• The Boy:

    "So what are you in for, new guy?" a tall boy with a shaved head asked as he sat next to Mason.

    "Uh, running away. Unruliness?" Mason sneered.
    "Ah. So you really didn't do anything too bad. But your parents did call the police."
    "Not parents, my mom did."
    "Why?"
    "Gah, who knows. She's just been suffocating me."
    "Oh okay. What's your name?"
    '"Mason, yours?"
    "Ethan."
    "What are you in for?"
    "Shoplifting, but this isn't my first offense."
    "How long are you here for?"
    "Who knows."
    "Wow...they told me a few weeks."
    "That should be right for you; just stay out of trouble."
    "I will. But wait..."
    "Yeah?"
    "Can we use phones here?"
    "Nope. But you can use a computer..."
    "Oh..."
    "Yeah it sucks. Just hope people don't move on and forget about you."
    "I hope she won't..."
    "Girlfriend?"
    "I wish,"
    "Ah, well good luck wit that." Ethan got up from the couch and walked to where he was staying. Mason observed his new home, and the people he was going to share it with. Every time you left for any reason, you were to be searched by a big security guard. The rules were countless, and Mason could only remember his own name.

    "I'm sorry, Taylor." he whispered to himself as he went to join some other boys to play billiards.


    The Girl:

    "Come on, Taylor! We don't want to be late!" Caleb called from his green honda.

    "Coming!" Taylor called from the door. "Momma! Momma! I'm leaving!"
    "Call me when you get there and be safe!" she called back from upstairs.
    "Yes, m'am! Bye, Nick!" Taylor yelled to her brother as she ran out the door.

    "I thought you were never coming!" Caleb chuckled.
    "Learn to have patience." Taylor egocentrically responded.
    "Oh please, like you have any." Taylor just laughed his comment off. Taylor and Caleb had met about a week ago through Taylor's best friend, Chelsea. They hit it off and began hanging out. Yet it was hard to distinguish between "hanging out" and "dating." But Taylor would never ask him because that was risk losing him. She never gambled with things she was fond of.

    Dating, or hanging out , whatever one wanted to call it; it had been going on for about two weeks now. The two had grown so fond of each other that they were going to a concert that night to see The Academy Is... .

    "Here, I'll drop you out in front of the Masquerade, and you go wait in line." Caleb said while stopping the car.
    "Okay. I will." Taylor responded as she hopped out of the car before it made a complete stop and skipped across the street. As Taylor waited for Caleb to meet up with her, her phone rang.
    "Hello?" she yelled above the noise of people around her.
    "Hey, Tay!" Jake sang.
    "Haha, hey. What's up?"
    "Nothing really. Where are you?"
    "Masquerade."
    "That explains it! You and your concerts."
    "Haha, yeah. But hey, have you heard from Mason?"
    "Well no, sweetie, 'cause he's in rehab."
    "What!"

    But before Taylor could ask anymore, Caleb had shown up. She quickly began to worry about what he had heard. Did he think she had feelings for him just as Connor did? So instead of listening to Jake, she clicked the phone off. But by Caleb's expression...he knew something had happened.

    "Everything okay, Taylor?" Caleb sternly inquired.

    "Y-yes. W-why wouldn't it be?" Taylor stuttered.
    "Because all the color from your face is gone."
    "Oh...well I just heard that my good friend, Mason, is in rehab; I'm just worried."
    "Oh. You don't do anything that would get you into rehab, right?"
    "Right. I'm not like that."
    "Good. Just don't let the Mason thing get to you. Maybe he needed help or it's a rumor."
    "Yeah. You're right."
    "Let's enjoy the concert."
    "Okay." Taylor said as she took Caleb's out reached hand.

    But something told her that this was wrong.