The Missing Runaway
POV- Blair-I felt the sweat dripping slowly down my face as I ran like hell. I have been running forever it seems. Running, always running, never slowing to a walk, always sprinting through the New York City streets, continuously running till I ran out of breath. Like, well, now for instance. When I was sure I had lost whoever was chasing me, I leaned up against a street light pole, and glanced around to see where my feet had taken me. That’s when I came to a shocking reality, I was in Time Square. Of all places, my feet had to bring me here. I folded my armed within each other and slowly made my way down the crowded sides walk, my through was dry, so I popped on into Starbucks. With what little money I have I got some coffee. I made my way slowly to my regular table in the far back corner, once there I un-zipped my pack back and pulled out the book I was reading. I ignored the world around me as I sipped my coffee and read my old torn up paperback novel, well that was until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and seen a man (Well kinda, he looked more like a teenager,) standing there. He had buzzed cut hair, but long bangs that was black, a Green Day t-shirt, some black jeans, and converse. When I looked up he smiled. “Um, hello, can I help you?” I asked in my nonchalant, but curious voice. I looked at him for several more seconds, not realizing where I had seen his face before, and suddenly then I remembered, he was Frank Iero rhythm guitarist of My Chemical Romance. I glanced down at my t-shirt and realized what must be taking him so long to answer me. I was wearing a MCR t-shirt, so he must be waiting for me to do something stupid. I decided to play it cool, because I don’t want to scare him off or anything.
