Homeless

Chapter 6

I'm in Duarta, I see Katherine. Her long brown hair that reaches to her waist. She's waving goodbye with her right hand, her left arm is linked with another man. She cheated on me last week. I remember the smile, the ignorance. I didn't want to believe this happened to be. I sense a presence leaning over me, my hand reaches out to pull her closer, long hair I feel. I pull the body toward me until Katherine is laying on top of me. She's in tears after running towards me. I wipe the tears from her eyes and say, "Katherine, is it you?" She smiles and nods. Her green eyes are sparkling with the moisture from the tears. She smiles and nods. "It's me Sebas, it's me." I am so happy, "Katherine you are back." then I frown.  "Never leave again." I say and smile again. I push her head closer to mine, as my eyes hungrily blink at her lips. I feel a sudden sting on my fore heard. I see Kristine. "Kristine why are you on top of me?" She gets off quickly, as I sit up. She has that embarrassed look that she had before. I tease her a little bit on her embarrassment, but I quickly remember why she was every on top of me. Although, I remember the dream I had. It was about Katherine, I must have sleep talked while the dream was happening. When I see her smile, it immediately reminds me of Katherine, whom I fell for within less than a month. I think, 'If I fall in love again quickly like last time, I could end up getting played or hurt. I want to trust Kristine, but anybody could put on a "nice" act.' The fact Kristine is already reminding me of my ex is a bad sign. I have a habit for falling in love so easily. I used to be gullible, and easily pleased. Although I tried so hard to get that part of my personality away, it still has traces in the present. I can't. Katherine left such a huge mental scar, that I can't take another chance–at least not so easily. I need to establish something between Kristine and me. We've met maybe two or three times, but we haven't established a clear titled relationship. I don't think we're acquaintances anymore, we know quite a lot about each other, and have even spent a night together–mostly sleepless. We're not best friends, we haven't known each other for a year or so, I guess friends could work. Simply, nothing too deep but quite tight. It makes me happy to know she's happy when I called her a friend. It's like she didn't expect even that, but am I the only one thinking this deeply about our relationship? Maybe she doesn't care as much as I do. Probably not, though she was pretty embarrassed. I get dragged a little bit into telling Kristine how I got to Duarta. She listens  like a student. She nods, thinks, and sometimes even closes her eyes. It's satisfying me how invested she is in my story. Kristine must have read thousands of books since she has moved to the forest. Is mine interesting? Is my story worth to hear? These are questions I've wanted to ask her. Not just Kristine, but everyone. Those few who have listened to my story, those who have stayed by my side for years. Was it worth it? Maybe they didn't get any prize or gift out of the relationship they had with me, but was it at least worthwhile? I hope so. Especially with somebody like Kristine. She, like me, have a lot of stresses living in the wild. Hopefully I'm one of the few things that isn't stressful. A break, from the cruelness of this world. Wait Hopefully? What am I being hopeful for, a girl's happiness coming from me? Is that selfish? I get lost in these thoughts as I finish up my story. When i finish, she's thinking deeply about something. It is a small chance that she is actually thinking about my story, or just generally, me. But I'm willing to believe that if it makes her happy. That small chance of interest in me, makes me smile. I have probably smiled about 4 times since I have met Kristine. That's a lot for a homeless one like me. We wave goodbye and that colorful feeling in my brain leaves again. Every time my feet take me further and further from her body, my mind goes blank. Like I forgot how to think about other thoughts. When I'm with Kristine, I think very deeply, Maybe the reason why I don't know the answer to all these questions my brain keeps asking is because I've never met somebody like Kristine. I walk down the dirt path which leads to her tent which now that I look back, is completely hidden by bushes and trees. I see my brother. Great. A good way to end our awesome interaction. My brother is with 3 other guys, who look much MUCH younger than him. Younger than me even. Maybe about 14, 15? I don't know why it's so surprising. I know almost nothing about the gang. Anything could be happening in that cave over there. The children? direct his attention to me, and I try to look away, but he definitely sees me. Shoot. The kids are dragging him here? It's a bit like it's a bet. They're acting like 2 8th graders, dragging their friend to confess his love to a girl. I am in the place of that girl–damn. That's weird... He falls on his face in front of me. Wow he's changed. Really. He has glasses now and is wearing a freaking bowtie?? The 3 boys are saying stuff to me like. "IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT." "BABY BRO IS SADD" Which is so pathetic I can't help but roll my eyes. I usually never have a quick fuse. I am almost never angry. There are 3 things that do make me angry. 1) Bullying, Offending people I care about, and the Fire accident. They are saying such dumb things, but then its my brother  who says, "To think I could ever call you my brother." For some reason, I feel tears fall our of my eyes. I do cry very easily, and maybe that makes me a target. The biggest of the children pushes me to the ground calling me crybaby. The other one puts his boot on my chest, very heavily. I cough– having trouble breathing. My brother then walks over to me. His hand is gentle, and it makes my hope rise. But instead of wiping the tears off my face like I had expected he punches me. Blood drools out of my nose and I lay on the dirt. Why am I such a crybaby.. I am weak and muscle-less. I look at the 4 boys walking away and then my brother stops to look back at me on the floor-crying. "Did you think I would help you Sebastian? MY PARENTS DIED. BECAUSE OF YOU. BECAUSE OF YOU SEBASTIAN. WHY WOUD I EVER FORGIVE YOU. I get we make mistakes, yes, but WERE YOU SO STUPID TO NOT KNOW HOW DANGEROUS KEROSINE IS?!" "I WASN'T EVEN TEN YET, USTO! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! MOM AND DAD NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING." "THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER. NOT ONE BIT. I-I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DIE SEBASTIAN." "Usto....Me dying won't bring mom and dad back." I hear a stumble and a "pfft" sound from behind us. I see Kristine leaning against the tree with a smirk on her face. "You guys don't even have evidence of your parents dying. You talk as if they died in your arms and you watched them get buried in a grave. No, they're not even in a grave. I bet you that." "Who is this chick?" Usto says while walking towards Kristine. I get kind of worried. The Gang doesn't let in girls, but I don't know how they feel about them. Usto cups her face, bringing up to his level. She is actually quite tall, but my brother is a giant. She smirks even more, now I'm just confused. I've actually never seen Kristine interact with other people before. Maybe she acts differently around them. I wouldn't know but Just when he is about the punch the hell out of her, she stops his hand and moves it into a weird position then let's go. "Watch it girlie, you could have broken my arm." he says. She smirks more. I whisper, "Can a smirk get any bigger?" then says, "It sounds like you want me to break your arm. I can if you want. Consider it an early Christmas." she says and winks. I want to laugh. She shoves him as she walks to me. She picks me up. Wait what... She is carrying me.... Bridal style? I AM CONFUSED. I look up at her, "Ummm" She puts her index finger to her mouth to shush me as she carries me up to her tent. She puts me down then says, "How many times do you want to get in trouble?" "I had it covered..." "Clearly... your brother is twice your size Sebastian. You're not going to get any physical damage on him." "I know Kristy...but I could've talked to him." "I already can tell he is a stubborn person." Ugh, she knows everything already. I laugh. "You're good at family feuds. Also for your information, I have been getting in trouble for longer than I've known you." "I can see that, but do you want me to put you back in that situation? I never said I was going to save you every time but, you should thank me when I do. She walks off to the "pantry" section and comes back with a tissue for my bloody nose, and teary eyes. "Clearly you care because you are taking care of me." I say smirking. She looks at me then puts her left hand over her face, practically covering her entire face, but I can still make out she's blushing underneath that hand. I smile, cute. :)

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Sebastian pulls my waste close to his, and I look up at him. He's so close.

"Can I be your Cinderella?" He says, smirking. "B-but–" I start to say but he cuts me off. "I don't care if I'm supposed to be the prince. You're clearly better at saving me, then I am." He smiles cutely. I nod, and he smiles. "Can I call you cindy?" I say jokingly. His ears get all red and I laugh. "I will definitely call you Cindy after that reaction."

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