I sat, still thinking about how crazy the idea of running away was. We were barely old enough to qualify as adults, let alone live on our own.<br/>On the other hand, running sounded like the only option. I had no future doing anything else... The difficult part was going to be making enough money to live anywhere... We'd have to go SOON, or I'd have to pay for next month's rent, and I'd be broke.<br/>I laughed as I kept thinking. There was no way she'd want to run away with some broke guy who can only play guitar.<br/><br/>"Dinner is always good." I responded. I sighed. It was fun imagining, but that was it: it was just my imagination.