Never Shout Never

Chapter 2

He had eyes that seemed to hold me as if they were the only thing to hold on to if an earthquake decided to strike. Yeah, that's the kind of eyes I'm talking about. They were such a light green you would almost think you imagined the colour and were currently staring at me ; half shocked the other amused. Amused? Oh he must have noticed I was staring at him.

"Hi!" I decided to go for the happy chipper sort of person, which completely clashed with the nervous, I-want-to-run-and-hide feelings I had going on at the moment but let's not not scare the poor boy, no pun intended.

" My name's Amber," He know had an incredulous expression etched upon his (god sculpted) face, and continued to stare at me as if I had killed his cat and not told him about the funeral. Another thing you should know about me is that I don't like awkward silences unless I created them, so I was currently incredibly uncomfortable at this moment in time so I did a ,what my mum liked to call , open my mouth and let my belly rumble. And yes ladies and gentlemen, I did the unthinkable, I talked about the weather. With a stranger. Point goes to me!

"I mean it should be warmer! It's the middle of July for rubber duck's sake, what is mother nature thinking! I bet she's just in a bad mood and decided to take it out on the world..." It went on for about five minutes and I'm not that horrible a person to tell you all about it.

" Do you ever stop talking?" interrupted my rant on penguins, yes I moved on to a lighter topic, and now it was my turn to be shocked.

"Or is it a sort of constant thing that goes on until you run out of batteries like a toy?" said the smirking homeless boy.

Blushing furiously, a trait I got from mummy dearest, I mumbled something along the lines of,"Oh shut up! No wait! Keep talking, hang on that sounds weird but it's incase you're one of the people that actually shuts up when somebody tells them to and I don't want you to do that because I want to know your name. So aye keep talking please."

I go on a bit when I'm nervous but who doesn't? My jitteriness seemed to amuse him as his grin became wider and he showed some strangely white teeth.

" My name is Harry Drew, and thanks for the hot chocolate," he replied as he took a sip," Not that I'm not grateful for the company but why are you here?"

" Nice to meet you Harry. Are you American or something? I can tell you're trying to fake a Scottish accent mate and to be perfectly honest it its not for happening," I asked curiously. I was only asking because his accent even though a very good fake just slipped up a little when he said his name, not that it was listening to his beautiful gravely voice whilst trying to keep my eyes off of his surprisingly taunt muscles or anything.

"How'd you guess? The name right? Damn, I thought I had it," he asked shaking his head slightly at his mistake as if he was actually disappointed ? The movement made his hair fall over his eyes and as he pouted he looked adorable in a Christopher Drew kinda way. Oh my pancakes! Imagine if they were related, I would die! It's impossible though but how cool would that be.

" Don't try and change the subject shorty. Why are you here?" Harry said interrupting me again, completely forgetting about his "accent" and narrowing his gorgeous eyes at me, damn I need control over my hormones. Damn him as well for asking that question I didn't want him to know that I felt sorry for him some people hate pity.

" Eh..well..you see...there is a slight possibility that ...ehhhh....oh look a purple pig!" I said somewhat coherently, jumping to my feet to run in the opposite direction back to the main street when Harry caught my wrist in his grasp.

"I'm sixteen not four I'm not going to fall for that sit back down shorty,"

"Meh, and I'm not short! Five foot is a perfectly acceptable height!"

" Yeh for an eleven year old , I on the other hand am five ten so you shorty are short now sit," he teased as he tugged on my hand. After plopping myself down again I finally realised how horrible and filthy the ground was and a new wave of pity crashed over me.

My face must have betrayed what I was thinking because he took in a sharp breath and dropped my wrist while looking everywhere else apart from me.

" You felt sorry for me?" he whispered

" Well yeah...no...that's not it.. It's just that well, I hate seeing people without a place to call home and you looked so close to my age that I couldn't help myself from coming over to you," I tried to explain to him but he still looked really uncomfortable and the guilt that I had caused him this was eating me up inside. Harry does she most surprising thing I've seen him do yet and that was smile and through his arms around my body.

" I'm glad you came over Amber, I really am," He mumbles into my hair while running his hands up and down my back.

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Short I know but at least it's something , right? Can I just say I'm doing this for fun and I know Im not thebest writer in the world so please don't critise me too much also I'm 14 and I have things at come before this so updates won't be often just thoughtid let you lovely people know!

Ttfn ta ta for know!