Soo.. I will attempt to write without thinking or editing... Sorry if it sucks...
HERE I GO!
It was a friday afternoon , and as always I had nothing to do. I was in my jammies, with a book and peppermint tea at hand. It was 5 o'clock.
"hmmmmmm.." I said as I felt my dog, Fluffy lick my face. "Hey Fluffy" I smiled, he was always good to me.
Fluffy was wagging his tail and telling me to follow him.
I followed fluffy to the garage. I hadn't been here in years; ever since dad left there was no reason to come here.
"What is it?"
Fluffy wagged his tail, and was tapping his nose on a big , sleeping bag?
Wait a minute... What is going on?
So, here I am in my garage, looking at a sleeping bag. I grabbed a baseball bat, and screamed "GET OUT, WHOEVER YOU ARE!!!"
I poked the bag with the bat. An arm came out followed by a ... boy. He was dirty, as if he was walking for days in the woods. He had bruises in his face. He had chocolate brown hair. And you could easily tell that if he cleaned up, he was absolutely HOT.
"Ggggg... Get out" I said, holding my baseball bat in swinging position.
He held his arms up, "Please, don't swing! I can explain!!"
I saw the terrified look in his deep blue eyes. I waited, and decided to let him explain
"You have 30 seconds, and don't get anywhere near me or I'll swing."
He opened his mouth, as if to start. Then took a deep breath and said:
"Im Christian. I run away from home. My dad beats me, ever since mom died. I had to leave because the beatings were getting too harsh. I had no where to go and your garage was open. I have been here for 5 days. Im sorry to have intruded but please don't call the police. They'll send to juvenile prison or even worse send me back with my dad, and he'll beat me until I'm dead."
I saw the pleading look in his eyes and I couldn't help but feel a tug in my heart.
"Come, lets get you cleaned up. No offense but you stink" I said, waving my hand in front of my face to make a joke, Christian laughed.
"I know. I wanted to use your hose to wash my face, but there was no water"
Christian showered and was in a towel. God he was hot.
"My mom keeps some clothes for my dad, in case he comes back. Although he left years ago."
I grabbed the smallest jeans I could find, and a v-neck white tee.
"Here, they'll probably fit you big,but that's the best I got"
"Thank you soo much, I don't know how to thank you" Christian said, and I saw in his eyes that he meant every word.
"You want something to eat. I didnt get a chance to make dinner, cause I feel asleep reading, but I can whip something up" I said, just notcing I was in pajamas, my hair a mess in front of this boy who I just met.
"I'm starving. Haven't ate anything in two days. Ran out of money"
I made some quick spaghetti, and gave him sliced apples to much on wile it was ready.
"Tell me about yourself, Christian"
"Well, I'm 17. I was born in Seattle. My full name is Christian Jayden Smtih, Well legally Christian Jayden Matthews but thats my fathers last name and I dont want anything to do with that ass hole. I was the popular guy in high school, but nobody really knew the real me. I graduated in June. And my dad lives in Albany, so I walked here from there. How about you?"
"I'm Madeline Skye Anderson. Legally Changed from Madeline Skye Brooks because I also hate my dad. I was born here in Davenport, New York, and raised here as well. I'm 15 turning 16 in two months. I'm a junior in high school and I'm invisible in my school, so nobody knows me, and thats the reason why I am here, in a friday night by myself."
I dont know why I told him ll of that, only my best friend Kayla and my knows the reason why I changed my name. I guess it was the fact that we had something in common that made me do it.
We ate and he absolutely loved my cooking. I was happy since not a lot of people taste me food. Then we heard keys in the front door.
"That must be my mom. Hurry go back to the garage" I whisper screamed..
Christian ran softly to our garage while my mom stepped in the house, late like all fridays. "Hey mom, how was work?"
"Hey honey, it was tiring as always"
My mom worked as a nurse, and was going back to school to become a pediatrician, so I don't see much of her anymore.
"I made dinner, an hour ago. I left your serving in the microwave."
"Ok honey, can you bring it to the room, I am too tired too walk there."
Mom and I talked for a bit while she ate. I had already set up the bed for her, and had her pajamas ready for her. I wondered if I should tell her about Christian but decided against it cause she's too over protective and WILL call the police and Christian doesn't deserve that.
I waited a while before I went to the garage with clean blankets, a pillow, and my big t-shirt for Christian. He was siting in a far corner petting fluffy to sleep.
"Hi, sorry I took long. I didnt want my mom to freak and call the police"
I handed him the pillow and blankets etc
"Its okay, Madeline. Thank you for the sleep wear"
We laughed. I went to sleep and I dreamed about Christian. Funny, I always dream about my crush Alex. But at the moment he didnt seem important.
Okay, soon here's my lame try. Please feel free to tell me how lame it is. But don't hurt my feelings. Only constructive criticism =)
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