Chapter 19
Bob walked in behind me and I shut the door.
"I’ll take you home in a minute. First I have to empty my pockets and see if my brother’s here," I told Bob.
He nodded and I walked back into my room to take my jacket off. After I threw it on my bed I walked down the hall and knocked on my brother’s door. No one answered so I peeked in to see that his bed was empty and he was no where to be found. I shrugged and walked back out past Bob to the caller ID to see if anyone called. No one had but my brother had left a note saying that he went to the hospital again. I felt a sudden pang of guilt but I forgot about it when I turned to see Bob sitting on my couch. The feeling that I had felt suddenly came back to me as our eyes met like they had earlier. My eyes glazed over and I went into my little dream world again. I could tell he was doing the same. I shook my head clearing away the thoughts and then walked up to him.
"Um, why did you tell him that out there?"
"What?" I asked.
"That I was your boyfriend."
"So he’d get off my back mainly. I’m sorry if that offended you or something," I looked down shyly again.
Why did I do that? I am never shy around guys! What the hell?!
"Oh no!" he told me putting up his hands for the extra effect. "It totally didn’t offend me, I was just wondering. It was just odd because, well I’ve never had a girlfriend before and it just sounded weird I guess."
He blushed and I smiled sympathetically.
"Really? How old are you?"
"15. How old are you?" he asked me.
"16. I just moved here like last week." I told him.
"You know Hanson?"
"Yeah," I smiled thinking of Taylor. "They’re really nice guys, most of the time, but they’re just looking for friends."
"You mean they don’t have any?" Bob looked shocked.
"Well, I suppose not. I don’t think anyone wants to hang around them because of their schedules but I’m sure they really do. I just haven’t met any."
"Oh, well, uh," he looked down.
I wanted to ask him about what I know we had both felt back there at the club. But instead I asked him,
" How did you get involved with that group anyway?"
"Well, I sort of spied on them and," he told me the whole story.
The next time I looked at the clock it was going on 12, but Bob didn’t seem any hurry to leave. To tell you the truth I really didn’t want him to leave.
"So where do you live and I’ll take you home?" I offered him.
"Oh that’s alright. I’ll walk," he told me.
"No it’s not safe! I can’t let you do that. Not after what had happened tonight."
"Well," he looked away from me. "I kind of don’t have a home."
My ears were numb. Did I hear him correctly? He is homeless?
"What?"
"Well, actually I ran away from home," he finally confessed. "I can’t go back there, but I’ll just leave now if you want me to."
Even though I knew that was a line for me to reply so that he wouldn’t have to go, I bought it.
"No, stay," I told him taking his arm and pulling him back into the living room. "You can’t just go out and wonder the streets! It’s dangerous!"
"I know but I can’t stay with you. It doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’m invading your home."
"No, you’re not. I promise, but you can’t go," I said to him as we both sat back on the couch again. "Why did you run away?"
"Mainly because I wasn’t happy anymore, no one respected me, and I couldn’t have any friends," I told me.
"You mean your parents wouldn’t let you have any friends?" I asked unsurely.
"No, especially girlfriends," he replied. "So I just ran away, but now I’m beginning to think that it wasn’t such a good idea."
"It really wasn’t Bob! You should go back! They are probably worried sick about you!" I urged him.
His situation with his parents made me think a lot about mine.
"But see I just can’t, Janie! That’s it because then it’ll all go back to the way it used to be and I’ll have no freedom again." Bob retorted.
"I understand."
"You do?"
I nodded. "Yes, and you can stay here as long as you want to."
"Thank you so much," he looked at me with sincere eyes. "You don’t know how much that means to me. I’ve just felt like I’ve been running my whole life and then when I met you, everything just stopped."
My heart melted. Such words he said. He must’ve been like a writer because his intellect was far greater than any guys I have ever dated had been!
"Really?" I replied quietly.
"Yes, and I know this will sound really strange but," he swallowed, "when we were at the club did you like, um . . ."
"Did I feel a strange attraction to you that I’ve never felt before in my whole entire life?" I answered for him.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide and his mouth utterly speechless for the second time that night. I just smiled and he blushed again lightly. It was as if we had read each other’s minds.
"How did you know? Did you . . ." he tried to speak but everything was just coming out in jumbles.
"Yes, I felt it too, Bob." I looked at my hands and then back at him.
"Woah," he sat back against the couch. "I never believed in love at first sight until now."
He said turning to me. I looked into his deep brown eyes and watched his jaw line move as he talked. His tan skin went solely with his beautiful brown locks. Our gazes had met and now it left only one thing.
"Same here," I breathed lightly against his cheek practically as we got closer together.
Our eyes were on each other’s lips hoping that they would magically collide. Finally as if we were both in a dream the soft touch of his sweet lips were upon mine and the sensation had been reborn.
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