*Darcy's POV*
*Picture of Chris*

I survived my first week, though I didn't get much sleep, Chris is a very loud sleeper. Everyday, we get up at 6 AM I'm told. We get ready for school, make breakfast for ourselves, then catch the bus. No going to Starbucks or anything before school for coffee, straight to school then straight home.
I don't have a schedule, I just follow Chris to his classes. I got a lot of stares, mostly from Chris.

When we got to lunch, Chris grabbed my wrist and quickly pulled me outside.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"We're ditching with a few friends." He said in a whisper. As he still had a tight grip on my wrist, he was running towards the forest a few blocks down from the school. When we got closer I could make out a few teens at a small campsite. There were some boys making out with girls, some drinking or smoking, and some doing more perverted actions in tents around the campsite.

"Chris...You can't just leave, your mom is going to kill you." I said.

"I've made deals with my teachers, it'll be like I never left." He told me as we reached the campsite. I hesitantly reached in my pocket for my phone, one of the other guys noticed and of course took my phone.

"Hey! Give it back!" I shouted.

"I'll hold onto this." Chris said as he took my phone from his friend and shoved it in his pocket.

"Chris give it back, please?" I asked him.

"No." He replied in a stern voice.

"Please, I'll do anything." I told him. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me close to him, then leaning down next to my ear, he whispered, "No means no." In the same stern voice, almost like he was angry. I nodded and he let go of me.

"Want one?" A guy asked me as he threw a beer to Chris.

"No thank you, I don't drink." I answered."

"Oh." He responded. 

Chris and I stayed for about an hour before I convinced  him to leave. By then it was around 1:30 pm. We decided to head to the park. I went on the swings for a bit, swinging lightly while browsing Instagram. Mostly looking at the things my friends back home had posted since I'd been gone. Chris was telling me some story about when he was five and he broke his arm, though I wasn't paying attention to him but to the barkchips under my feet swaying back and forth. I missed my friends so much, espicially my girlfriend, Rosaline. She has blonde hair and brown eyes, but wears colored contacts a lot. 

"God, I miss her so much." I thought as a hot tear rolled down my cheek. I don't know if Chris noticed, but he stopped talking. He sat on the swing next to me and stared at me as if I was a monster.

"Sorry, its just I miss someone very important to me." I said while wiping the tears off my cheek. I hadn't come out as bisexual to my family yet, only my friends. 

"That's okay, Darcy. You'll be okay." He told me. He was being so nice to me all of a sudden, and I didn't understand it. Do I have to be crying to get him to care? Do I have to be literally in tears for him to respect me?

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"Dinner's ready!" Sarah yelled from downstairs. We both hurried downstairs and took our seats. We were having pizza. 

"So how was school?" Sarah asked us. I looked over at Chris who was shoving a slice of veggie pizza down his throat, telling me that I would be the one lying to save our skins. 

"Good, how was your day?" I asked. 

"It was okay. I had a lot of paperwork to do at work. We're expanding our building so the babies and younger kids can be seperated..." She carried on about her job at the local daycare. I glanced at Chris again. I saw he was thanking me for lying, then rolling his eyes when Sarah filled the air with her gossip about the girls at work.