I walked outside
Just me this time
With the company of Sunny and Johnny
Our two dogs
I was in the backyard
Just taking the dogs outside
Chores
When my eyes fell upon a certain object
The Frisbee
The blue Frisbee from yesterday
It still lay on the table outside
Reminding me of what happened yesterday with that mystery man
I've forgotten his name
I bet he's already forgotten mine
It was then I heard the whispering
It was faint
Far
No
Not whispering
They were talking
But I was the one that was far
I got closer to the fence
"Move your head a little to the left." I heard a mans voice
Pause
"Just like that and- Circa! Get out!" The same man
"Circa! This is for my Instagram, not yours!" That voice sounded familiar
"Elton! Get your dog!" The other man yelled
I had heard enough
I already decided
I walked over to the table
Grabbing the Frisbee
As I threw it over the fence
It wasn't the best throw
It went a little too far
I don't know where it landed in their yard
But I know it did
Silence
That's all there was
Before the all too familiar face popped back up
Looking around
Until he found me
He scoffed
"Nate." He chuckled
"Nate?" Another man questioned
His head also popping up
He was tanner
A perfectly silk man bun at the top
He had the happiest facial expressions
So natural
So nice
"Nate." I introduced myself
Smiling
"Corey." The man held his hand out
I flinched at his name
But I didn't let it show
No one needed to know
I looked at his hand
I didn't shake it
I didn't know him
He understood and pulled it back
"Where's Tarron?" He asked
He
He...
Colby!
Yes
Like the cheese
That's how I'll remember him
"Inside. He's eating." I explained
"Tarron?" Corey asked
"My brother." I answered
Although it was a lie
They didn't need to know the answer
No one really did
It wasn't important
These men were still strangers to me
"Why aren't you?" Colby asked
"Chores." I replied
They nodded
"How old are you, Nate?" Corey asked
I was hesitant
But I figured my age wouldn't matter
"14." I replied
"So, 8th grade?" Colby asked
"No, 9th." I corrected
"Yeah, idiot." Corey playfully hit him as the two laughed
They seemed like natural laughers
I bet they laughed all the time
I'm not good at laughing
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The Safe House | TFIL
FanfictionNate had lived an unusual life. Keeping most of it a secret. He needs someone to save him. Will the comfort of his next door neighbors be enough to get him out of his little rut? Or will it be too late?
