Stranger Love

n u m b e r t h r e e

CAMRYNS POV

Sizzles.

Awakened by the noise of sizzles is not very normal, may I tell you.

It's also not normal to have a very large and tall and might I add handsome boy laying right next to you and staring into your eyes like he want's to kill you.

Not very normal.

So I get up, flustered, to go on an adventure to see what the sizzling noise is.

I don't get very far on my adventure, sadly, because my hand is seized into a tiny little ball of a very large pre-adult man's hand.

Am I in a dream? Because no one ever has ever done this ever in my life. Did I say ever? Yeah- everrrr.

My head whips back to look at the person who grasped my hand ever so slightly (not really). There he was, the great, the almighty, the man who saved my life (from being raped) Kinda. Not really.). He looked at me with his usual, cold, stern, face. Then he just dropped his hand from my grasp. He shifted to his side of the bed and sat up. I walked out of the room, awkwardly.

And then my thoughts of his hands flooded my brain.

Warm. No- cold. No. Lukewarm? Yes.

Rough? Smooth? Both? No. Rough. Rough. Definitely. But not too rough. It was like he was always doing something with his hands. Playing the guitar? No. I have never seen a guitar in this house. Drawing? No art on his desks. It was like he was always gripping something.

He held it firmly. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to hold someone's hand comfortably. Or at least- it was comfortable with me.

It was not sweaty. You know how hands get sweaty when you hold them? Just li

"Princess! You want bacon?" Kyle yelped from the living room. I shook my head. Then I yelped back "NO THANK YOU." because I realized he couldn't see me. It was awkward telling him that. My friends made fun of me for not enjoying bacon. I found the sour, sensational, savoury flavor of bacon... well... how to put this nicely... not sensational or sour or savoury. When I ate it my stomach felt horrible. I just couldn't. It's like eating too much chocolate or candy or just eating too much. I couldn't handle it.

I started to head into the kitchen with just my pajamas that I slipped on in the bathroom the night before. They were white and had light blue polka-dots on them. The pants were the same. The shirt was just button down.

Kyle handed me a mug of coffee. "Do whatever you want with it." He told me.

I looked around the room for sugar once I tasted the coffee. It already had sugar in it. But not enough.

I scavenged the room for the sugar, successfully finding what I needed. I took a spoon from the counter and scooped the sugar from the bag, dipping it into my mug. I sipped the coffee. Not enough. I repeated the steps until it was perfect. Made to perfection.

I went upstairs with my mug and stepped inside the room, where Grant had disappeared. Probably to go to camp. I just got my suitcase, so I was happy. Now I had my phone. I unlocked it.

What? No signal?

I shrugged and threw on an outfit.

I put on a red and dark blue plaid button down shirt, some ripped booty shorts, matched with black boots, a white and black (kinda) headband, and some cute sunglasses. Satisfied with my outfit, I stuffed my phone into my pocket and collected my bag full of unorganized pencils and my sketchbook.