Prologue

It was a fate that was surely bound to happen sooner, but when?
Now.
Apparently.
Homeless.
Kicked out of his own house.
He was nothing to them.
Just a plastic corpse.
Father; cares less.
Mother; cares less.
Isn't something missing?
Where's the love?
Where's the hope?
Gone.
Now; just at the tender age of seventeen he dwells on the streets.
Crying to himself.
Wondering where he went wrong.
What did he do?
He knew; he didn't want to face it.
He didn't want to come to the conclusion that parents could literally despise their own flesh and blood.
He didn't want to face the fact that his parents weren't "all american."
Weeks pass; barely eating each day.
He's finally found a place to stay.
A small abandoned barn that can keep the cold away.

His rough long hair stretches unevenly to the middle of his back; splitting at the ends.
He hasn't showered in about 4 days.
It's time for lunch.
He walks around the clouded streets.
The soft rain falling on him.
Why would he care?
Nobody was there to stare.
If they were; he didn't notice.
Well, not until..

There he was.
A man.
Someone who seemed older.
His eyes fixed on this man.
The light brown eyes staring down the man.
Why? He was staring first.

-.-StrangerOnTheStreets-.-

This seemed so strange.
No one ever looked at me so intently before.
I could feel his eyes peering into my body.
It was very intense.
I tried to break the stare, but I wanted to look.
He flipped the cig to the other side of his mouth.

Was that a grin?

He sure knows how to make someone uncomf-..

He's coming this way, but why? I'm the only one here. He doesn't know me.

"Hey, you seem lost. Not from here are you?"

What? I've lived here all my life so far.

"Actually, no, I'm not lost. I'm just trying to find a place to eat."

He took the cig between his fingers and withdrew it from his mouth and tossed it to the ground;
exhaling the smoke with a smirk.

He pushed his blonde bangs away from his eyes, and then stabbed his blackness into mine.

"Let me take you for lunch," he said plainly.

What is he getting at?

"Does it look like I have no money to you?" I shot back; it was rather a question I didn't want to be answered, but..

"Actually, no. It looks like you live on the streets." He huffed, and I couldn't tell if it was a joke which frightened me slightly.

"I don't even know who you are. I don't know your name, I don't know anything. You could be a serial killer for all I fuckin' know." I started to shout; I didn't want to be so loud, but he got to me fast.

All he did was chuckle to himself, and a raise of his head to focus on me more.

"My name's Liam, and do I look like a serial killer to you?" He quirked his eyebrows and added another smirk.

Jeez..he loves to smile, doesn't he?

I had to think about this. I looked over him carefully. Black sweatshirt, black pants, black shoes..blackblackblackblack..except his hair. It was dirty blonde, or was that because of the rain? He didn't have serial killer hair. His was a little longer than usual; dripping down to the bridge of his nose which he would push away. He was actually..pretty handsome.

"..No," I said firmly.

He folded his arms a bit with a sign of content.

"Good. Then let me take you out."

He wasn't going to give that up. Why was he killing me with his looks? Stabbing me down; almost forcing me to agree.

"Okay, I guess it couldn't hurt."

Right..

That's all I could say.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"How do you like the soup?"

He leaned over his bowl, and this time gave a full smile, but it was such a crooked smile.

I sat there staring down at mine; it was empty. I loved it. I haven't had soup in such a long time. Soup kitchen my ass; there were none around here.

I twiddled the spoon a bit, bit my bottom lip out of being nervous, and answered.

"Actually, it was really good. Thanks."

I lifted my head slightly to match him, and gave a responding smile.

"Hm, don't mention it."

He didn't even look at me.

All he did was set the money on the table; look to the waitress, tip his head, and we left.

We walked out of the small resturant and into his dark blue SUV.
It was really amazing in his car.
I would rather sleep in there.

"So, where do you live? I'll drop you off."

He gazed over at me, and I froze.

Shit, I knew this was going to come..I should have told him that I didn't need his help for food.
Damn..damn it all.

"Well?"

He sat there waiting.

His eyes were growing impatient; I could tell.
Mine were growing with more water every second.
I hated telling people I had no home,
because then I would have to explain my story over and over.
All it did would lose people's intrest in being friends with me.
It always caused problems.

"I.."

I started.

My lip slightly quivered.
I turned away a bit and heaved a heavy sigh.

"I have no home," I said in mono-tone.

I felt like a robot; ready with my auto answer.
He didn't gasp though.
He didn't even breathe in heavily.

"Oh?"

That's it? "Oh?" What the hell?

"You know, someone as beautiful as you can't afford to sleep in the streets."

That was rather smooth, and I felt a soft warmth on my arm.
I reached over and clasped my hands around it.
I realized it was his hand, and I jumped a little.

"What do you mean?"

My head turned back to his direction, and I focused on his eyes.

"Stay with me. Just for tonight if you want. You can leave the next day."

His voice rung out like soft destiny.

Is this real?

I was still frozen.
Here, this handsome man asking me to stay with him for a night.
Wait, no..no sex. If he..no..maybe he thinks that I'll..

"I don't know. I'm not having sex with you; so you can just forget that.
How dare you call me beautiful with those things in mind!"

I was rather loud again, and I ripped his hand off of me.
This time he seemed taken back.
I gave him a confused look; almost mixed with anger.

"I'm not like that. I just thought you could use the help."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

There I was; in his house.
My god; it was so magnificant.
A fireplace..
A walk in closet.
It was like a dream house.

"You hungry?"He turned to face me in his kitchen.

I didn't want to eat.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." A plain response.

"Can I be honest with you?"

He came closer to me.
From the kitchen to the livingroom I was in.
I sat on the couch and looked at him standing in front of me.

"I need to get this off my chest."

He looked to me with an intense gaze.
I couldn't say no.

"Go ahead."

I was rather nervous, but I tried to sound calm.
I was so fixed on him.
He cleared his throat slightly, blinked a bit and then looked deeply into my eyes.

"There's something about you that makes me want to hold you.
Something in you that makes me want to tell you to stay with me more than a day.
I can't help but think about you.
It's odd.
Will you let me hold you?
Maybe it will go away."

He said this with such a calm tone I couldn't believe it.
I sat there with my mind going crazy.
I felt my heart slam.
My pulse race.
I could feel myself warm up.

"..Yes."

I said soothingly; almost to calm myself.
He told me to get up, and I did.
He slid onto the couch and put his back up against the arm a bit.
Laying his legs out on the couch, almost slumping.

"Come to me."

I hesitated for a second, but eventually gave in.
I walked over to the couch and began to place myself on him.
I started with my head; going down on his chest and closing my eyes.
I wrapped my legs around his, and I put a hand on his chest, and was able to wrap one around him; holding him as well.
I felt myself tense up.
This was incredible.
He ran his fingers through my hair; still tangled.
And I heard a small chuckle.
My eyes were still closed; I wanted to sleep.
He was so..perfect.

"You know, you're adorable."

I blushed, and he saw.
He lifted my chin up and our eyes met.
In a quick second I felt a brush against my lips.
It was him.
I was shocked, but it felt so right.
Our tongues swept for a moment, and the kiss was over.

"Stay with me another night?"

He held me close and whispered in my ear.
He gripped my hand I formed around his hand; locking in place.
I almost whimpered; I think I did.

"Yes, I want to."

He seemed satisfied, and kissed the top of my head.

This is so..
incredible.
Am I in love?
Yes..

"Vic, you're making me happy."

You're making me happy, Liam.

I couldn't respond to that..
I fell asleep.
I couldn't help it...

-.-End-.-