregnant, and they didn't want to waste time with me giving birth! They wouldn't even tell me whether it was a boy or a girl. I don't even have a fetus to bury!" I sobbed into his shoulder.

Flynnt was still, and when he spoke, his voice was dark and dangerous, "Who is this they?"

"The people--government, cops. The coorporation behind The List--the what's their slogan thing?"

"M. A. F. F.," he finished for me, holding onto me with a steadiness I never felt before. With Dylan, it always lead to arguments--shouts--maybe even gentle hugs where he felt like I would break if he held on too tight.

Flynnt was just what I needed.

He was a friend, and right now, whether he liked it or not, he was my friend. And I needed him.

"I'm going to fix all of this Cryssie, I promise," he reassured, but part of me didn't like his tone. It was seeping in vengeance--a calm rage. It was dangerous, and I knew I wouldn't like what he was planning.

"You can't Flynn, these people are powerful. They get away with everything--"

He looked down at me then, his dark brown eyes promising the world, and smiled slightly, "Well, they haven't met Flynnt Stenson."

And for a split second, I believed him. I believed in those deep, rich brown eyes; I believed they held the world, and for a split second, I believed I could be part of it too. I could be part of Flynnt's world where he could make everything right. Where he could create justice, but that was the foolish, immature me thinking.

Worlds like that don't exist.

They never did.

But I let myself believe in his words; I let myself believe in that moment.

And it was the best feeling in the world.