Candy's tasting sweeter on the moon. I ran faster. "Jillian! No!" I stopped listening to other sounds. "Jillian! Please don't leave mommy, daddy and me!" I kept going. I heard the cries of a seven year old, followed by muffled voices trying to calm it down. The backpack I wore was checkered, and it was dad's. But he wouldn't notice because he's to busy with LeAnne. "Jillian!" I glanced back to see my parents and LeAnne shouting in the wrong directions for me. I kept walking. Eventually, a familiar face caught my eye. 14 and an amazing memory is quite the advantage. "Jillian?..." the blond boy spoke, turning the water down a bit lower. I looked up from the sidewalk, running and hugging him, getting water in between us. "William..." His face burnt with blush against my neck, being and inch taller or so. "Y-You remembered?..." he asked, rubbing his neck when I let go of him. "Yes, William..." His eyes flickered over to the backpack on the sidewalk. "What's that for?" "I'm running away, William..." I saw a spark of sadness pop out of him, clutching the hose tighter. "No, please—" "I can't go anywhere else, William." "You can stay with my dad and I!" the fourteen year old blond boy spoke. "W-Wha?" "Please Jill!!?" I sighed, my blue eyes finding his evergreen eyes. "Okay...But, William?" "Yeah?" he asked cheerily. "Candy's tasting sweeter on the moon."