Chapter 4: Why are you naked!?

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Lydia's POV

I'm back home and I can't wait to get started on my art studio.

"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled entering the house, no one responded. I fished my phone from my pocket and called her.

"Hello" she greeted.

"Where are you?"

"You're home early. I thought you be late, I went out to buy some groceries but I'll be back soon." She said

"Ok, bye" I hung up quickly not waiting for an answer, great now I can do what I want, no questions asked. I walked to my room and picked two boxes full of my art stuff, I was going to bring it to the garage but now I have my art studio!

I went behind the house and to the guest house. I opened the door and what I saw shocked me.

There was a fully naked Elliot standing there facing me.

"Oh my God!" I screamed dropping the boxes and closing my eyes. "What are you doing here!?" I was panicking, two words 'stranger danger'.

"You can look now." I opened my eyes to see him wearing a towel around his waist. I could feel my face heat up.

"Why are you here?" I asked him again.

"I live here now." He casually said.

"What do you mean you live here now?" I was getting very irritated.

"Your parents rented me this very small house." He went to the mini fridge and got a bottle of water out.

"But why!? You already have a house. A very big house that is." This is not fare, this was going to be my art studio.

"I ran away from home, they would definitely not find me here."

"Why did you ran away? Elliot you do know you are a grown adult right? You could move out already." I tried looking at his face, this was a very uncomfortable situation.

"Is none of your business, plus I did move out" he pointed the obvious, well that was rude.

"Oh ok, well you wouldn't mind if I went to your house and tell your father where you are would you?" I asked going outside.

"You wouldn't dare!" He warned.

"Try me" I said walking out the guest house and heading to the house.

I was marching to the house when something hit my back, making me stumble. I looked behind me and the ground.

"Did you just hit me with a water bottle!?" I glares at him. He just had that stupid smirk on his face. I walked faster this time getting closer to the house when something big and wet fell on me.

"Get of me!" I yelled. He put his hand on my mouth and helped me up, dragging me to the guest house. I quickly kick him and he let go of me.

"What is your problem?" I yelled at him.

"Please be quiet." Elliot said getting up. "You can't tell my father. I can't tell you why I moved out but please don't tell him."

Seeing him beg made me feel bad. I was just joking when I said I was going to tell his father, I just wanted to know why live here if he has a huge house.

"Ok" I told him. Picking the boxes off the floor. "I will just put my stuff in the garage."

"Yeah... about that, I rented the garage too." I gave him my 'are you kidding me look'

"Sorry, I need to hide my car." He said rubbing his leg where I kick him.

"Ugh!" I screamed and walked out.
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"Why didn't you guys tell me?" I asked my parents sitting at the table.

"Lydia he will pay good money for the guest house, that money can be used for college."

"I guess so." I said, especially now that I don't have my income.

"Now be a good neighbor and bring him something to eat." she said fixing up a plate for him.

"We have to feed him too?" I argued. She just gave me a look.

I went to the guest house and knocked on the door. "Come in" I heard him say.

"Hey, I brought you so- why are you naked!?" I yelled looking away. He was only in his briefs.

"I'm not naked. I'm half naked."

"Well put some clothes on." I told him.

"You are such a prude." he said laughing. "You can look now."

"Here" I turn around and gave him the plate.

"Thanks" he said taking the plate.

"Well goodnight." I said annoyed closing the door.

"Night" he chuckle

I went inside the house and to my room. I picked up my phone and called Amy to tell her about this crazy day.

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