Torn [Smosh Fanfiction]

Chapter 2- People are being, nice to me?

-Anthony's POV-

I never really believed in love at first sight, until I met her.

"So where do you live?" I asked, breaking the silence.

Ian shot me a why-the-hell-did-you-do-that? look. I shrugged it off.

"Nowhere really."

"What do you mean by nowhere?"

"Like, I don't have a home."

"How?"

"I just don't!" She snaps.

Less than 5 minutes in; she already hated us.

"Who are you anyway?" she asked, interjecting my train of thought. In retrospect, maybe I should have told her that before asking where she lived.

"Oh, uh, I'm Anthony, and this is my friend Ian."

"Uh, yea, hi." said Ian while awkwardly holding out his hand, expecting her to shake it. She looked at it for a second and shook back.

"Hi. I'm Samantha."

Once again, another awkward silence, what the fuck?

I talked to new people like smosh fans all the time, no awkward silences. Then, of all moments, why, of all needed times for once of me or Ian's outgoingness to shine, were there so many of them?

Because I was afraid of saying the wrong thing?

-Ian's Pov-

"So you don't have a home?" I asked, breaking the silence once again.

"Yea."

"Again, how?"

She paused. Like she was trying to remember; or make up a lie.

"My, uh, parents kicked me out at 18."

"Why?"

"They said I was too uh, old to be living with them."

"Harsh."

"I guess."

Once again, silence.

why did that keep happening?

"Do you need a place to stay?" Interjected Anthony, "Promise we aren't rapists."

She smiled. "I dunno, you seem like the rapist type to me."

Anthony gave her one of those half-smiles that make all the girls melt. Seeing that was like a stab in the side.

"Well, uh, we arent." I awkwardly said, trying to stop Anthony from doing anything to make Samantha fall in love with him or something.

"OK, ok, I'll take your word for it. I guess I could use a place to stay, to try and get back on my feet." she smiled, "But why do you want to help me?"

"Because we're nice."

She smiled at him, Anthony smiled back at her, it killed me on the inside just to see it.

"Should we head home then, Ian?"

"I guess." I muttered, kicking the dirt from under my feet.

-Samantha's POV-

The one question I still had was; why did they want to help me?

"So Samantha, did you live in Sacramento before your parents kicked you out?" asked the tall outgoing one, Anthony.

"Yes," I lied, I was ready to put my past behind me, and make up a whole new one.

"What school did you go to?"