When I woke up I was leaning against my cushion, nuzzling the fabric layer like it was precious silk. I inhaled the sweet scent of fabric freshener and sherbet... wait, sherbet? Pillows didn't smell of sherbet, and wasn't my pillow behind my head? When realisation dawned I sat up with a jolt.
"What the...?" I asked Daz.
"Morning" he smirked.
"You have your own bed." I reminded him.
"I like this one more" he pouted.
"Get out." I orderd, giving him a shove. He remained in place.
"Your cute when your mad nutty Nina" he joked.
"Your insane." I backfired.
"I know." He replied, his eyes glinting in danger. Why had I left with this guy? I mean my life had been boring, yes, but boring is better than dangerous. Isn't it? I removed myself from the bed, then looked in the mirror and sighed. Not only was I a bed-head mess, but my clothing was ruffled and I didn't have anything to change into.
"You'll attract too much attention with those messy clothes on." Daz breathed down my neck, I hadn't even realised he'd came behind me.
"I didn't exactly pack for this trip." I replied, trying to ignore his charm. He walked over to his side of the room and chucked a shirt at me.
"Change tops and wipe the mud off your shoes. We'll stop for some new clothes later on." He instructed, no verifying when 'later on' was. I did as told, going into the bathroom to change. I used air freshener as a deodorant, and a free sample of mouth-wash to try and clean my teeth. When I left the bathroom I looked...presentable again.
I heard my phone vibrate inside my bag.
"Don't answer it, leave a text if you like. You'll have to leave it here, then can trace it." Daz ordered. I was tempted to pick up, but knew he was right. It was best to leave my aunt a passing text, then get as far away from here as possible. So I got out my phone and texted her.
You told me to be sociable, well I don't see how you could get more sociable than this. I'm going in an adventure with someone who's brought danger to my boring life. You might say I'm mad, to be honest, we both are, me and him. Yes, it's a him. A very cute him if you don't mind me saying. Don't look for me, this is my new life. It's insane, but it's optimistic, and I was living a pessimistic life up until now. This is my parting text to you, don't bother replying. I'm no longer Nina, the girl who lost her dad. I'm Nutty Nina (sorry private joke) and that's the Nina I want to be.
Your niece, Nina.
I took the SIM card and battery out of my phone then left it on the table between the beds.
"Time to move on, Nutty Nina." Daz told me, he was already at the door.
"I'm coming Dimbo Daz." I joked. He grabbed my arm and turned me so I was looking directly into his eyes,
"I am very rarely serious Nina, but I am serious about this, I do the nick naming. Not you." His eyes were dead-serious. For a few seconds, I feared him. Then he released me and we left the room, leaving my phone, and my final link to my old life, behind us.
It was a few hours later, me and Daz had been walking for hours. We'd stopped at a convenience store for some cheap clothes and a rucksack. Daz seemed to know where he was going, but I couldn't be sure. He was, after all, a strange man I'd met by chance and ran away with. He seemed to be picking up pace now though, as if he wanted to get to a certain place by nightfall.
"Could you walk any slower?" He asked sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, it's not like we've been walking for 6 hours or anything." I spat back.
"I don't like you bitter, shadow." He commented, I couldn't help feel a little emotional at the return of my original nick-name.
"I don't like you stressed, Daz."
"I'm not stressed, I'm just annoyed at your slow pace." He defended himself. I sighed dramatically.
"Is this what it's going to be like every day?" I asked to myself.
"Look. There's a hotel a mile or two away, that's where we're staying tonight. We get there and we rest. Tomorrow we can have a day off." He bargained. So I followed after him, trying to keep up with his hurried steps.
I realised that I didn't really have a choice, I had no idea where we were, it was follow him, or be lost in the middle of nowhere. Besides, I would probably follow him anywhere.