The Safe House | TFIL

1 - The Stranger Next Door

(All of this is in Nate's POV)
(I am not Nate. That is not my name, nor is this character based of myself or anyone I know. This is not a self included fanfiction. Nate and his location is not true. This is just fanfiction. I do not believe everything Nate does, it's simply how I have his character portrayed)

I was outside

Outside with Tarron

We haven't been outside in a while

It's nice

I love the brush of the wind against my skin

And the burning sensation of the rays coming from the sun

And the sharp grass beneath my bare feet

And the smell of the pollen as bees carry it everywhere right under our noses

I love it all

Tarron likes to pass the Frisbee

I don't

But I'll do it for him

He deserves only the best in life

He throws it to me

He's good at throwing

I tried to catch it but failed

'You're not even trying.' Tarron signed to me

I rolled my eyes

'Oh yeah? Watch this.' I signed back with a smirk

I threw the plastic object as hard as I could

It flew threw the air

Actually staying in a straight line

I actually threw it

I watched as it made it's way over the fence

Darn

I watched as Tarron looked back at me

He sighed as he slouched his shoulders

He began to walk over to the fence

I tapped his shoulder

'I'll get it.' I signed

'No, I can get it.' Tarron insisted

'I'm taller that you, how are you going to get over?' I questioned

'Whatever, should we get Pete and Kate?' He questioned

'No!' I quickly replied

He held up his hands in defense

'They'll be so upset.' I explained

He nodded his head in understandment

'So, who's getting it?' Tarron signed

'I thought I was.' I signed back

This was getting too confusing

I noticed the shadow above us

Tarron and I both looked up

There was a boy

He was young

But matured

He had brown swift hair

Bright blue eyes

And a confusing expression

Who was this man?

Is he dangerous?

What's going on?

We only stared at him in confusion

He bent down

I couldn't seen him

Until he came back up

This time with our Frisbee

He pointed to it

"Is this yours?" He said

He mouthed his words largely

He was loud

I hated it when people did that

"Uh, yeah. It's ours." I smiled

I'm not sure if I should trust him

He seems nice

But

I've been fooled before

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were deaf." He chuckled

"I'm not." I paused, motioning towards Tarron, "Tarron is though." I explained

"Tarron." The man nodded, "I like your name." He said

I signed a translation to Tarron

'Tell him I said thank you.' Tarron signed

"He says thank you." I told the man

I wanted to ask a question

It might as well be worth it

"What's your name?" I signed while I talked

This way they both knew what I was saying

"Colby." I signed his name to Tarron, "And you are Tarron and...?" He pointed to me

"Nate." I replied.

"Well Nate and Tarron, you might wanna work on that throw." He smiled

Handing us the Frisbee back

And then he was gone

Who is the Colby person?

Was he safe?

I looked at Tarron

Tarron looked at me

I needed to think

I'm not good at thinking

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