But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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Her pare...
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Sam had stayed with us, for two more days, before Peter told us that Eli would be back.
Eli lived by himself, and was looking a for a new roommate.
Obviously, Sam didn't have anywhere to live, his parents had just left. I still hadn't gotten the story out of him. But Eli had gladly taken up the offer on rooming with Sam.
I think we were all a little more hopeful then. Sam's bruises and cuts were not completely healed, but some of the swelling had gone down.
I had stayed with Sam, but now, it was time to go back to the streets.
It had been a pretty long time since then, but now, I had a bike, clothes, books. Stuff. Stuff I could call my own.
"My man! Welcome to the house!" Eli said, walking into the flat.
"Hey," Sam said. "Sorry for-"
"Nah, nah, don't you worry," Eli laughed.
Sam smiled a little.
"I've heard about you at school. Aren't you rich as f-"
"Not anymore," Peter interrupted, shooting Eli a look. He closed his mouth.
They had definitely talked before this about Sam.
"Shall we go?" Peter asked me, causing me to gather my things. "Your bike is in my trunk."
I nodded.
We walked out the door, huffing at the cold December air.
"It's almost Christmas," Peter said. "We're having a small party. Julie's invited. Eli's invited. Sam too. And a few others."
Julie.
We had avoided each other for a long time. I was pretty sure that our friendship was over. Which stinked.
"When is it?" I asked.
"It's in 2 days. I would have told you earli-" Peter explained.
"I'll go." I said, pulling the bicycle out.
Peter came over to help me. "Really?"
I smiled at him, giving him my answer silently.
Peter gave me a side hug. "You want a ride to the shelter? You could come stay with us."
I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. See you on Monday, Maddens. Have a nice weekend."
Peter shook his head at me, grinning. "See you,"
He tugged at the coat he had gifted me, before stumbling into the drivers seat of his car.
