This is a draft, still hasn't been edited.
Lydia's POV
Samantha left me in my house and I raced to where the guest house was. The light was turn off. I got my phone out and called Elliot, he didn't answer, I called Adam and he didn't answer either. I didn't know what else to do. I stayed in the balcony of the guest house waiting for Elliot.
One hour past and he still wasn't home. I got up ready to go look for him when I saw a figured in the distance. It was Elliot. I ran to him and hugged him. He was surprised but hugged me back.
"Lydia what's the matter? Are you ok?" he asked worried pulling me off of him to look at me.
"You are asking me if I'm ok when you are the one that almost got caught in an accident" I said crying. I didn't even noticed I was crying,
"You where there?" he asked surprised.
"Yes I was, I've been calling you, why didn't you answer" I said hitting him on the chest.
"I lost my phone" he said holding my arms then hugging me. "I'm fine Lydia. I have done this before, today was a little extreme but I manage."
He was still hugging me when a thought came to mind.
"What about Adam?" I asked worried pulling Elliot off me.
"He got arrested, do not worry my uncle will bail him out." He assure me.
"You should go inside Lydia, is late and your parents will worry if they arrive and see you like this." He walked me to the back door of the house. I started looking for my keys, and found nothing.
"I think I dropped them in Samantha's car." I tell Elliot, he just chuckle. "That's wonderful"
He laughed "come on. You can wait inside the guest house." He offered. He opened the door and let me in.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, make yourself at home." he went inside the bathroom, I sat on the chair next to the kitchen counter.
I tried calling Adam and he still didn't answer, his probably still at the police station. I called my parents next and they are staying at my grandmother's house. My father had a little too much to drink and my mom didn't want to drive this late. I didn't tell her I lost my keys so she wouldn't worry.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I looked up to see Elliot with just a towel around his waist. "Sorry, I forgot my clothes" he said as he sees my shocked face.
"Is fine" I said looking away. "You can look" he said.
I turn around and found him with basketball shorts but no shirt.
"Can't you put on a shirt?" I asked, looking everywhere except him.
But did I actually wanted him to put a shirt on? I just can't think with him like this.
"Why? Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked getting closer. I hopped off the chair and went to the other side of the counter.
"No" I simply said. 'Yes' is what I actually wanted to say.
"Then why are you moving away from me?" he chuckle.
"I'm not moving away from you." I nervously laughed.
"Is ok, I'll put on a shirt" he went to his wardrobe and took a shirt out. "Are you sure you want me to put this on" he asked smirking.
"Yes" I quickly said.
"Who were you talking with?" he asked, putting his shirt on.
"My parents, they aren't coming until tomorrow."
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