Fallen for you

Part IV

I shot my eyes open gasping for air, damn, I had the craziest dream.

The weird thing is that I don't remember it vividly; I can only remember certain colors, like blue, red, black and purple, and the feeling of being out of breath, almost like I had been chocked.

I looked to my right and saw the beautiful skies of Missouri through the window, the sun was shining and the birds were singing.

It almost felt like I was in a movie.

I looked to my left and saw the clock on the table, it was 8am.

Suddenly the events of last night came rushing to my mind, Richard.. My dad.. And the stranger I identified as john.

I quickly and clumsily step out of bed walking into the bathroom getting ready for another hectic day.

I slowly and quietly walked into my old room- which is now the guest room, I suppose.

John was there, sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but stare- the way his chestnut colored locks fell onto his face, keeping his mesmerizing eyes covered, the way his lips were pulled into one long straight line.

He was lying on his side scrunched up like the helpless ball of misery he was, and I felt bad for him, I bet he haven't gotten a warm hug and a bed to sleep in for a very long time.

What would a young, handsome man like him be doing on the streets? I don't want to judge but he didn't look like a complete creep to me.

I smiled before getting out of the room and going downstairs. I decided to go grocery shopping so I can make breakfast for us two.

When I got back home I made scrambled eggs and a salad with a pot of coffee and some French toast, I think I kinda nailed this whole breakfast thing.

As I was washing some dishes for us since they all were dusty I heard him coming down the stairs.

"morning!" I smiled at him; he grinned and dropped his head, not making an eye contact.

"hey so.. I think I better go now.. Thanks for letting me stay, I appreciate it dearly, but you do not need me around here.." he said quietly, I felt a little uncomfortable cause I thought I had made him feel unwelcomed.

"Oh no, don't be silly, john! You are so very welcome, at least stay for breakfast? I don't think I can eat all of that all by myself!" I said taking a couple of steps towards him.

"ac-actually- um.. my name is not john, it-it's sam, or so I have heard" he said with an embarrassed smile on his face. That was a weird thing of him to say.

"oh I'm sorry! I didn't know that, I thought you, like, couldn't remember anything?" I questioned. "well I don't, but someone once called me Sam and that has been my name ever since" he said still not looking at me.

We sat at the table. No one was talking.

"so..Sam, do you have a house?" I asked, I felt like I was prying but I was just interested.

"n-no, I do not"

"Why is a man like you, if I may ask, on the streets? You seem like a decent fella" I said awkwardly, punching his arm playfully but regretting it when remembering his injury, hoping that he's not mad at me for asking all of these questions.

"I.. I don't remember. I can't remember, actually. I just woke up one day in a field and ever since then I get by on the streets"

"So what were you doing by my house yesterday? And that wound you had?"

I looked over to his arm- completely healed, and the bandage was gone, that was weird. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought it was, or maybe it was not his blood?

"oh, um, I don't know, honestly. My feet dragged me down here, it was almost as something drew me here, And the injury was caused by a random guy on the street. It was very weird, actually. He told me that 'finally he found me' and that 'I can't keep it lowkey even if I tried to' but when he saw that I didn't know what he meant he mumbled something to himself and left" he explained, finally making eye contact with me.

When we finished breakfast he stood up and took both of our plates to the sink.

"I must get going now, sorry for all the bother" he said.

In all honesty- I couldn't just let him leave. He intrigued me, I wanted ask him more questions, see who he was, maybe even help him understand that himself. Also- I could use the company, right? And he could definitely use a house to live in.

"Hey so.. if you need a place to crash, my door is open, I mean it." I said smiling at him for what seemed like forever. He nodded his head at me and while I was conflicting on if I should tell Richard about Sam or not he was gone, just like that.

I decided not to tell Richard about everything because if I were to tell him- he would freak out and get over-protective and wouldn't let me leave the house so I wouldn't make any more mistakes like this one. But it didn't even feel like a mistake, what can I say? I was charmed, fascinated even by that guy.

It wasn't for his looks, but for his behavior and the look in his eyes that just caught me in a way that made me feel bare and just small.

He had that hungry look in his eyes, passionate even, but also confused at the same time.

Almost like he wanted something so so bad that he didn't even know what it was, and I wanted to help him.