Inseparable

Chapter One

Chapter One

I traced the wood grains on the sweeping staircase. The house was incredibly beautiful. With every room came a different atmosphere. The foyer was grand, the kitchen was lively, the living room was cozy. My aunt had been non-stop decorating. She only slept four hours and got up to decorate more. The only times we’d been out of the house was when we checked out the back yard. She insisted that I didn’t help, that I’d just get in the way. So I sat at the top of the stairs and traced the gorgeous wood.

"Taylor, I’ve got next to no food to cook tonight," she growled, obviously annoyed. "I’m just going to run real quick to the store and buy something. Have you got anything special in mind?"

"No whatever’s fine," I replied.

"Alright then. Uh, make sure the doors are all locked. I’ll be back in thirty."

With a small sigh she floated out the door. I saw her headlights turn on through the front window. They dimmed as she backed out of the driveway.

"Your aunt gets frazzled pretty easily," a boy’s voice said from behind me.

I whipped around. "Holy shit! Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!" I screamed at the intruder.

It was the boy I had seen the first day in the house. He was grinning and leaning against the banister. His dirty blond hair was all messed up. His eyes were chocolate brown, the dark circles still surrounding his eyes. His expression was easy going and obviously cracking up from my freak out.

"You’re cute when you’re scared. My name’s Quinn," he chuckled.

"That still doesn’t answer why you’re here…"

"Let’s just say I come and go as I please."

I rolled my eyes at him. "This house isn’t abandoned now, so you really can’t do that anymore. Seriously you need to get out."

He laughed at me again. "Alright then. But I really can’t go."

I furrowed my brow. "Who do you think you are?! You can’t just stay here. Go home, seriously."

His smug face suddenly disappeared. His eyes glazed over and his mouth pressed into a straight line. He pushed off the wall and loped down the stairs, only turning around when he had reached the bottom.

"I don’t have a home."

I felt a pang of guilt hit me square in the chest. He walked away towards the kitchen, casually swinging his arms, but his hands were in tight fists. I chased after him. He was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He had a blueberry muffin in his hand.

"I’m really sorry. I didn’t know, but you’re just- I mean… my aunt..." I murmured.

He laughed nervously. "Trust me she won’t find out about me. I’m very inconspicuous," he purred with a wink.

I watched him as he bit a huge chunk out of the muffin and then he threw it on the counter. His face   was brilliantly defined; his cheekbones were high and his eyelashes were long, nearly touching his cheeks when he looked down. He smiled at me and then vanished around the doorway in a flash.