Ready

Ever since he came back, she had a bag packed. She wasn't letting him go anywhere without her.

Sorry. I don't own.

The second she decided to let him back into her life was the same second she ran to her closet and pulled out a couple pieces that wouldn't be missed. Most of them were old Hefty Hanna sweatshirts or tees that could be very versatile. Layers were key. Nothing that was too hard to match and nothing she would cry over if she lost were put into the old Vera Bradley bag. The idea was to travel as lightly as possible because who knows what would happen.

She grabbed a small cosmetic bag she had received with a purchase of so many dollars of x brand makeup and began stuffing it. Unlike her usual fabulous self, she didn't try to cram it full of makeup and perfume and lotions worth more than her school textbooks. Instead, she grabbed a travel sized toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste, an old paddle brush she thought she lost at camp and some hair bands (because she wouldn't have the luxury of curling her hair perfectly every morning). Being Hanna, she couldn't completely forgo makeup, so she made room for foundation, mascara, and a tube of concealer. Lastly, she threw in some tampons and pads. She refused to make Caleb stop somewhere to pick up her lady things. She would simply die of embarrassment.

She threw it all in her Vera Bradley and placed it on the puff ottoman in her closet. It wasn't the most convenient place but she couldn't leave it sitting by the front door. "Mom, stop! Don't move that bag. I need to know where it is in case I need to run away with my boyfriend who you kinda sorta hate right now…" Yeah that would go over well with her mom.

She kept her phone charger where she could see it because she could not leave it behind. Her phone was her lifeline. And despite its ties to A, if it died, there was a possibility she would do. Not literally of course…or at least hopefully. She had never gone longer than two days without her phone and she wasn't going to try it anytime soon. Running away with your boyfriend was not a time for experiments.

Boyfriend. Using that term for Caleb was strange. She didn't understand why. It probably had to do with the fact that Sean had once occupied that position. How could the two boys have the same title when they had been so different? How could she call Caleb her boyfriend when he meant so much more to her than her previous 'boyfriend'? She hadn't felt nearly as much pain when Sean hurt her. She didn't love Sean. She thought she did but now she knew better. She knew she loved Caleb and that was all that mattered.

Oh God…she had fallen in love with a boy who lived out of an Alabama suitcase-a black plastic trash bag containing all his worldly possessions. The dark haired, olive skinned, tall, muscular…right the point…the boy she loved was packed at all times and ready to go. And she was never ready to go anywhere, even with a few weeks' notice she left the most important things. But this time she would be ready. She would have to be ready because she loved him. There was no way she was letting go of the boy she loved that easily.

So when she found out about his not so great past job, she didn't mind. If he had to run again, she could follow him. And when she found out about the man trailing him, she threw that Vera Bradley into her car (after making sure to grab her phone charger) and pulled a scarf and oversized sunglasses on (she was going to do this with as much style and glamour as possible) then pulled out of the driveway with one destination in mind.

He was not leaving her behind this time.