Kris, a small girl, who of course wore peasant clothing, kneeled before a cow hands gripping the utter, she giggled when it mooed, she started old bessy that much was for sure "Blayne? Are you coming or not?" she asked giggling softly when she attempted to milk their cow, it wasnt something that was exactly easy "i need that bucket" she blushed vibrantly before looking back in his direction "what's taking you?" she whined.

This was a remotely dark day, something each of them would remember for the rest of their lives, the beginning of the end almost. The day before an invasion which would rip the two from the comfort of their home.

"Geez!" Blayne screamed with a happy tone with a hint of sarcasm. "I am going as fast as I can, Grandpa needed something!" Blayne walked over to Kris with a bucket. "There! You happy, or would you like me to perform a little song as well?" Blayne said. "Ah, I'm kidding! You should know that by now." Blayne nudged Kris. "Now, let's get some milk, and then call it a day! I am so exhausted, that I think I deserve to sleep in tomorrow!" Blayne walked up to Kris, and helped her milk the cow.

his finger tips brushed the back of her hand, she blushed from this and shook her head "you joke too much, you know that right?" she looked at him, her eyes dancing in the sunlight, she tilted her head up to see the setting sun, they of course wouldnt sleep just yet, they liked to admire the stars before bed, she was awful mellow for a girl her age, so, she decided to change that by squirting him with a small amount of the milk "what did he need?" she giggled and watched while the liquid streaked down the side of his face

she wrinkled her nose when something fowl hit the air around them, it was of course horse excrement, she shivered "i'll never get used to that smell" the bucket was filling and quickly.

(oh my god I forgot we were in the 1950's there are black and white TV's and newspapers :D)

Blayne's adorable smile slowly turned into a cringe. "EEWWW!!!" Blayne screamed, and pointed to the horse's business. Blayne was analyzing the glass very closely, as a jeweler would to his finest diamond. Don't think that the second the bucket was full that Blayne didn't grab it and run towards the door. When he got to the doorstep he stopped, and turned around. "Hey Kris" Blayne said in a serious tone "let's go to the city, and get some food, want to?"

(this is where the invasion begins >:])

(oooo!!! yays!! lol modernization!)

"but it's getting late" she protested, yawned and followed him, bringing the stool she had been using, she was a mess from the day, splattered in dirt and wearing her work pants, which, in this time was forbidden. she blushed deeply and ran after him, set the stool down the pushed his back into their home "will you let me wash up first this time? you look really good.. and i dont" she mumbled nudging him shyly

Blayne grabs Kris's stool, throws it across the farm, and grabs her arm.
"What's life without a little fun?" Blayne suggested as he grabbed her arm.
He ran a little bit towards the pathway to the urban part of London, and stopped for a second, he felt nothing. He looked behind him, and saw Kris running back home. Blayne smirked, and walked over with sarcastic defeat in his body language.

she was attempting to wash when she felt blayne running after her, she giggled and hurtled over a small cat, it yowled and hissed when it saw her, brought its claws up caught her by the leg "ow!" she fell to the ground, ankle bleeding, she shivered and looked up at him after standing to her feet "your cat hates me you know" she laughed slightly "i need to wash first!" she yelled when he was nearing her, she opened the front door ran to the bathroom soon after "not yet!" she giggled and turned the knob slowly splashing water on her face.

Blayne waited on the doorstep, petting his cat. He stared at the sun setting in the distance. Blayne went into a daze, then all of a sudden, a car drove up, and Blayne was confused, then three more just like it came up. Blayne was petting his cat slower, and slower, and slower until he stopped.

Blayne sensed trouble, and sneakily went inside, and locked the door, looking through the one hole in his door, caused by ruthless rebel burning a cigarette on the door, creating a perfectly small hole, ideal for spying.

"i'm ready!" Kris came out of the small half bath, when she spoke, it was louder then needed since she did think he was still outside "what're you doing?" she giggled and reached for the knob, attempting to open the front door.

Blayne grabbed her wrist, shaking like crazy.
"Kris..." he said in a shaky voice.
"There are men out there, that look very suspicious" Blayne continued. He tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't. He put his eye on the hole again, and saw them asking Miss McMerryberry, the oldest villager, and also the most honest, where someone was, holding up two wanted posters, and then she pointed towards Blayne's house.
"Damn it!" Blayne screamed.
"Kris, run, he's looking for us, KRIS RUN!" They ran out the back door and sure enough as they were leaving, someone was knocking at the door, and then they kicked the door open, and saw nobody. They followed the opened back door.
Blayne was holding onto Kris, running at full speed, until Blayne grew weary. He found a hiding spot at least three hours after endless running, and that's where they spent the night.

Kris collapsed from exhaustion, she wanted the comfort of her bed but knew that was out of the question "what exactly is going on!?" she exclaimed looking up at blayne, who, still looked extremely worried, she was slowly chewing her lower lip when she tilted her head to the other side "Are you okay?"

"Kris," Blayne said as he was gasping for air "they're out for us. Think about it. Who were the two smartest kids in the whole town? Hate to sound like I'm bragging, but statistics prove it! Kris, he had two fliers! Miss McMerryberry pointed to OUR house, and what does my Pops have to do with the town. Our farm isn't that rich. We need to start a life, in a new town, under new names. I will go under the name of Andy Flie, age sixteen, one year older than I am now" Blayne said. "Let's make our way over to America, we can live freely, and not have to worry about invaders, for I read about wars not being started on American soil. When word gets out we left, there will be a war." Blayne continued, he caught his breath. "I am sorry that I scared you. I am too afraid to sleep overnight. If you want to sleep, tell me, and I will carry you to our new home, which will temporarily be London. We are runaways Kris... runaways. No real home... yet."

she looked up at him, blushing wildly and shaking her head "i need sleep.. we've been running for so long.. Blayne.. i'm scared" she slowly stood to her feet, tears spilling onto her cheeks, she moved into his arms, she was shorter then him, head ducked under his chin and small body pressing against his, she needed comfort.

EDIT:
"I'll go by Kat Thompson then.. age sixteen" she mumbled unwilling to give up her name so easily, but, of course she did have to.

Blayne tucked his arms around her softly, wiped her tears and let go, so he could lift her up into his arms.
"Sleep tight" Blayne said.
He walked towards the horizon, holding his dear friend. Blayne walked for miles, until he found a small ditch that was barely visible from the pathway, which was 100 feet away. Blayne dropped his friend lightly to the ground, and collapsed onto the ground, into a long sleep.

---END DAY 1---

when the morning set around them, she yawned and had managed to cuddle herself into his arms while they each slept. head on his chest and body pressing against his side "the sun.." she groaned and saw what position she was in "oh my god!" she pulled away, stumbled and fell onto her back

Blayne woke up to the sound of the thump on the ground next to him.
He saw Kris on the ground. He giggled.
"Get back up Clumbsy Cristy!" Blayne laughed, and pulled out a helping hand.
"We have a lot of walking to do. We have to go to London, get new clothes, and wraps to hide our faces, and then we need to not give anything away. We will be in London for three days, until we get to the ocean, my uncle works there, and I know he'd be willing to give us a ride to Asia, where we make our way to the end of Russia, and then get a job, to get airfare to the America."

she took his hand and, instead of pulling herself up, she pulled him down, and pinned him there laughing childishly, she tickled his sides and finally hugged him, head on his chest, body on his, she didnt want to move, it was too early "the sun is barely in the sky though" she mumbled, whining almost.

Blayne glared at Kris. "This is a very serious matter". He paused, and got up. He then ran around her and her sad looking face screaming "NA NA NA NA NA". Blayne laughed and grabbed Kris's hand again. "No, but seriously, this is a very serious matter."

"blayne.." she looked up at him, tears starting to stream down her face before standing to her feet, nodding "i'm sorry.. should we start walking then?" she was hollowing herself in a metaphoric way, something to protect herself from the doom they would soon face.. well not doom but hardships

"Yes Kris, we need to walk, and fast, we can never be too sure of where they can be!" Let's follow this pathway. Blayne walked with Kris. "we will be okay, Kat"
(is very tired so i need to take a rp break)

(so am i.. this is my last post for the night)

she wrinkled her nose at the name and nodded "okay andy" she sighed and of course trusted his words but made sure that she watched his every movement carefully