Reincarnation

17

Before you guys read on. Comment down below your prediction on who the person on the other side of the door is.

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'How can I help you guys?' 

'Uh-we-we're just-' Charity stuttered, unable to complete her sentence, either because of the fright she got or because of how ridiculously attractive the boy is.

'We're um-came from a- p-place and-' Sean tried, sending Carity a glare for getting caught. 

'We w-work here' Kaycee lied, hoping that the boy wouldn't notice the bob in her throat.

'Don't bother lying. I know who you guys are' the boy laughed, entering the room and closing the door behind him. He stood up straight, feet pointed to the side like a ballerina. His hair was brown and tousled, curls foaming luxuriously at the top, short enough to be able to see his brown eyes that shone in the beam of sunlight. His smile was wide and cheesy, lips stretching to each side of his face. His eyes stayed concentrated on the trio before they darted back to the frayed laces of his sneakers. The boy's jeans were slightly grubby and his dark shirt was covered in hands of flour. Looks like he might be a cook here.

'I'm Andres' the boy introduced himself. 'And you guys are the three runaways' he chuckled at his use of nickname for the three.

'Uh-no we're not' Charity lied, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

'Don't even try lying. Y'all are on the front page of the papers like everyday, it's kinda hard to forget how you guys look like' he said, in a 'duh' tone.

'Why are you here?' Kaycee asked, sitting down crossed-legged on the floor.

'I think I should be the one asking you guys that. This is my room. Not much but at least I've got a roof over my head'.

'Oh' the three said in unison. If it was any other occasion they would've all burst out in laughter at their telepathic connection. Sean poked Charity's side, sending her a 'i thought you said no one uses this room' glare. She shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side in apology.

'Well, then we'll get going' Sean started, heaving himslef up with two hands.

'No, you lot can stay here. I don't mind sharing' Andres offered. Sean sent him a weary look, trying to plaster his most genuine smile.

'Thank you, but no' Sean waved off dismissively, already slinging his bag onto his shoulder.

'And where will you guys go?' The brown haired boy asked, raising one brow in curiosity. Sean stood rooted in his spot. He didn't know the answer to that. 'I know I'm a stranger to y'all. Hell, I just started working here like three days ago, when they were looking for new helpers in the kitchen. You probably don't trust me but you guys could stay here. No one ever comes down here, and I'd be able to sneak you guys in some food.' He explained.

'I-mean...'

'I've already caught you guys and I know who you are, so technically it'd be stupid of you guys to leave with me having the right to tell other people that I saw you guys' 

'Yo are right' Charity sighed.

'Just think about it. I have to go take a shower. Hopefully y'all won't leave. Trust me you will be caught' Andres finished. He slung his bag over his shoulder, singing something incoherent under his breath, before locking the door as he left.

'What the fuck?' Sean screamed at Charity. 'You got us caught'.

'I didn't know. I swear to god, I didn't know' Charity defended herself. 'If anything, atleast he's nice and he's letting us stay here'.