He blushed deeply as she said cute,and he nodded to answer her question. His hands didn't move from his mouth tho out of worry of another odd sound coming from him again.

"Perfect. We can leave tomorrow. Get whatever clothes and items you want to take with you and we will leave. We can get on a bus which should be able to take us a few towns away. We will spend the night there then get on another bus. Once we feel we have enough distance, that is where we can settle." She said, unfaltering. She was terribly nervous however. She had been able to run herself but she had never considered running with another person. Still, she was willing to try everything to get him to safety.

His eyes glittered a bit in wonder of how she listed what was to take place. He'd never known anyone that seemed to know just what she was doing. He let his hands slowly down to his lap. "Th-thank you,...I should g-give you my name....I'm Sean." He said.

"And I am Finley Sin, but you can just call me Fin. This will work, I just know it." She said. She stood up. "We should probably start getting ready. Meet me at the edge of town tomorrow morning at 6. The bus should be there around that time. Don't pack too heavy. A few pairs of clothes, anything you consider important, money of you have it, and hygiene gear. No phones, computer or anything of that sort cause they might be able to track you through that. See you then doll." She chimed before she bounded off.

He stood as well,smiling now. He watched her bound off,making a list in his head of what she had said to and not to bring. He didn't own much of his own so that wouldn't be a real problem. As she went off he raised a hand slightly and said soft as a breeze. "Bye." He then turned and slipped his hands into his pockets and started toward his house,hopping his mom was at church still and wasn't at home putting up crosses all over the house to flip dad yet.

Finley opened the door to her apartment. She gathered up the things she owned. It wasn't too much as the furniture was all apart of the house she was renting and the rest was stuff she had brought. She shoved them into the old, ragged suitcase she owned. She then grabbed her money and set it on the counter so she could grab it immediately in the morning.

Sean slipped into the house,glad neither of his parents where there yet,and quickly shut the door and went to his room,closing that door as well just in case they came home. He went straight to his bed and pulled off the black pillow,revealing a small picture and his wallet. The wallet was the one he'd used at the cafe',and the picture of how the three of them had been before his parents had gotten divorced. He picked both up and quickly went to his desk,pulling out from a drawer a draw string backpack that was black with some stitches shaped of angel wings in yellow string. He quickly put the two things in,then went to his small closet and opened it,picking out two other shirts and pants to go along with them. He grabbed a hat themed just as his blanket was, and then some fabric wrappings,ones he used during soccer practice sometimes to bind his wings in place. He gently folded all this neatly and small so that it fit nicely. He riffled through his jacket pockets and removed his phone,putting it down on the desk and pushing it away. Its case was black with the same design as his wallet did,but the wings where beautifully detailed and the demon horns and tail faint. He didn't mind leaving the phone because he didn't have any contacts,or photos.

Finley sat down. She felt bad for leaving town without any goodbye to anyone. Still, especially since Sean was coming with her, she couldn't tell anyone so as not to leave a trail so she wasn't too bothered. She grabbed an orange and peeled it. She began to eat, quite happily.

He then lastly grabbed a small sketch book and a pencil with a white eraser and a sharpener. He put them into the bag,it not even that heavy,and smiled proudly at it,because it was neatly packed. He then thought for a second and grabbed one last thing. From a cup for his pencils he pulled a small beaded bracelet from inside,the string silver and every other bead either night black or pure white,the colors shifting from bead to bead like his hair,and one word on it. "True." It was a simple word,not with any special meaning,but he still loved the bracelet because it was from the one other person other than Fin that had been kind to him,tho only with a small glance or smile. Vivi Grace,she'd made this for him in 5th grade,and he'd loved it because no one had given him something before.

Finley threw the peels away. She sighed rather loudly. Her eyes fogged over for a minute. She shook her head then walked over to her bed. She curled up, enjoying her bed for likely the last time.