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Rachel had told the officer to stop along a random street, where she claimed her Grandma, Milly, lived.

She had told him that that was who she was staying with, and after wandering too far away from town, she had come to the realisation she was lost, and had came across the bus stand he had found her from.

Officer Bradley had believed the story straight away, the previous doubts he once had on the mysterious girl seeming to wash away upon hearing the convincing lie.

"Thank you for the lift Officer Bradley." Rachel thanked, beginning to climb out onto the street she didn't know the name of. "My Grandma will be asleep, so I best sneak in without waking her up." She added, now closing the car door and stepping back onto the pavement, eagerly waiting for the police officer to drive away.

Bradley nodded his head in understanding, bidding Emily a goodbye whilst slowing pulling away into the darkness, soon no longer insight.

Rachel let out a sigh of relief, still not quite believing she had got away with it.

The several street lights that lined the path were dim, and held a mere glow of light, barely allowing her to see where she was going. It wasn't until she was a few metres away from the large sign displaying 'Westbourne's Park- open 24/7', did she plan on sleeping on one of the benches she knew the park was bound to have.

The park, like the streets, were practically abandoned, the only sound being heard were her converse making contact with the ground.

Letting out a small grimace at the sight of the uncomfortable bench, Rachel gingerly edged closer to her bed for the night, quickly glancing around to see if anyone else was around. There wasn't.

Allowing her heavy eyelids close after only a few blinks, she fell asleep almost immediately.

"Jerry? Where are you?" Rachel yelled, stopping suddenly, her head whipping both right and left.

"Rach! Quick, run!" Jerry screamed, suddenly coming into sight.

Rachel didn't run though, her feet suddenly becoming extremely heavy, each step pulling her body further and further to the ground.

"Come on Rachel! We have to go!She's dead! She's dead!" Jerry yelled, but it sounded like echos, the same two words repeating in her mind as she tried and tried to stand back up and run with him.

"Jerry! I can't move, please, help me Jerry! Don't leave me, please!" She tried to shout back, but her voice resembled a mouse.

Jerry was gone, and she was left by herself. Alone.

"S'cuse me miss, could you please move along." Drew, one of the many familiar faces the citizens of Westbourne knew-not always for good reasons.

Rachel sat up-right slowly, drowsiness and confusion filling her head as her eyes slowly opened, immediately being blinded by the now blazing sun.

She turned to see the boy, maybe a few years older than her, staring right back, one of his seemingly perfect dark brown eyebrows, that matched his relatively short hair, arched.

The sound of a bicycle whizzing past the two seemed to snap Rachel from her daze, hurriedly moving further towards the edge of the bench, away from the boy.

"Are you okay?" Drew asked.

He had never saw her before in Westbourne, and he was pretty sure that he knew everyone who lived in his birth town. Everyone but her. A warm feeling of something Drew couldn't quite identify began building up in his gut as he continued to look at the girl, her slightly tousled hair and big, doe-like brown eyes glistening in the midday sunlight.

Rachel cleared her throat, anxiously beginning to play with the hair tie she had conveniently on her wrist. She nodded her head quickly, muttering a quiet 'sorry', before quickly standing, ready to take off in the opposite direction when a hand clasped around her puny wrist, halting her near escape.

"Wait. Who are you? I don't think i've saw you around here before?" Drew frowned, his hand still wrapped around her wrist, secretly fearing the thought of never seeing the girl again; deciding he would take advantage of this moment in time.

Rachel swallowed harshly, turning her body back around so that she was facing the still nameless boy. "I-I'm Emily."

Another lie.

Drew couldn't control the smile he wore upon hearing her name. It was oddly beautiful and he couldn't recall another Emily living in Westbourne, so to him it was also unique. She was unique.

"I'm Drew." Emily nodded in response, he heart beating fast. "So are you new to town or..."

Looking down at the ground, the girl made a noise of agreement. A moment of silence between the pair filled the air, the distant sound of middle-aged women gossiping whilst doing their daily power walks being the only sound heard.

"I'm-I moved to live closer to my grandma. She lives in Westbourne." Rachel briefly explained, grimacing at the growing web of lies she had made within a few hours.

Drew nodded in interest, taking the opportunity to analyse the girls appearance in more detail. She was wearing a black hoody that seemed to be 3 times larger than her actual clothes size. Her hair was relatively short and wavy, a brown colour just a shade or two lighter than his own. She looked young, incredibly young. Perhaps too young to be sleeping on a park bench without causing suspicion.

Drew quirked an eyebrow. "And you're sleeping on a park bench because..."

Rachel began fiddling with the hair tie once again, trying to rack her brain for some sort of reasonable answer.

"My grandma and me had an argument. I figured it would be easier to sleep elsewhere than at her house."

That didn't even make any sense! Come on Rachel.

Drew nodded slowly, mentally not believing the girls story. But he was polite, and decided not to interrogate the girl even further.

"So, where are you headed now?" Drew began once more. "I just realised how hungry I was. You're welcome to join me if you want?"

Rachel tried to ignore the burning of her stomach due to the lack of food she had consumed, her head beginning to nod before she had even registered the fact this boy could be dangerous.

What would your parents say if they saw you now? Her subconscious taunted.

She knew what they would say though. It would be something along the lines of, "Never speak to us again!" or "You've brought shame to our family!".

In fact, Rachel's parents weren't saying any of the things she thought they were. Miranda and Thomas were currently worried sick about their daughter, Miranda having not stopped crying upon noticing her daughter was missing, and when the news spread that there was a robbery at gun-point in the local petrol station.

Rachel didn't know this though. She didn't think she could ever go home, not after what her and Jerry did.

Jerry.

As Rachel, or the now known as 'Emily', walked alongside the boy she had only just met, her mind was elsewhere and she guiltily hadn't heard a thing Jerry had said.

She was clouded by images of Jerry being thrown into a jail cell, of the lady behind the counter who got shot, of her just running away from it all.

Of course, Jerry deserved to go to jail for what he did or didn't do, would say anyone who knew what had happened. But if Jerry was sent to jail, what would that mean for Rachel?

She had fled a murder scene, had been an accomplice of an armed robbery, not that she had realised the depth of her actions fully. All she had wanted was to help her best friend out.

"Emily?" Drew called, it not sounding like it had been for the first time.

She blushed, looking up to Drew who stood at least a 6 inches above her.

Instead of becoming annoyed like Jerry would have, Drew chuckled, shocking Rachel.

"It seems I lost you somewhere along the way." He smiled. "No worries. Oh look, we're here."

Rachel looked up to see Drew heading into an old retro-themed diner. It had obnoxious neon signs with cheesy phrases like 'Open when you need it!' and 'The best milkshakes in the world sold here!'.

A small smile made its way onto Rachel's face as she followed Drew inside. She loved the 1950's ever since she saw the musical 'Hairspray'.

Drew looked back, grinning when he saw the girl smile. It was the first time he'd seen her smile, and she looked even more beautiful.

"Come on Emily, I'll buy lunch. You've got to try the burgers here, oh my god, they're so good!" Drew enthused, guiding her over to a booth table next to the diners front window.

As Rachel realised that Drew wasn't as bad as she has assumed he would be, he was nice.

No boys had ever been nice to her other than Jerry, but even Jerry could be mean sometimes.

My names not Emily, she wanted to admit, I'm Rachel and I ran away from a possible murder scene.

(A/N I pictured Drew as Kol from the originals, but feel free to picture anyone else :) . 5 Votes and I'll update🍬.)