He had been watching her for a few minutes before she had noticed, he was about to pretend to be asleep before she looked around. Ryan grinned when she finally sensed his gaze that rested on her. His grin was that of a child who had done something naughty, cute, but evil. He stopped grinning, turning instead to face out into the car park the car was sitting in, when he saw how annoyed she seemed to be with himwas with him.

He fumbled as his hang attempted to find the door handle, and when it did, it took him two tries to pull the handle backwards enough to open the door. He rested his right foot on the pavement before the left one and almost smashed his head on the car as he stood up. He staggered drunkenly towards the motel door, not watching for passing cars, not really caring.

He walked calmly towards the tall boy behind the front counter, and interrupted him from paper work with a loud cough. 'Room with two single beds?' he inquired. He nodded in Andrea’s direction. 'She'll pay'. He waited as the boy checked through records and held out his hand as he was given the key. He struggled dizzily up the steps towards the indicated room, before letting himself in and collapsing upon the nearest bed.

Ryan lifted his head off the pillow, he wanted to just lie back down, he was too tired, and his head, too heavy. But Andrea was shouting at him, 'I don't want pity' He mumbled, silently as the woman shouted him down. Once She was done, and he was sure she wasn't about to start again, Ryan stood up, looking the lady in her eyes. 'You hypocrite'

He paused, wondering where to lead his argument. 'You...' He paused, wondering, he bent to put up the paper bag Andrea had hurled at him, 'You used to love this stuff, and you know you did.' He tossed the bag underarm to Andrea, 'Do with it what you will, I don't care'. He looked around before walking over to the bed and grabbing his jacket, pushing his arms through the holes and digging his hands into his pockets. 'You'll want to... Get rid of this as well' He mumbled, tossing a needle into the bed which was now dusted with shards of glass. Not waiting to see how it landed, he walked past Andrea, knocking his shoulder against hers roughly, before pulling the door open.

He nodded towards the boy at the reception before walking out through the open doors, past the car and walking to a bench. He sat, wondering whether Andrea would abandon him or not, whether he should help... No, he wasn't going to help her. She had gotten herself into the mess. It was all her fault, she shouldn't have gotten involved. He didn't ask for the 'New and improved Andi.'

Ryan stood up from the bench he had been sat on for the past ten or so minutes, and walked back to the motel, resisting the urge to steal Andrea's car. He walked through the sliding doors, and towards the boy at the reception. "Got any public toilets here?" He asked, hoping he wouldn't be dragged back to the room by Mother Nature. He would not be caught dead going in a bush. He grimaced as the boy shook his head and grunted, presuming that meant no. He sighed and looked towards the stairs leading to the rooms, before going back upstairs to the room he had gotten for him and Andrea.

He pushed the door open expecting something sharp and heavy to be thrown at him, but Andrea wasn't in the room, and he couldn't hear anyone in the bathroom. He looked round the room, noticing she hadn't even bothered cleaning up the shards of glass penetrating her bed, or gotten room service, that is if a place like this even thought of room service.

He threw his jacket onto his bed and noticed that she had left hers on her bed. He pushed against the handle on the bathroom door but was met with resistance. He pushed harder, before realising Andrea must have locked her self in. Probably having a girly melt down. "Andrea, get out, I need to take a slash" He muttered to himself when he didn't get a response.

"Andrea get out here or I'll piss on your clothes instead"... He waited a few seconds before ramming his foot against the lock on the door, and felt it give way slightly. He kicked at it again and it gave way completely underneath him, smashing open and hitting against the wall. He saw her body curved around the toilet, and her skin was as pale as death. "Well shit..." He moved over to her and kicked her stomach a couple of times. And pulled back as she vomited over his converse... "Disgusting fucking cow…" He picked her up like a baby, her head resting on his shoulder and he laid her on his bed, before going back to clean up the vomit. He stopped when he saw the needle behind the toilet and held it up. She had been using it... "Well well, naughty police woman, eh?'.

[Timeskip, next morning]

Ryan sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. He had cleaned up that night, and hid the bag of heroin in his spare shoes in his bag. He pushed himself to standing and ran his hands through his hair. He grabbed a bottle of beer and opened it, taking a sip before pulling the bottle from his mouth as he heard the siren. There were police about. He and Andi needed to get out of there. He peered over at Andi, who was still zoned out and he drank half the bottle before shoving it into her grasp. He quickly went round the room putting their belongings in their bags before slinging the bags over his shoulder. He wrenched Andi up into his arms and carried her out of the door, down the hall and down the stairs. He grinned and nodded at the receptionist, before carrying Andi over to a seat and sat her there. Praying she looked nothing more than drunk. He went over to the desk and explained that they were leaving early.

When he had gotten her into the passenger seat, he looked through his bag, to see if he had any money, seeing if he had enough for the next motel.

[Timeskip, new motel]

Ryan was talking to the pretty lady behind the front desk. He refused to believe they only had double rooms. After a while, he conceded, and handed over the money for the night, before going to get Andi and the bags.

When they got up to the room he dumped Andi and her bag on the bed, before putting his in a chair in the corner. And sat on the bed beside her, scowling at the 'no smoking please' sign in the wall beside the door.

Ryan had been sitting on the end of the bed for a couple of hours, watching Andi breathing, her hand twitching. His gaze had drifted as from the corner of his eyes her eyes flickered as she eventually woke up. He twitched backwards trying to mould into the wall as she clung onto his arm, before she realised what she was doing and let go of him. He went to explain that the motel only had the double room, before she cut him off, moaning about the light, telling him to shut the curtains. He sighed as she told him he would be sleeping on the floor. It wasn't his fault the place only had a double, if anyone should sleep on the floor it should be her. He took one of the pillows off the bed and a blanket from a cupboard in the corner and took them over to the corner where he had left his bag, and dumped them there, so he wouldn't have to look for the stuff later that night.



Ryan woke up with a heavy head and a sore neck. He pushed himself to his feet and looked round the room. Andrea had already woken up, and was moving around. She looked a lot better now she had been sleeping. But it was obvious she was trying to avoid his gaze, and she had not even spoken to him. She waved her hand at him before moving herself into the bathroom. He heard the water turn on as she stepped into the bath, underneath the shower.

He moved himself to sit in the bed, rubbing the knots out of his neck from the bad night he had had, and picked up a magazine from the bed stand. He moved the magazine away from his face, as he heard what sounded like sobbing, but brushed it off as the dodgy water pipes. After a while, and 3 magazines, he heard the water shut off with a moan, and he put the magazine on the stand again. He stood up to grab a towel, when he heard a bang, followed almost immediately, by sobbing. He wrapped his fingers around the door handle, wondering whether or not if he would be welcome in there, when the sobbing over came him and he pushed down on it, hoping Andi wasn't sat against the door.

He moved himself to sit next to her, ignoring the splashed water that soaked into his jeans and his sleeve as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey hey hey, I'm scared too, it's ok baby. We're gonna work this out Andi. I promise". Ryan held her chin in his fingers softly, and turned her head to face him. "I love you Andi, never forget that". He kissed her in the lips as he said that, running his hands through her soaked hair, his fingers tracing the lines the water had raced across her shoulders.

Ryan felt his body jolt backwards as the bed lurched. His eyes flew open, like curtains on a stage. His arm was warm where Andi had laid that night, and he smiled, remembering the night they had spent together, happy he had his Andi back. He rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. The sight of Andi in his tee brought back sweet memories for him. He rolled himself off the side of the bed, and pulled a pair of jeans, a pair of boxers and a clean tee from his bag, before slipping them on and putting the rest f his clothes in his back in their place. He lifted the bag over his shoulder and pulled pillows back into place as he watched Andi wander about, getting to her business.



He was sat in the passenger seat, checking his side mirror, paranoid. If they got caught by the police, He would be locked away, and Andi might be too, for helping him run away. And if he lost Andi again... He reasserted his gaze on the road ahead. He grabbed his bag from the back seat, suddenly realising... He unzipped it and dived his hand in, searching, Shit.

After a few minutes he saw a rest station he recognised, and wondered if Andi still remembered... "Andi pull over, I need to do something" He pulled his seatbelt off and opened the door before the wheels had stopped turning, and walked round the back. Pulling some money out of his back pocket...

Within 10 minutes he was back to the car, his last fifty quid replaced with heroin, and his eyes on the car. When he got back he nodded to Andi and moved the drugs to his bag without her seeing. He put it back in the seat behind him and moved himself to face the road ahead of them.