A/n hi guys...I'm not dead. I'm here!!! Sorry I was busy with school work.
Recap...I turned around and saw one of the most amazing looking humans I've ever seen.
"Hi?" I was brought back to reality when he spoke. My face burned from embarrassment.
"Y-Yes?" I stuttered, looking him up and down. He wore a loose fitting, maroon shirt, some black skinny jeans, maroon vans, a black beanie and some glasses.
'He's cute' I thought smiling on the inside.
"Uhhh...do you need a place to stay?" He rubbed the back of his neck, blush covering his cheeks.
"Uhh...yeah...but I'm broke."
"Well, my house has a guest room. You could stay there....if you want.." I looked behind me at the lady behind the desk. She was flat out ignoring us.
"But I don't even know you.." I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Yeah but I'd like to get to know you. You seem interesting, in a good way." He smiled at me and my insides churned.
'This is too good to be true.."
"OK but if you try anything, I'll hurt you." I said laughing. He giggled and it was the cutest thing in the world.
"Come on." He held out his hand and gave me another smile. I grabbed it and he pulled me out of the hotel, to his red Chevrolet. I climbed in and buckled my seatbelt. The boy climbed into the drivers seat and started the truck. He buckled his seatbelt and pulled away from the hotel.
"I'm Layne by the way." He kept his eyes on the road but gave me another heart warming smile.
"I'm Jasmine." I looked out the window, trying not to think about Amber and our trip to the movies before her death. I closed my eyes and let my mind go somewhere else. I was brought back when I heard the radio switch on. The song "Sweater Weather" by the Neighborhood was playing. Without thinking, I started singing.
"Cause all I am, is a man.
I want the world, in my hands.
I hate the beach, but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand."
I kept singing, forgetting all about Layne. The song ended and I opened my eyes. I looked over at Layne and he smiled
"Wow...You're amazing."
"What? No...not really." I blushed and looked down at my hands.
"Come on, we're here." I looked up and my eyes widened. His house was HUGE!
"...wow..." I unbuckled myself and climbed out of the truck. Layne looked over at me and smiled.
"Race ya!" He took off down the long drive way but I easily caught up. I ended up winning and laughing at Layne as he tried to catch his breath. He kept muttering how is knee is hurt and that's how I won.
He unlocked the door and walked inside. I was amazed. His living room was well furnished and decorated. It was beautiful.
"Your room is upstairs. I'll show you." He walked through the living room and started climbing the stairs. I followed him, not wanting to get lost. We arrived at the guest room and I have to say, it's big. I turned towards Layne and wrapped him in a hug. He returned it by wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing me back, careful not to hurt me.
"Thank you so much! I'd probably be on the streets, if you hadn't been so kind!" I let him go and sat on the bed.
"Its no problem. I love helping people. Especially girls who have blood I their hair." I laughed and he sat down on the desk by the bed.
"So, what's your story?"
"It's kinda sad. My sister committed suicide 2 years ago. My mom is still...messed up about it. She doesn't have know what to do, so now she drinks. She got ticked off at me and smashed a Vodka bottle over my head. Put me in the hospital. I went to a hotel to find a place to stay when I got out and met you. My dad is away on business, so he's useless right now."
Layne got up and walked over to me. He kneeled down in front of me and brought his hand to my face. He wiped away a tear that had slipped down my cheek.
"I'm so sorry Jasmine."
"Its OK..if all that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met you." I smiled at him, trying to show him I'm OK.
"Can I borrow some clothes? I'd like to take a shower. Ya know, get the blood out of my hair."
"Sure. I'll be right back." He walked out of the room, across the hall. I got up and walked into the bathroom connected to my room. I looked in the mirror and saw a different me. Sure I still had my green eyes and my short, light brown hair. But I looked tired and blood stained my hair.
"Here. I'll be downstairs." Layne handed me a navy blue jumper, some black basketball shorts, and a towel.
"Thanks." I took the clothes and towel and shut the door. I could hear Layne going down stairs, probably to watch TV in the living room.
I got undressed and hopped into the shower. I experimented with the temperatures until I found the perfect one. I washed my hair, getting rid of the blood that stained it. I forgot about the cuts on my head, so they stung when the water hit them. The pain went away quickly though. When I was clean, I stepped out and wrapped the towel around me. I dried my self off and put my bra and panties on. I slipped on the jumper and shorts and looked in the mirror. They were big on me but they'd work.
"Hey Jasmine?" I was drying my hair with the towel when Layne yelled from downstairs. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure! I'd love to!" I put my dirty clothes and the towel in the hamper and walked out of the room.
'How'd my life get to this. Living with a stranger because I'm scared to face my own family....my life's a mess.'
A/n sorry I haven't updated in a while but I'm gonna try to update more. Please remember to vote and comment if you like the story!!! Love you!! Bye!
