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Hazel hadn't come home. The quirky text message she had sent me was about her going on  a road trip with one of her lovers all while starting her career as a Youtuber/ Instagrams model. I gave her my ultimate support by replying " K".

Hours passed and I tried to sleep.

That was until my stomach woke me up growling loudly. I rolled out of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor. Home was empty. The silence was suffocating. I kept the living room Tv on. I didn't like when the house was completely quiet. Even though I knew I was safe. Being home alone still freaked me out a bit. With sleepy eyes I opened the fridge.

I groan loudly.

" Just leave me here to starve-"

My words where cut short as I heard a light knock.

I looked over at the time on the stove 1:37 am.

Who's coming this late?

They knocked again this time harder than before.
Hazel?

Or worst....

DAD!

Damn it! I closed the fridge door quickly and looked around at the messy kitchen.

He'd flip if he saw it like this.

In full speed I grabbed the dishes practically throwing them in the dishwasher. I slam it shut rushing to the living room. I grab the blankets stuffing them in the hall closet.

Knock Knock!


I ran around the house trying to straighten up as much as I could.

" I'm coming!" I grab the remote changing the Tv from cartoons to National Geographic. 

Knock Knock!

Looking down at my outfit I grab Hazel's rob from the coat rack and wrap it around my body before finally going to the door. Forcing a smile I unlock it opening the door saying "Daddy you're home- Jasper!"

My eyes nearly feel out of my head as I caught sight of him. Certainly not what I was expecting. He was leaning against the door frame holding his side. His face bruised and his lip busted. His eyes where heavy struggling to hold up. " I m sorry I shouldn't have come here." Jasper coughed blood dropped from his lips " I'll go." Yet, he didn't his beaten body feel against mine struggling to hold up. He was the closes he had ever been with me. I closed the door with my foot. Lacing his arm around my shoulder. He towered over me his slim yet muscular frame was heavy.

" Jasper." Panic was in my voice. How it could not be! We where struggling to walk. I stopped and turned to him using my free hand to grip his face forcing him to look at me to look at my lips.

" Jasper I need you to walk baby, I can't carry you all the way." Baby. The words left my lips so naturally, so fluent. He was hurt, badly. But now wasn't the time to ask why or how. I just knew I needed to fix him. He used the hallway walls for support as we walked to my bedroom. The door was already open the bed clear in sight. I tried to sat him down gently but his large body crashed against the bed.

He groaned so loud, it hurt me to hear it. I had never heard that from him. He never raised his voice or hollered. The pain was evident.

" I'm sorry!" I cried out helping him back up. " I'm so sorry!" I repeated. Damn it I'm such a horrible nurse!

" It's."

" Okay." He reassured with with sharp breaths looking up at me still with heavy eyes. Looking at his condition I realized he would need a first aid kite. I hurried in my restroom digging through the cabinet to pull it out.

" Yes!" I said and then scampered back inside my room. Nearly choking on air.

Hot damn.

No ones suppose to be that gorgeous. My feet where stuck as he sat on MY bed shirtless. His bruised body was sculpted with a pair of abs that even I was shocked to see. Jasper wasn't the size of a quarterback or a football jock but damn he's far more sexier. He winched as he ran is fingers over his bruised ribs.




~ J A S P E R ~

She smelt like vanilla. Always. Her sweet scent was comforting, but her touch was electrifying. I'd been with girls, I'd kissed girls. Yet, none made me feel anything compared to her.

Her.

A crush. A girl I admired from a far, for far longer than she'd even known my existence. I saw her before she ever saw me. But when she did I questioned if it was real.

If the Deaf Boy had really caught the eye of The Golden Girl.

A beautiful girl, a talented girl, an amazing girl.

A girl out of my league.

Vanilla.

I smelt her as soon as she entered the room. I could feel those doe eyes watching me, burning against my skin. What would she think of me now?

Am I just some charity case?

I felt her soft steps as she approached the bed and looked up at her. Her silk pink rob was open, exposing her long bare legs and and pink panties.
She wore a white shirt that was see through.

Fuck.

I looked away. I shouldn't have starred for as long as I did. It was inappropriate, but damn it I couldn't help it. She kneeled in front of me holding the items from the first aid kit. Her beautiful face coming into views now that was something I could stare at. Something I could admire with out feeling guilt.

A face I had become so familiar with drawing time and time again.

Bliss.

I winched as the cold touch of alcohol touched my face. Her heads shuck nervously as she began cleaning my face. She didn't speak, I watched her lips but they never moved.

Maybe she's waiting on me to speak?

I opened my mouth yet words never came out.  She deserves an explanation. I just can't give her one. I always heard silence. But why did this one sound so different. I craved her words. But they never came. Her nerves drifted as she grew focus bandaging the wounds.

" I fell a lot." She said out the blew. My eyes looked at her in interest. Happy to see her speak.

I wonder what her voice sounds like?


" When I was younger. I practiced like crazy and I would always fall. My mom would make me bandage my self. Told me I had to learn to lick my own wounds." She chuckled as she reminisced over the memory. " I still fall though." She admitted. I fletch as her fingers trailed over my bruised ribs. Her had moved back instantly almost as if she was scared to hurt me. Her dark eyes where wide and fearful that she had inflicted more pain. I softly grabbed her wrist bringing it back. Her manicured fingers gazing over it sending sparks.

I liked her touch.

" Just more gracefully." She said continuing her thought. I watched as she spaced out, her finger wondering it tracing the brains on me forearm.Her face scrunched in curiosity trying to finger it out as she stopped at my tattoo. It wasn't large not a lot of people could see it. The small rose and the single eye that was underneath it. I winched lightly as she raised my arm to get a closer look. Panic struck her face.



" Sorry!" She exclaimed quickly letting it go scared she'd break me. She brushed a single hair behind her ear and nervously bit her lip.

It was strange to see the girl who walked with fire, walk on egg shelves.

For her to be timid.

Her lips twitched.

Say it.

She closed her mouth.

Damn it.

" I was jumped." She didn't speak. " I... I left the festival because my brother had ran into some guys he knew. They know he's dealing so they jumped us for it took the weed and money."

" Did you call the police! Get a good description we can't let them get away with it." She grabbed her phone ready to dial.

" You can't."

" Why not?" She asked innocently.

" Because my brother. He'd..." I sighed. Her face soften in realization. She sat on the bed next to me.
" He'd go to jail." She said lightly.

" Do... do you sell..." She looked around as if someone else would hear. I could tell she whispered the word as if it was profanity. " Drugs"  I could tell that the word to her felt... dirty. Kinsley was girl of a colorful vocabulary, but to see her restrain from using  a word as simple as "drugs"was different.

Of course it would be. Her world was different from mine.

" No!" I assured.

" Do you do them?" I couldn't help but notice how she moved back slightly as she asked. 

" No.... well I mean I've smoked weed a couple times in the past but I'm not a junky." Kinsley sighed in relief. " Good." She didn't speak for a while. Her legs where crossed as she sat next to me on the bed. Her dark hair in lose ponytail broadcasting her  gorgeous face.

" Not that I mind but, why did you come here?"

" I couldn't go home. I'm pissed off at everyone there. My brother manage to get away. I got the worst of it though. The bastard left me. I just didn't want to go home. Not yet. So I came here. I'm sorry for the inconvenience I didn't mean to wake you-"

" No it's fine. I'm glad you came here. You can stay here as long as you need. My Dad won't be home for a while. I doubt I'll even see him for Thanksgiving." I couldn't miss the sad look in her eye that she covered up with a chuckle. " And Hazel's on a road trip so it's really just me." She shrugged.

" Thanks."

Thanks. Really Jasper is that all you can say?

I watched as Kinsley picked the first aid kit back up she moved closer to me. Her scent invading me once again as she stood on her knees on the bed in order to match my height. Her soft fingers gently grabbed my face as she began cleaning it once more.
Her eyes never leaving mine.

Did she feel it to.

The attraction.

The sparks.



Time stood still.

She was close but I wanted her closer, much closer.
Her lips where pink and glistening, tempting even.

Was I moving closer or was it her?

I wanted her. More than I wanted anything else.
Those beautiful brown eyes looked as if they where inviting me. A crave, no a need spread through my body. I wanted her...I needed her.


Go for it.  And I did, I moved closer testing the waters our lips so close my hovering over each other.

This is it I thought.












Until she turned away.






She turned away running her hands through her hair she stumbled as she got out of the bed stepping back and bumping into the chair from her desk top.

What the hell just happened?

Kinsley nervously laughed. " You can umm. You can sleep in here tonight. I'll take uh Hazel's room. Good night." She awkwardly stumbled  again covering it up with a lightly laugh as she existed the room. Closing the door shut behind her.



" Fuck." I cursed

What the hell was I thinking?

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