Chapter 2, Rain.

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by steamymuke

by steamymuke

(Still lukes p.o.v until I say so!!)

The strange, red haired boy sat timidly at the end of my bed, staring at the tiled floors when I walked in.

"Here, these clothes are the ones my brother Jack left behind when he moved out, they should fit you fairly well." I said, tossing him a pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt.

He caught them with suprising speed, considering how weak he looked at the moment. "Thanks." he muttered, eyes still glued to the floor. "Showers down the hall, you can clean up in there. You still remember how to wash yourself right? Or do I have to do it for you?", I smirked.

The response was immediate as the redheaded boys cheeks turned almost the same color as his hair. "N-no, I got it." he said, before rushing out the door.

A door shut from the end of the hallway, signaling that he found the right room. I sighed, before plopping onto my bed and rubbing my eyes with closed fists. What was I going to do? I didnt even know the kid! Do I take him to a doctor? Can he stay here? My parents wont mind, they're hardly here anyways.

A shrill ring broke my train of thought, signaling I had a call. Groaning, I pushed myself off the bed and made my way over to my dresser. My Iphone lay on the smooth mahogany surface, telling me I was recieving a call from Ashton. I tapped answer and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Dude." Ashton's voice rang out, filling my ears with his giggly kangaroo voice. "Theres a party at Peytons house today! I heard everyones going. I mean, Peytons a slut but she throws some pretty wicked parties. You in?"

I contemplated if I should go or not but before I could make up my mind, my bedroom door opened. The boy stood in my door frame with his hair wet and fresh clothes on his body. His skin looked pale against the dark colors he wore and he looked unhealthily skinny.

"Nah ash, count me out this time." I said, hanging up before he could protest and tossing my phone onto my bed.

"Come on." I told the boy, before pushing past him and leading the way to the kitchen. One thing you should know about me, is that im in no way a cook. Cereal? Yeah, I could do that. Pasta or anything with more than 2 steps included? Count me out.

So you can see why it was that Mr.Amnesia and I ended up eating a take out pizza. I sat across from him, slowly chewing on my first slice of pizza while I watched him devour his 4th. Who could blame him, he was basically starving for a week. I broke the silence with my curiosity.

"Alright, I know you say you dont remember things, but are you 100% sure? You dont even remember one tiny fact about your life?" He shook his head. "Im telling you, if I knew something i'd tell you right away. You've done so much for me already."

"Really? Because I think im just getting started. I decided im going to let you stay here till your memory comes back, may that be 2 weeks or 2 years it hardly makes a difference. Besides, it gets lonely in here." I stopped, mentally shooting myself for telling him too much about me already.

He gave me a small smile and a whispered thanks before finishing off pizza number 5. He pushed away his plate and I could see how tired he was. "Come on, ill show you were you'll be staying." I said, pushing up off my chair and going up the stairs two at a time.

I led him to the guest room down the hall. The guest room was larger than an average room with a king sized bed and an extremely soft comforter that smelled like fresh vanilla. The walls were painted a pale yellow and all the furniture was a warm brown color. A white chandelier hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in a soft glow.

He took it all in sleepily, probably memorizing what it looked like, since he'd be living here now.

"Thank you, I honestly cannot thank you enough for all you did for me. You've taken me in and I dont even know your name."

"Its no problem, and Luke. My

name is Luke." I said gently.

"Pretty name" he muttered to himself. I pretended not to hear him and bidded him goodnight.

I walked to my own room and crawled under the covers, listening to the raindrops fall against my window and feel the thunder vibrating through the whole house. Huh. Didn't even know it was raining. Well, with all that happened today it made sense.

Finally, I felt myself drifting to sleep. But not before a knock sounded at my door.

"hhmf?" I groaned sleepily.

The boy shyly peeked his head from behind the door.

"L-Luke? I remembered something about myself. Im scared of thunderstorms."

IVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY BEFORE WRITING A STORY BUT I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT TOO!! TELL ME IF IM MOVING THIS TOO FAST OR JUST SAY HI IDK IM SO HAPPY WOWZA