You sat there for a moment, confused as to what they could actually be talking about in the kitchen. Without even thinking, within a split second even, you found your self crawling across the floor to go stand by the archway that lead into the kitchen. Out of sight of Keaton and Wesley, you stood up and pressed your ear against the wall.
"So, who is that Wes?"
"It's this girl I bumped into at the mall yesterday."
"So why is she here?"
"I like her."
"Oh, she's really pretty, but why did you wanna talk to me?"
"Keaton, look, she's different, she's afraid of something, I felt it when I hugged her, I don't know what it is, but I want you to find out."
"How, and why me?"
"She won't wanna tell me, girls don't like talking to boyfriends about their past, become her friend, get close to her. Please?"
"I guess I can try, what do you think she's afraid of?"
"I'm honestly not quite sure, Keat, but she's afraid of something, terrified actually, maybe even of someone."
"Okay, I'll find out."
"Thanks bro."
You got back on the floor, and crawled quickly to where you were sitting.
A few seconds later, Wesley came in smiling. "Hey beautiful, I'm sorry."
You smiled back. "It's okay, everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine."
"Okay." You looked at Wesley, and he grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him. He wrapped your arms around his neck, and grabbed your waist. At that moment, you started shaking, a feeling of terror running through your body. Wesley was right, you were terrified of something. Someone actually.
