Voices in the Dark

His Apartment.

  When I went through his door, I got the sense of home even though it wasn't my home. I don't know why, I barely even knew this boy.
 
  He told me that I could rest on his couch because we had a flight in the morning. I sat down and he offered me a drink, I accepted it gladly. I don't know how he got the title of bad boy, he was an absolute gentleman.
 
  He sat down and I looked around. I realized that he had few belongings. He had a small amount of furniture, a tv, I'm guessing that his other belongings were in all of the boxes scattered around the small apartment.
 
  He turned on the small tv and started watching a show. The last time that I watched anything on a television was a long time ago when I walked past a diner window.
 
  I don't know what the show was called, but it looked cool.

Alec suddenly got up and got two blankets from one of the boxes. He offered one to me and I took it and snuggled myself into the corner of the couch watching the TV.

"I just realized that you've helped me and you don't even know my name," I said softly.

  "My name is Melanie Adams," I haven't heard my own name said out loud since I applied for that job last year. I hated saying my last name because it reminded me of my parents.

  "My name is Alec Johnson. Hey, I've been meaning to ask you. Why did you put down your fists when you don't know me?" he asked. I was surprised by the question obviously.

  "I don't know. I don't know you personally, but you'd be surprised how many teens talked about you and had your pic on their phones as they walked by me. I heard stuff about you about how you're supposedly a partial bad boy or something. I heard about how you skip school and all kinds of other stuff. Is it true that you did drugs?" I asked. I think that I asked a question that was too personal.

  "No, I didn't. Those were just rumors because of how tired I was at school. I had eye bags and I was sleeping in school. It wasn't because of stupidity, it was because of the fact that my parents weren't happy with each other anymore. They were getting a divorce," he spat the last word out of hatred. I kind of cringed at the word parents,but I still felt sympathy towards him.

  "I'm sorry, my parents died in a house fire when I was 13," I said. After that, I told him all of the events afterward leading up to when I became homeless. After that, I fell asleep.

  I fell asleep thinking how that he didn't tell me much about himself. He said that he would tell me on the plane. I don't know why, but I had this feeling of trust towards this boy.

  Was it just trust?