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Chance smiled and also kept hugging her.
"Alright, that sounds great"
he said rubbing her back a bit smiling.

Chance heard her and was a bit courious. He spun her a bit almost as if they were dancing so she would be facing him.
"no doll, I think its when you turn 18"
he said grinning.
"Im 22"
he thought it was cute her little mix up of words, or maybe she really thought he was under age? He didnt know, but he was far from it as he saw. He liked it that way too.

Chance rubbed the back of his head. He didnt exactly know what to say, he hadnt ever really know how to answer. usually he would say something along the lines of that he just left when he was 18 and there wasnt really a main reason other then he could. But that was a lie...he slipped his arm around her waist as they walked. He was debating on how to tell her what really happened, not many people actually knew.
"well, I left home when I was seventeen, not nineteen"
he said first looking at the ground. He didnt explain why just yet. He just had to think of how to tell her. It was a bit complicated but didnt want to make her sad by not telling her.

Chance stayed silent for a few seconds not even looking up. He was really at a loss for words, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes a little as they walked. He never liked getting into the past and well he also didnt want to let Jenna down. He attempted to swallow what seemed to be a lump in his throat, but it was nothing just nervous of how she'd respond. Maybe if he only told her bits and peices. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out so he closed it again then keeping his eyes closed, he couldnt believe he was actually telling someone about this again.
"well remember the girl I told you about before, my best friend?"
he said pausing as if trying to think of a way to refraise it.
"well theres something I didnt tell you about her"
he said his voice breaking a bit as he talked slowly his hands shook a bit and he had moved from hugging her to now a bit slowtched over holding his hands together in front of him and looking at the ground, if he had a soft spot, they had pretty much hit it by now.

Chance looked the other way. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets for a moment.
you know what, its really just...nothing, just naw you dont need to worry yourself in the matter, I dont feel like the park much anymore"
he said slowly turning around and walking the oppisite way but toward his house, or where he's renting and not Jenna's house. He really hated talking about his past and felt bad for leaving Jenna there and secretly wished she would follow, he of course wouldnt mention it to her. He kept looking at the ground determained not to break down at least till he got home.

Chance walked slowly as he made his way back to his house. He felt bad for leaving Jenna at the park, and he also wished a bit she were here. As Chance got inside the house he shut the door, not locking it incase Jenna did come. He went to the kitchen grabbing himself a cup and a bottle, the label had been torn off of the bottle but it didnt hide the whiskey. He walked over to the livingroom and sat on the couch. He attempted at pooring a glass but he could hardly see straight from the water in his eyes. He just took a swig from the bottle soon, he didnt care much at the moment. Chance wasnt planning on getting drunk or anything, well he really didnt know what he was planning anymore. He took a few deep breaths holding the bottle in one hand and hunched over as a few single tears rolled down his face. He hated crying, to him it was a sign of weakness. He wouldnt care if someone else cried though. Just couldnt stand it himself. He started crying a bit more, silently as he took a few more swigs of Whiskey. The last night he had seen his bestfriend kept running through his mind, he rubbed his face a bit still twitching as he sat on the couch.