Jamie's POV

"Hello?" I call out into my apartment. After a painfully long early shift at the bakery I gladly kick my worn out shoes off by the door, and take a deep breath.

Is the mysterious guy still here?

The couch is empty, and I don't find him in his usual spot eating in the kitchen. Poking my red head between the white curtains high over my bed I find my bed empty, but a messy heap of sheets.

He's gone?

Dropping onto my unmade bed I try to ignore the disappointment making my heart clench up in my chest. He did say one more night, I shouldn't be surprised he's gone. I didn't even know his name, he was just a big mystery who I pepper sprayed.

Maybe he was just a big stress induced hallucination.

Although, it was really nice to come home to someone. It was really nice to eat dinner with someone. It was really nice to fall asleep, and wake up next to someone. It really was nice to care about someone else.

It's only been two days, and I let myself get use to this. I let my hopes get high, over whatever this was.

Riley's POV

"Damn it!" I grunt, groceries falling all over my worn out converses. Fighting the urge to angrily kick the bread I suck it up, and pick up all the fallen food scattered all over the stairs. Six fucking floors. How does Jamie climb all these stairs every day? It's even more challenging with an armful of grocery bags. The bottom of my feet dully ache after my hike by the time I reach Jamie's door on the top floor.

Is Jamie still frosting cupcakes or whatever at work? Or is she home? Whatever, I'll just pick the locks. It'll be helpful if I had my own key. There's been one too many times where I found myself locked out. Careful not to break the eggs, I gently lower the grocery bags at the door, and jab thin picks always stashed away in my pocket into her lock. It's an old lock, rusty and heavy against my picks. It's miracle she can turn her key at all. She should call her land lord or a lock smith.

With a satisfying click, I swing her door open wide. Jamie comes running over with an old baseball bat high over her red head.

"I thought you left. I thought you were some robber or something." Jamie says, lowering the bat. She isn't exactly wrong. "Did you break in?" She groans at opened door.

"Do you even know how to properly use that, Babe Ruth?" I joke, trying not to laugh at the scared expression on her freckled face. Also, purposely ignoring her accusation of the picked locked.

"Yup." She answers, swinging the bat carefully above her shoulders, hands tight at the bottom. Impressive. Pepper spray, and a bat. Self defensive is usually the last priority for girls. If someone is looking for a fight Jamie is ready. Hopefully she won't apologize while doing it like she did with me.

"Just don't nurse them back to health. Not everyone is as nice as me." I say, walking past me into her kitchen with the bags.

"But you're not very nice." Jamie says cheekily with a grin. I open my mouth to retort, but close it when I realize she's right. All my bad decisions, and actions come racing back to me. I have broken a handful of laws, and a lot of other's bones and lives. I was going to shoot Jamie just the other night over a register in a bakery. She shoot first, with pepper spray and a heart of gold.

I am a bad person.

"Shut up." I grumble.

"But you bought groceries and that is nice." She says, eyeing the brown paper bags. That actually brightens up my mood a little, sends tingles from my heart to toes, but I won't admit that to Jamie or anyone. Ever.

"I couldn't keep living in Veggietales anymore so I brought real food." I pull out of Mac & Cheese. "Plus, I finished most of your food." I admit. I felt guilty, and the next thing I was at the nearest supermarket buying a cart full of food.

"Don't worry, I didn't buy any meat." I add. The pleasantly surprised expression on Jamie's freckled face sends my stomach into nervous flips that makes me sick. I can't stand this feeling. All it leaves in it's wake is insecurities, inconvenience, and annoyance.

"That's really nice of you." Jamie breathes.

A/N

Just want to remind everyone that groceries average on $80 to $300.