I look up at the blanket of stars; the small angels are shining like always; a sign of the heavenly presence. The clear and peaceful night is interrupted as a wave of laugher distracts me.

"I don't believe he said that," Blare, the new girlfriend of Jacob, cheers. We have all gathered in our house; Jacob ordered pizza and we have all sat on the porch together.

"I don't really know him," Anna murmurs. She's so kind and loving that she can't judge anyone. I don't think I have heard her say a bad thing for someone.

"Do you know him?" Blare asks her boyfriend who raises hie shoulders in defeating manner. I take a small piece of the crust of the pizza on the exterior before I feel hands on my waist. I glance at Corbyn who has leaned closer to me and with one quick move, he sits me on his lap.

My soul melts at the gesture and I rest my head on his chest chewing.

"I do but I'm not the one you should ask. He's Corbyn's cousin," Blare's eyes widen as her lips form a small circle in surprise.

"Christian is your cousin?" She asks and Corbyn just nods. He hasn't said much this evening making me worried about what might have happened with his lawyer. Every time he goes, he returns thoughtful, worried, and concerned. And he never wants to talk about it with me.

"Really? What do you think of him?" Corbyn's arms tighten his grip around me bringing me closer to his body.

"We don't like each other much. I had never shared a special bond with him or something,"

"Why?" Noah questions frowning.

"We never really saw things eye to eye," My angel explains casually.

"But he's your cousin,"

"Says the boy who had never spoken to his cousin ever until she came here," Corbyn retaliates.

"We had spoken before she came and she was living across the country. Christian goes to the same high school as you,"

"I had come here?" I ask Noah ignoring the small banter that takes place between them.

"Yea, you don't remember?"

"No," I reply. "I thought my first day here was the first time we met,"

"You don't seriously remember when we met?" I shake my head frowning. My brain runs through the old dusked drawers of my mind to recall my first time here but I don't find anything.

"I'm wounded right now," Noah mumbles placing his hand above his bleeding heart.

"Okay, tell me. How we met?"

"No, you don't deserve to know," He fires back as a smile threatens to form on his lips.

"I don't remember either," Jacob says.

"Aren't you from here?" Blare asks stopping our repartee.

"No, I was living in Chicago," I explain smiley.

"I heard it's beautiful there,"

"It is," I reassure her as my mind floods with memories and images of my house, my friends, and my parents. Tears well up at the corner of my eyes but I blink.

"I had visited but I had never gone where you live," Anna says.

"We're not done," I mouth to Noah who sticks his tongue out to me narrowing his brown warm eyes.

"Why did you fight those guys today?" Anna asks what I have been wanting to know but I did not get the chance to ask.

Corbyn drops his head on my neck locking his lashes. I peer at him wondering what happened that upset him like that. I slide my arms around him running my fingers through his hair.

"We had an argument in soccer that was stopped by our coach and let's just say they wanted to finish it. Cyle started it, we couldn't just let him alone."

A soft moan sounds from Corbyn's throat as I knot his hair when a car stops right outside our house. The trees of the garden lighten up from the headlights. After a few seconds, footsteps sound revealing my aunt and uncle.

"Hey guys," My aunt smiles greeting us all.

"Was the dinner with the Walker's alright?"

"It was okay," My uncle states looking at his wife. She seems to be a little nervous as she clears her throat and turns to us.

"Since I found you all here, I want to discuss something with you,"

"Did someone die?" Jacob cries taking in her careful tone.

"Jesus Christ," My uncle mumbles. "Nobody died,"

"I just want to make some ground rules. Since all of you are in a relationship right now, I want to be sure. I don't have a problem with you coming over or going out but I would really like it if no one stayed overnight," My heart sinks as I blink at her. This can not be happening.

"Oliver is just a kid and I want to keep him away from all the adult's habits. He's very young and I want to keep him innocent at that age. You can all stay here until twelve-thirty,"

Nobody talks for a few seconds until we all realize what she just said and we all start uttering different words of complaint or entreaties.

"Guys," My uncle's voice stops the chaos of voices restoring the silence.

"I get that no one wants that, we had both been at that age but Oliver is very young to be introduced to this world. Dates and dinners are fine but staying over are not that simple."

"Mum," Oliver's sweet voice sounds, and my aunt leaves entering the house. I look at Corbyn with terrorizing eyes full of agony. My hands tremble when my eyes fill with the image of blood. The last time we slept apart I saw my parents in the car accident and I was in the back seat. My angel came and drag me out only to be shot the second I was out.

"That's not fair, you didn't have any problem with that a week ago," Jacob grunts with a frown on his brow. He has sat straight on his chair looking directly at his father.

"She has been thinking about it for a while. I wouldn't have agreed but she has a point." His eyes turn on us.

"I get that your situation is quite different but I'm afraid if I let you it won't be fair to my sons," I try to push myself to speak but I can't seem to find my voice. I can't remember how I'm supposed to use words. I just stay still gaping at my uncle sensing the fear creeping slowly and painfully in my system.

I gaze at Noah who kisses Anna before she gets inside her car. Noah stands in the same spot watching her go until her car disappears in the road becoming a distant blur of light in the distance. He smiles at me getting inside the house.

I tighten my grip on my angel sealing my eyelashes. His heartbeat is a static sound that eases every concerned part of me as his warmth fills my weak body. He strokes my back resting his head above mine.

"Blare would be perfect for you," I say hidden inside his embrace. "She's pretty, confident, the social type, and she's popular."

"Yea, not really my type," My angel mumbles and I lean up looking at his twinkling blue eyes.

"You have a type?" He hums.

"At least I thought I had," He smirks placing a strand of my hair behind my ear. I frown at his words causing him to chuckle. "Don't worry, baby. You're the polar opposite of it," His grin makes my heart thud stronger but my confusion and need for more information don't allow me to tear our eye contact.

"What was your type?" He shakes his head as if he's weighing his answer before his eyes fall on mine.

"I had a thing for confident, noisy, and boisterous girls,"

I'm nothing of the above. "But I ended up falling in love with a quiet, sensitive, little girl," His eyes are more glassy than before as love has crept in them.

"What happened today?" I whisper. His grin falls and I bite my bottom lip for ruining the moment but I need to know.

"The same," He has a frown and I'm not sure he's aware of it. His hands have stopped caressing me and wrap my waist instead. I feel a rush of coldness dash over me making me shudder. I clasp his head in my hands and his blurry eyes meet mine again.

"What don't you ever talk to me about it?"

"Because I don't want to. I don't want you to fucking get in the middle of this. It's sickening to me and I have gone through it a million times. Why do you keep insisting on it?" His body has stiffened against mine once again and his features are painted by annoyance, and I'm the reason behind it this time.

"Because I care for you. You hardly spoke this evening. I worry about you and I can't help you if you don't tell me what the problem is,"

"I didn't ask you to help me," I take a step backward and his hands fall.

"You didn't have to, Corbyn. You didn't ask me to run to you in school not to get caught and end up expelled either but I did. I want to be there for you." He leans his head back looking up at the endless black sky. His chest moves rapidly and I know he's trying to control himself from exploding. I shake my head.

"Sorry, won't ask again," I state and he looks down frowning. "If you'll stop talking to me then I won't ask. I don't want you to feel burdened to share things with me. I want you to want to open up to me. And now you don't, so until you do, I'm not going to bring it up again. Okay?"

His scowl deepens as he titles his head to the side studying me closely.

"You're mad, aren't you?" He asks narrowing his eyes.

"No, I'm not. I promise I won't say anything like that again."

"You are mad," He states and I roll my eyes.

"Do you see my lips saying that?" He chuckles.

"Prove it," I stare at him not comprehending the challenge in his proposal. "Kiss me,"

I close the distance and peck my lips on his rapidly; just so they hardly touch. His arms glide around me but I flee. I walk towards the house leaving him behind. I eye the illuminated window on the second floor and my heart clenches at the thought of a possible nightmare creeping into my sleep.

"Love you," I cry as I hear the silvery door of the garden closing. In a few steps, a hand grasps mine swirling me. I fall on his chest gasping at the speed of his moves. The image of his eyes sends goosebumps on my skin.

"When you say those words to me, I want you to look me in the eyes." He orders softly before he takes my mouth against his. He drags me closer to his body until we become one. His tongue runs along my bottom lip before it invades my mouth. He kisses me passionately and I hold on from his shirt feeling the tension and desire crushing through me. He doesn't break the kiss and my lugs burn pleading for some oxygen.

I pull away but he doesn't let me go away, our lips almost touching as his forehead touches mine and I inhale the air he exhales.

"I think..." I clear my throat not recognizing my own voice. "I think I should go inside," I look up at him.

"Not just yet,"

His lips land on mine all over again but this time he lifts me and I bind myself on him. I feel him all over me and the heat of his flesh blazes my whole being in a way I didn't think was possible.