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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia] [i] "She's trying to escape her demons but their awaiting at her destination..."


    The neon lights clashed with the darkness of the alleys, illuminating only the beginnings of the inky blackness. I could practically feel the dimming pulsing energy of my car as it was breaking down. It had got me as far as New York City and I was thankful for that. I couldn't believe the old thing lasted a journey across the country. I come from the glittering city of Los Angeles. I was pretty well off. I had a normal life, a roof over my head, and a family that put up the facade of happiness. That little facade was as fake as fool's gold though. My parents were pushing their old dreams - the relics of their past on me. They wanted me to decide everything so soon. Time was an expensive item that I couldn't afford. I felt like everything in my life had to be decided and my parents kept on pushing me to do what they wanted. I felt like a porcelain doll. One that could be picked up and left wherever without a care. So I ran away. Not the typical pack a backpack and run away from home sort of thing. I planned it all out and set a general date. I was one of those people who liked to be organized and apparently I could organize my runaway. Here I was, thousands of miles away from my hometown and anyone who knew me.


    The thought sent electric chills of both thrill and terror down my spine. More of terror right now that I had run out of gas in an alley in the middle of the night. I got out of my car and locked it, slipping the keys into the pocket of my jeans. I might be able to pick my car up later or get help with it. You never knew. I took the two backpacks full of my things and put my purse in one of the backpacks. I instinctively reached to my backpack for my phone only to remember I left it back in Los Angeles. I had left it there so that there was no way to trace my route. My coffee optics scanned the premise of the area. Seeing a couple of sketchy looking people walk by. There was such a diverse mix of people on the street. I felt glad that I was in public. It gave me a small sense of security. I stepped out of the alleyway. New York really was the city that never sleeps. People hurried about the streets, eager to reach their destinations. Some moseyed along while others practically ran. I noticed a group of guys all coming towards me. They were around my age and had a look of intoxication resting on their faces.


    They didn't exactly notice me which was good, except for one. His eyes widened as if he was trying to gage who I was. It was like we had met before. [b]"Ruby? What are you doing out here?! I didn't expect to see you tonight or ever babe, and what's with all those bags?" He was stumbling over his words and I could tell that he was extremely drunk. I saw the opportunity and took it. Instead of telling this guy that I'm not Ruby I let a smile tug at my lips. I would play along because maybe I could get a decent place to sleep for the night. Even if it had to be with whoever this guy was. "My car broke down while I was going to drive to New Jeresy for the weekend. I thought I would just walk home..." I trailed off, tucking a lock of auburn hair behind me ear. He slipped his arm around my waist, kissing me on the cheek. "It's all going to be alright now. I'll call a cab and we can go home. I should've got home a couple hours earlier but my folks will understand." He explained the situation with his friends and I heard a couple of rude words about "Ruby". I wonder what she did to him and who he was. We exchanged goodbyes with his friends, and I gave a couple of them glares for calling "me" such words.


    --


    A cab dropped us off at an apartment building. My tawny pools widened in shock. I thought this guy was some normal kid. He led me inside the building and we took the elevator to the top where he led me inside his penthouse. I attempted to conceal my surprise, but I doubt he would notice it. "You can put your bags in my room for now. I'm sure you're tired." I simply nodded. I didn't want to push my luck and say no to him. Who knew how involved he was with Ruby? We set my bags down once we were inside his room. A drunken grin found its way onto his features and I felt a pit in my stomach. I feigned tiredness instead. "Can we do this another night? I've had a long day." I could see the disappointment etched on his face but I didn't care. "Please babe. I might not see you tomorrow night..." Wow, I had really gotten myself into a mess. I had always prided myself on making smart choices but look at the mess I was in now. Pick your poison, Luce. Either you sleep with this drunken idiot or your kicked out onto the streets. If you don't he'll figure out that you aren't Ruby...


    "Alright." A seductive smile flickered across my lips. The next morning I woke up seeing my "ex" or whoever he was stop Ruby standing over me. Who the h-ll are you?"



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    [size=36pt]Tyler Hayes Davenport[/size]


    Dappled sunlight filtered through the one way windows of my modern apartment. It was one of nicest in the city, and had a great view of the skyscrapers as well as the beautiful east coast. I slowly opened my emerald green eyes, taking in my surroundings. No clothes were littered on the floor, not even lingerie from the girls that would come home with me. But as I turned on my side to escape the sunlight, a girl was fast asleep beside me. She wasn't undressed. In fact, she was fully clothed and still sleeping.


    Assuming it was my hangover, I just shook my head and blinked my eyes rapidly. She was still there. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the crust escape from the corners. Still there sleeping. I groaned, because I was never into that wake up and cuddle with each other thing. If I were awake before them, I'd make them coffee and send them on their way. Or have some morning sex. Cuddling was not apart of it. I ran a hand through my hair, which was now messier than it had been when I went out last night.


    Even though I had the habit of going to bed drunk with girls in my bed, I always remembered the girl. The rest of the night, not so much. But I always remembered the girl. And as I had time to process my thoughts, I remembered that I had talked to a familiar face last night. But staring at the girl in my bed, I knew that was not the girl I thought she was last night. "Who the h-ll are you?" I grumbled, my voice quiet but bitter.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia] [i] "She's trying to escape her demons but their awaiting at her destination..."


    My dark lashes fluttered before opening up to reveal my wide dark eyes. Any traces of slumber fled from me which were replaced by a fear of sorts. I could be in deep trouble right at this moment. I pulled the covers around my body despite being clothed. I was feeling pretty self conscious right now. I felt some tension ease from my shoulders since we didn't end up having sex. "Obviously not Ruby. I guess I should explain everything to you and even apologize because I did take advantage of you in your intoxicated state," I responded, running a hand through my tangled locks. "My actual name is Lucille and I ran away from home or drive away. I decided that I couldn't stay there anymore and went all the way from L.A to New York City. My car broke down when I got here and I came upon you and your friends so I acted quickly and played along so I wouldn't end up on the streets and caught by a gang or something."


    An apologetic smile flickered across my lips. "Look, I'm sorry but wouldn't you do the same if you were in my situation?" I trailed off a bit. I hoped that I hadn't made the situation any worse or more awkward. It was awkward no matter what because I took advantage of him and we had sex last night. If Ruby would've done something like that then I had to do it too just to make sure he still thought I was her at least for one night. I glanced down at the covers, trying to avoid his eyes. I couldn't deny that he was attractive. I felt a blush color my cheeks.


    Hopefully he couldn't see it. I got up out of the bed and sat on the edge of it. It was obvious I wasn't relaxed though. I wasn't scared of him except for the fact he was deciding my fate at this very moment. I wanted to burst out laughing and then cry until I had no more tears left in me. Partially because of the situation I was in and I had been driving for so long I had just gone numb. I had told myself just to distance myself further and further away from L.A and my past.

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    [size=36pt]Tyler Hayes Davenport[/size]


    I gazed at the girl warily, knowing d-mn well that my father could have been apart of this. He pulls stunts like these to make me a better man and to shape me into the man that he is. It really was stupid actually, and did absolutely nothing for me. I knew better than to believe him. Him and I had a rather odd relationship.


    The mystery girl introduced herself as Lucille, and went on to tell me about last night and her intentions and what caused her to come home with me, etc. I heard most of what she was saying, but my eyes were glued to those lips. Despite the little charade she did, I wished I would've gotten the chance to have the night last a little longer with her. She was gorgeous, and any man would be lucky to wake up to a girl like that. Inwardly I shook my head. It was the hangover talking. Or the manwh-ore inside of me. Either way it could not be trusted.


    I walked around to her side of the bed, trying to pretend that this wasn't the most awkward encounter I've had in a long time. I was shirtless, wearing nothing but dress pants that I had never changed out of, and she was also wearing some of the same stuff from yesterday too. My hair was a mess and I probably looked like garbage to this beautiful girl. I extended a hand and shook hers. "I'm Tyler Donovan, but you can call me Ty." I said softly. I had the deep and groggy morning voice that would most likely send her running in the other direction, but I'd do my best to be as appealing as possible. For the sake of my dignity at least. "So wait, you're a runaway?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
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    I shook his hand before folding my hands and putting them in my lap. Despite being tired I managed to smile. "It's nice to meet you Ty. You can call me Luce if you want to." I averted my eyes from his shirtless chest just as soon as I'd looked at it. I mean it wasn't a crime but it wasn't helping that I was feeling more and more attracted him each second despite the fact that he was probably hungover. "Yeah I am. It's strange to say that."


    Hopefully he didn't ask why I had run away. I wouldn't care explaining it but it would bring up painful memories and even regrets. Surprisingly I didn't regret much. You'd think running away from home, going across the country, and taking advantage of an intoxicated guy would be something you regret. Not for me apparently. "Have you lived in New York all your life?" I inquired, eager to steer the topic of conversation away from me.
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    I made my way over to my dresser and pulled out a New York Giants t-shirt, in which I soon had on my body. I glanced back at Lucille and gave her a crooked smile, my notorious dimples flashing before her eyes. It was one of the things girls liked about me. Not to sound too cocky of course, but who wouldn't admire them?


    As Luci asked me about living in New York, I shook my head no. "Actually I'm from a suburb in Minnesota, but I moved her when I was a sophomore in high school for my dad's career. I personally don't plan on moving because New York City is the place to have a life. You can be anyone you want here. I like that." I trailed off, suddenly staring at the ground as if I were having some long lost regret. I flickered my eyes back to Luci, waiting for an answer, and hoping she didn't notice the change in my tone.


    I cleared my throat to move on from the subject. It seemed her and I both had subjects we weren't fond of talking about. Unlike usual, I decided it would be nice to make her some breakfast or coffee at the very least. But as I was about to offer, I felt an uneasy sensation and found myself running to my bathroom where I practically spilled my guts out. The embarrassment I felt was unreal. Never have I faced this issue, simply because girls left before I was awake and would put on a show like this.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
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    Anyone you wanted to be. I liked the sound of that. That's one of the reasons I had come from so far away. In a city like New York I could get lost in the masses of people who resided here and possibly find myself. It looked like there was something Ty regretted about the move though. I wondered what it was but I didn't want to pry. As he ran to the bathroom to vomit, I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. I debated on whether to enter the bathroom or not.


    After a minute or two I did. I leaned against the counter. "Are you alright? I'm guessing you are but I can tell your embarrassed." A smile flickered across my porcelain features. "Is there anything I can help you with?" That kind of was an awkward question to ask but it was the only one I could think of.
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    [size=36pt]Tyler Hayes Davenport[/size]


    "If you could just get me a bottle of water, that would be awesome." I murmured, not even looking at her. Even before I threw up, my body probably reeked. I was good at taking quick showers, and with her getting the bottle of water, now would be a good time. I undressed myself entirely and hopped in, the cold water feeling like an icy finger tip to my skin. Eventually it warmed up and was now hot as I washed my hair and body thoroughly of the odor and grease.


    All too randomly I let out a laugh, because although Luci was only getting me water, I had some kind of 6th sense that she was exploring. The apartment was relatively big, and it was about as modern as it gets, so I wouldn't doubt her wanting to gawk at my possessions. The kitchen was nice and I had a jacuzzi in the other bathroom so it was only normal. H-ll even I admired my own stuff. Or my father's money that paid for it. I had a job in the company, pretty high up. I attended board meetings and did some other things, but I knew it was just to promote my father's image.


    Finally, I forced myself to leave the comfort of the shower. Which was a shame because there were multiple shower heads coming at all different angles. There were multicolored lights as well, making it look as if the water were actually colored. I exited the shower, and wrapped a towel around my waist. Looking into the mirror I saw my reflection and smiled. Not because I was impressed with my appearance, but because money had done a lot for me. And they said money couldn't buy happiness. To wrap up my little cleanse, I brushed my teeth and gargled some mouth wash. At least now I couldn't kill her with my odor. In fact, I smelled quite the opposite now.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia] [i] "She's trying to escape her demons but their awaiting at her destination..."


    "Alright," I replied, exiting the bathroom. Once I left his bedroom, my dark oculars scanned the premise of the penthouse. The kitchen couldn't be that hard to find, right? I entered a living room of sorts before finding the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before turning around and simply staring. I had never been in a house or rather penthouse this nice. I'm sure Tyler could wait a little. I began going from room to room until I eventually made my way back to Ty.


    I cracked the bathroom door open just in case he was naked or something. Anything to avoid the embarrassment. I relaxed a bit more seeing that he was wearing a towel. "Here's the water. Sorry that I took so long," I told him.
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    [size=36pt]Tyler Hayes Davenport[/size]


    The shower had left me feeling extremely refreshed so I had to let out a contented sigh. Finally, after what seemed like decades, Luci had returned with the bottle of water and an apology for taking so long. I simply shrugged my shoulders. "It's okay. Thank you." I said softly, then exited the bathroom. On the way out, I purposely brushed against her and smirked to myself. I walked over to my dresser and dropped the towel, as if ignoring the fact that she was right next to me, and began changing into some khakis and a polo shirt.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
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    A blush heated my cheeks up as he brushed against me. I knew that he was doing that on purpose. As he dropped his towel I quickly looked away. Wow, I had never thought my first morning in New York City would go like this. "Apparently your parents didn't teach you manners," I muttered. Once I was pretty sure he at least had a pair of pants on I turned to look at him. "Would it be alright if I took a shower. I don't need to use yours if you don't want me to."


    I went over to the side of the room my bag was on and opened it, taking out a skirt, top, and undergarments, along with toiletries. I hoped that it didn't seem like I was making myself at home too much. I didn't know how long I would stay or how long Ty would let me stay. Maybe I could work as a maid or something. This place looked pretty clean but I doubted it would stay that way.
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    [size=36pt]Tyler Hayes Davenport[/size]


    Luci looked away as soon as my towel dropped and I couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh. "Of course my parents taught me manners. I just don't particularly use them all that well." I said with a cheeky grin. "My bathroom is fine. The other bathroom is only a half anyway." I informed, moving towards the bed. I stripped it of its sheets and blankets and brought them to the laundry room, where I obtained the replacements. I made the bed, and once I was content with it, I left to my kitchen to give her as much privacy as she'd want. There in the kitchen I began brewing a pot of coffee and took out a few different options of cereals. Then I took out a couple bowls, spoons, and cups for when she was done.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
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    I gathered up my clothes and toiletries and wordlessly made my way to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it. Going on what I've figured out about Tyler from just meeting him he would probably barge in here just to see me flip out. I undressed and got into the shower. As the warm water hit my skin, I closed my eyes for a moment. This was the nicest shower I've ever been in. I never even knew showers could be this advanced.


    After about twenty minutes I got out, deeming myself clean. I changed and then brushed my hair and teeth. After putting on some mascara I unlocked the door and went out into his room. I put my stuff into my bag and then exited the room. I could smell coffee brewing from the kitchen. I stopped at the kitchen counter, glancing at the choices of cereals set out.


    Despite being kind of a douche I had to admit he was kind. I was a stranger to him and he hadn't kicked me out after finding out I took advantage of him. "Why are you doing this," I inquired. "Why haven't you made me leave yet?"
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    [size=36pt]Tyler Hayes Davenport[/size]


    Hearing footsteps from down the tall, I turned around to see Luci. Her hair was wet and she was in a fresh change of clothes. I still couldn't believe that girl slept in my bed all night and I wasn't even aware of it. She was absolutely stunning. The question caught me off guard, but it did make sense why she asked it. "Because you're pretty." I answered, deliberately trying to push her buttons. Her appearance had nothing to do with it. In some ways, I could feel some kind of vulnerability off of her. She had nowhere else to go. And from what I've picked up, she had no one to go to. "I took out the cereals, but you're more than welcome to help yourself. Take what you want from the fridge and cupboards." I said, giving her a wink of my green eyes.

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    I crossed my arms over my chest. "That's probably the most vapid answer you can give me but I'll take it. I'm grateful that you're letting me stay," I responded. "Cereal is fine." I poured a bowl of cereal and put the milk in it. After that I took a spoon and sat down. I glanced down at my food, not realizing how hungry I was. I had barely eaten anything on my "road trip" except for fast food even though I had taken $500 out of my parent's account.


    It was strange to think about how long I had been planing this. It had been my plan b if I had to get away. I hadn't simply taken $500 out. I had done it over a period of time as well as set essentials aside. I couldn't think about this right now though. The only thing that mattered was that I was far away and safe. Once Ty sat down I started eating. "So do you usually flirt with girls like this," I asked, a smirk pulling at my lips.
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    I poured my cereal and milk into the bowl and took a huge bite, just about as hungry as Luci was. With my mouth full, I managed to muffle a response. "Maybe." I responded. I swallowed my food then licked my lips, bit my lower lip, and gave her a wink. Though I was joking, there was a good chance she thought I was serious, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.


    After a few more spoonfuls, my bowl was empty and I brought it to the dishwasher. "So tell me about you being a runaway." I encouraged, wanting to know this whole story and if I were housing a wanted criminal. Not that I'd care, because honestly, it'd be kind of sexy knowing a hot girl, who happened to be a criminal, were living under my roof. Obviously not that she actually is, but if it were to be the case, I didn't think I'd turn her in.

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    Before I reply I've got a question concerning plot twists. Do you think there should be a reason as to why she ran away from home other than the normal one? Here are some ideas I've thought of.


    - She's being stalked by a murderer.
    - Her parents have lied to her her whole life about their identities and their actually working for the government and have been caught up in this scandal.
    - Her parents are wanted in another country and the only way for them to pay their debt is to hand Lucille over along with money.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px; text-style:lowercase][color=white][font=georgia][sub]18 years old | runaway | levelheaded [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia] [i] "She's trying to escape her demons but their awaiting at her destination..."


    I should probably make up some elaborate story to hide the truth. I brought my bowl to the dishwasher, deciding then that I would just tell him the truth. He let me stay so I could at least give him that. "Well have you seen the news lately on that serial killer? He's kind of after me so combine that with my parents who can be pretty unstable I just left." He was last seen in Los Angeles so I decided that I should just drive all the way to New York like a bat out of hell."


    I began to wash my bowl and spoon off and then put them into the dishwasher. "I didn't know what I'd do when I got here but I'm relieved that I found you because if I hadn't, who knows what would have happened to me." I looked up to see a look of shock cover his face. "Yeah it's really strange but I knew he was stalking me. I would get notes and other things from him."
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