Our First Encounter

Miss you

Recap: "Can I sleep in here... One more time? The other room is so different." He said in a low tone. I looked over at him and his face was still red... He seems nicer than before.

"S... Sure." I said and laid back down. This kid must be bipolar...

-Morning-

I awoke to Stace opening my door and I quickly realized Erick was gone, I guess he's an early riser.

"Hey, I made breakfast... Bacon and eggs." She said in a sweet tone. I looked over at my alarm and quickly sprung up.

"I was supposed to be out of here an hour ago... Oh gosh! I have sch-" I started and hopped out of bed to the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry. I'm so used to having younger kids... I forgot the high school starts sooner." Stace said. Oh... Okay, I forgot younger kids start school sooner. I stayed in the bathroom and began brushing my teeth, Stace stood there awkwardly like she wanted to say something... But she didn't. I rinsed my mouth and walked over, tilting my head to show my confusion.

"Sorry... I'm new to this, I've never had a teen before." She said turning slightly. So...? I smiled awkwardly and turned the shower on waiting for here to leave.

"Right... Umm, breakfast is waiting. I'll see myself out." She said, leaving the room. Wow... She sure is awkward to be around. She did seem rather young... Maybe her late twenties... Early thirties. I shrugged it off and hopped in the shower, quickly realizing I forgot to get a washcloth. I sighed and walked out with a towel around my waste.

"Hey, what are you doing in here?!" I said loudly to Erick.

"Get off of my phone, that's mine!" I yelled, snatching it from his hands... He was reading my messages. I went in my closet and looked around for a washcloth.

"Nathan's a weirdo... Here's a washcloth, mom gave it to me for you, here." He said and I bit down on my tongue to block my anger. Jeez... What did Nathan say?! Oh gosh... I grabbed the washcloth and walked back towards the bathroom door.

"You call him Jonathan... Alright?" I said, stepping in and not waiting for a response. A pink washcloth... Ugh. I got back into the shower and rubbed soap onto the cloth. Then I heard a loud knock and I almost slipped.

"W... What?!" I yelped. I heard the door open and I froze.

"These pink underwear... They're yours?" A small voice said and I quickly realized it was Erick.

"Stop going through my stuff!" I yelled back and he let out a small chuckle before leaving. I unfroze and let out a low sigh. This kid... He's so nosy. I finished cleaning myself and stepped out, grabbing my pants to look for my boxers... And I look to find that Erick replaced my boxers with the pink ones. I narrowed my eyes and grabbed them to put on. They were surprisingly comfortable, but I still don't like pink. I got fully dressed and walked out of the bathroom. Erick was gone and I walked over to my phone to see what Nathan said. I turned on my phone and read through the messages.

U like the pic?
Adam?
Sorry
Adam?

Jesus Christ... I hate this perve! He sent a picture of him in his boxers and I could totally see the shape of his...- I started typing... Then I stopped, I typed some more... Then I erased the message and started typing a new one. I decided that I'm not going to respond to that message until school ends. I shoved my phone in my pocket and grabbed my book bag, and headed down the stairs. Stace was at the counter with what looked like a wine glass in her hand and I sat.