Homeless

Chapter 8 (continued)

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Hello Friends,

As I originally planned this update to be in the last, (before deciding you guys had better things to do -,-)

I will continue to write in the point-of-view of Sebastian. Don't worry, next chapter (chapter 9) you will hear Kristine's thoughts on the situation. I promise! 

Enjoy the story! 

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My eyes still look at hers. They go back and forth between her lips and her eyes. I kind of have an impulse to do...you know what. I start leaning towards her my eyes studying hers. She blinks kind of. Just when my face gets close enough, she pulls my hand, and starts running towards the village. I think I was too fast for her. My mother used to tell me that, "lips never forget. You will never forget how you kissed somebody. Whether it be your first, your last." I wonder if that's true. Our fingers are still locked together. We arrive at the address of the flea market. There are a few villagers setting up. There's a desk in the back, looking bigger than the other stands. I say, "the head must be there or something." We walk, still holding hands. We talk to the woman behind the desk. She's short, very skinny, and has long brown hair. It's tied up in a bun, at the top of her head. She has sunglasses on her forehead. She looks around 30. Kristine looks at me, then I get the message. I have to talk to the woman -_- . "um, Excuse me we would like to participate in the flea market.." "Um, alright. Do you need a stand?" The woman has an accent. You don't find many foreigners in Duarta. Duarta is kind of the village, that nobody goes to, unless for the university. There is a good biology program here. The university has 6 different locations around the island where you can chose to study. The headquarters are obviously at TC (Telonia City.) To my surprise, Kristy answers the woman's question. "uh, no we have stands." She nods then points to an empty spot. "Your lucky you came here so early, it's hard to register in time, usually. The flea market is very popular." Kristine asks again, "W-when is the flea market starting?" "In about 4 hours." 4 HOURS!? Oh well...at least we got a spot. We start setting up the pieces of paper on the stands we brought. "Where did you get these stands Sebastian?" "stole em." "I- I should have known" she says, chuckling. I smile. After about 20 minutes, we finished setting everything up. She looks at me. "Do you want to do something while we wait?" "Like?" "I don't know go on a walk or something we have literally 4 hours." "I have always wanted to go to a cafe! My parents were so busy in the city, that I never got to go." She smiles. "Do we have the money?" She asks me. "True, we need to save up." "How about, we go to the lake, go swimming." "I don't have a swim suit." I tell her. "You don't? How do you like wash yourself?" "I don't need clothes to wash myself." I say, smirking. She gets all red then turns away. "Well, I am sorry I asked." I smile and turn her around. "Do you want to still go swimming, I wink." She shakes her head back and forth very fast. I laugh. "I'm just joking." I put my arm around her shoulders and we walk outside. "So... What's your favorite food?" "I don't eat much variety so I don't really know." She says. "Yeah, me too..." The conversation isn't going well just a few questions here and there. She then suddenly asks, "What was it like living in an orphanage?" "Well, first of all, nothing like the musical Annie, and second of all, it was me, not the orphanage." "What do you mean?" In the musical, the orphanage is depicted as awful to children. The one I stayed in wasn't at all like that. It was actually super nice and welcoming. Myself was just so caught up in the accident I never realized what the sisters who ran the orphanage did for us. I ran away when I couldn't take being away from my brother. I wanted to help him recover, and maybe find out what really happened to my family. Just like you said Kristine, even though everybody around me told me my parents were dead, somewhere inside of me, I didn't want to believe it. Unlike you how you have some proof behind your assumption, I just couldn't let the fact that my parents are dead get in my head. I would do everything I could at the orphanage to distract me. It never  worked. I was always thinking about how my parents would think of me if they never died." "Well obviously they don't regret it. I doubt your parents would jump in front of you not knowing there was a possibility that they were risking their life. Right?" "Yeah..I guess.." We manage to talk for hours until we started to head back to the hall. When we get there, more people show up with their own stands. The merchants from weeks ago aren't here, thank god. We sit behind our stand waiting. There is this old couple next to us smiling. "How long have you two been together." I jump, Kristine does too. We look at each other, then Kristine starts to say, "We're not togeth-" But I cut her off. "A couple years." She looks at me, like 'why would you do that'. The couple smiles and goes back to their business. Kristine questions me. "Why? What? Did you just?" "Calm down, and stop pretending you don't like it." She blushes. But I answer again. "It would've been better than explaining them everything right?" "I guess..." What I said wasn't exactly a lie, but part of me wantede to act like we were together. Even for just a second. I started thinking about it. It's been almost 7 months since I last dated. A lot of girls dump me when they find out i'm homeless. I don't know how they didn't get that in the first place, they keep telling me I have that "bad boy" vibe, maybe because I am never clean. I'll never know. The flea market starts and the drawings are doing very well. I managed to draw some more after Kristine fell asleep, knowing one drawing wasn't enough. People ask questions about it. Luckily for us, somebody is selling frames, so we don't have to worry about that. Some of the older villagers, buy things to make us feel better about being so young, other people I think genuinely like the art. We have about 5 different drawings, which is like not a lot compared to the amount of items other sellers have but we end up getting actually about 4000 tonas (400 dollars a train ticket  costs like 75 dollars each.) Which is plenty to get to Beener. We still have some paintings left, but just when the flea market closes I notice the merchant walking in. He sees me and walks over. Before he opens his mouth Kristine walks in front of me putting her arms in front of me like a shield. She then says. "I was going to help Sebastian go to Beener, but here." She gives the man 2000 tonas!? "I don't know how much he has stolen from you, but I hope this is enough." The man looks at Kristine. "Why are you risking this money for a thief, he is dirty, smelly, and worthless. I start to tear up. really...? crying again. I put my head on Kristine's back, giving her a back hug. People started to whisper, "did I really buy artwork from a thief." "that girl is way too good for him." Kristine then yells, startling me, and the people around us. "QUIET.. You guys, know nothing. One night, he told me he literally asked  you to donate. You didn't give him anything. Sebastian was a mere child living here, and you gave him nothing?!  Imagine being a 10 year old, living my yourself with no parents, nobody. A-and everybody loved the story of Aladdin, I mean, Sebastian stole stuff like food, and blankets. Stuff he needs to survive. And I give you guys the money, back, so what's the problem. A-and S-sebastian is worth something. He has been so kind to me, and he listened to what I had to say no matter how weird it got. So, I don't see a reason for any of you to be gossiping about him." I hug her tighter. I can't even understand why i'm crying. nobody has ever stood up for me before. Literally ever. Nobody ever told me other than my late family, that I deserved to live. I've had people screaming at me, I should go die. But never ever have been told that I am worth something. I look behind Kristine. The people are silent, even the angry merchant. I think he's going to say something until the older couple speaks up. "I was hearing their conversations, the children have trust in each other when nobody did. The bond they share is irreplaceable, from what I heard. I know they stole a few things, but they meant no harm. Here dears, 6000 tonas." "Ma'am...we can't take this..." says Kristine. "Please, I'm cheering you on, I hope you get to meet your parents buddy. :)" I am smiling so hard. The crowd around us has changed, they are smiling each offering a little bit of money, but i am more than thankful. I get up. "Sir." I say to the merchant. I stand up and walk out from behind Kristine. "Please forgive me for stealing, I- I will try to not do it again, but don't get mad at Kristine, be-because she didn't do anything." The crowd is actually now on our side. They are like, "let the boy go". I look at him sincerely, it felt good to apologize. No, really. I've joked about lying with Kristine, but it's always been a guilt of mine stuck in a small corner of my mind. It was the only way to survive, but I didn't feel entitled to do it. I am still an innocent baby at the end of the day. 

{12+ scene coming up :) Nothing too mature, but this is a warning :)}

We leave the hall and head back to Kristine's tent. I hug her. "Thank you, so much. For everything." She hugs me back, Her mouth his close to my neck, and everytime she breathes, it makes me shiver, kind of turning me on. My heart pounds as I pull away from the hug. I run my fingers through her soft hair while looking at her. She smiles back. "The woman was right. Our bond is unlike none other, and Sebastian?" "Yes?" "I ...am.....I am always. On your side. :)" I look at her. I point her chin upward slightly, and I lean in to kiss her. My eyes are closed. She's still very surprised but when I notice her start to kiss back, I open my eyes. She's blushing, but her eyes are also closed. I smile and kiss her more passionately. As if all my feelings related to the accident, the flea market, her are coming in all at once. I have kissed many many other girls, but never with this much feeling. She squeezes my neck as my hands are locked around her waist.  We pull away from the kiss and I look at her She smiles, and kisses me again on the cheek. She walks into her tent. I feel the spot on my cheek and smile. I follow her into the tent and we lay down next to each other. "I'm excited to go to Beener with you Kristy." "Me too" she says very softly. I smile and I pull her body close to mine. Sleeping, as one.

{H-hello... friends...

Sorry for the you know...

scene

I literally died writing this. It was so strange.

I hope you enjoyed it.

The teaser will, again spoil everything in the next chapter.

Next chapter, we will see Kristine's feelings on all of that.

WARNING

there. is. a make-out. scene next chapter.

Again, it's not mature at all, but I reccomend being at lest 13-14 years of age. 

Please read it at your own risk. Thank you :)

Also,

there is quite some bloodshed coming up in chapters 9-12.

So for all the younger readers, I reccomend reading it with a parent or older sibling.

Have a nice day, and stay safe through these times.

Adios, d¥ˆ_ˆ¥b

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