A/N: Nothing much to say at . :)

Chapter One: Sway

To all the fights I've conquered and behold
The times have changed and I will now move over slowly...
But through it all I still feel lost without you
Hard to find a new soul
The silence takes its toll

Just sway
You don't know...
Just sway
You don't know...
Just sway
When all you want is to find home...

Theres a light pausing
Feel the volume of the sky
Mark your place in time with another question why...

-- Lost Prophets, "Sway"

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Charlotte town was a small town. It was a close-knit community with nice, pretty, wholesome people, who loved everyone for all and what they were. There was no space for someone like me, someone hopeless, cold and angry.

I crashed they're tiny fucking worlds.

But don't get me wrong, I wasn't on a mission to destroy them, show them what the big, bad world was all about. All I wanted was my passport. And perhaps a fuzzy bunny for the road.

Aunty Sue was a friend of the families, and as generous and kind-hearted as everyone in the town was, when we found that there was no more room in our grotty little apart apartment for all the stuff that used to fit in our six-bedroom house, she kindly let us store it in her loft.

It was down to my mothers lack of responsibility that the most important document in my life ended up in the loft of some women living a million miles, one hundred and nineteen fields and thirty three barns away.

Fucking madness.

But at least I was here.

I rapped against the door, auntie Sue's forget me not blue door. My knuckled were almost skinned to the bone already, and it hurt. A lot.

I waited for someone to answer. The house was a bright lemon yellow with a garden path, white picket fence and garden gate with a very tricky lock. Rain trickled down the back of my neck, and I wiped raindrops impatiently from my hair.

She better still live in the same fucking house or I’m screwed.

Hello aunty Sue, blond haired, blue eyed, male and fucking hot.

“Who are you?” I guess, as it was me ringing on his doorbell it should have been him asking that question. So… he did.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He was broad shouldered with a narrow waist, nicely fitting jeans and tee shirt there, although a clearly reproachful expression. Me? Bruised and broken, soaking wet (running eyeliner, fucking hell) and he didn’t seem to like what he saw.

The boy’s eyes looked me up and down, reminding me so much of those kids who went around school believing they were so much better than the fat girl with the glasses – oh, way cooler than that guy clad all in black with all those face piercing...

He was obviously about to shut the door in my face, but fuck, I needed that passport. I tried not to start mouthing off to this stranger, remain calm. Hey!

“Nathan,” I guess anyone could have known his name. It didn't stir any forgotten childhood memories. “Get me Aunty Sue.”

A shoulder lent against the door frame we were eye to eye, him just slightly taller. Nathan looked at me under long sandy lashes, I guess wondering who the hell I was and I became uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny. And his intense hotness.

He had really full lips.

“You’re not part of my family,” he told me haughtily, folding his arms across his chest.

“I wouldn’t want to be part of it, you fucking dickhead! If you don’t get your fucking mother to the door right now, I will go down the police station and they’ll be arresting your ass for theft, alright?”

He didn’t know what to make of me, some crazy person raving on his doorstep about theft, when I doubt such a thing existed in this town. I forgot to mention the whole theft being a passport which had been willingly given, and I forgot about the fact that if I stepped a foot into the police station they’d be carting me back to hell within seconds.

Nathan glared at me, and through gritted teeth, “She isn’t in.”

“How long will she be?”

“A while.”

“Fuck.”

“What theft?”

I paused, shoving my hands deep into my pockets, “You have something of mine.”

“What?”

Stupid arrogant bastard. “Just something.”

The irritation that crossed his features satisfied me to no end. “If you’re wasting my time…”

I let a smile curl my lips upwards, “Not going to beat me up are you?”

On second thoughts… he did look pretty capable of it.

We were standing too close to my liking. He had such a fit body that was crying out to be touched.

Nathan said hesitantly, “I’ve beaten you up before?”

“You’ve nearly fucking drowned me, you bastard.”

I knew he was a nice looking kid, but how did he manage to turn out like this? He shook his blond hair out of his face and looked at me as if he was looking at me for the first time. I tried not to stare so much. “Kaden?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re a fucking wreck.”

“Piss off.”

“Just because we know each other, doesn’t mean I’m going to let you in.”

I raised my eyebrows to him a condescending fashion, “I prefer it out here, thank you very much.”

Nathan stepped back from the door, rolling his eyes. God he was hot. “Get inside you fucking idiot.”

I could of stayed right there on the porch, I really could of, but I think I was too cold to think properly, so I reluctantly walked over the welcome mat. But I told him, in all his glorious hotness as I swept past, “Don’t think this makes us friends, now.”