Awakened {COMPLETED}

Laundry

When I get up in the morning, the first thing I decide to do is the laundry. I grab the basket of dirty clothes that I have made, and I head down to the basement. 

When I reach the basement I throw my clothes in the washer, making one load. I love the fact that I don't have multiple loads to do, less time down here. 

I pull out my phone from my back pocket and sit on the chair in the left-hand corner of the little room. I decide to add a few apps. As I click install to Instagram the laundry room door opens, and my head snaps up. I didn't think anyone else would come in here. 

Especially this early. 

My heartbeat quickens. I'm not good with people. Especially not people that are my age or slightly older. 

A tall brown headed boy walks in, holding a white basket infront of him with one hand, the other struggling to open the door, I get up and put my phone in my pocket, planning to help him, but he gives up and kicks it open. He walks in and sets the basket on the table next to my empty one. 

He looks up at me and smiles, "Hey. I'm sorry, didn't mean to invade, I didn't think anyone would be down here." He has deep brown eyes, and is a good 6 maybe 7 inches taller than me. 

I shake my head. "Me either." 

"I can come back later?" He says but it comes out as a question. 

"No, it's okay. I dont mind, as soon as my clothes come out the washer is all yours." I say. 

He laughs and jumps up onto the table holding our baskets. He starts swinging his legs and I smile. I'm glad I'm not the only one that does that. 

"So, are you new in town?" 

"Yeah. I just got here a few days ago." I just can't recall how many. 

"It's nice here, it's small, and pretty beautiful at night, if you need a tour guide, let me know." 

"Will do." I say. 

The washer sounds, indicating my clothes are done. I head towards it and gather the clothes I can reach and put them in the dryer. I didn't realize how deep the washer was when I was putting my clothes in. I try to stand on my toes to get the rest of my clothes but I can't. 

I stand up and rest my hands on the side of the washer, trying to find a new way to approach this. 

"Step a side short stack." I look behind me and the guy is standing there with a smile.

I move aside and he grabs them with no problem and sets them in the dryer and then he puts sheets in it and starts it. "I'm not THAT short." I state while crossing my arms in front of me. 

He laughs shaking his head. "Of course not."

I smile, for the first time, in a long time, and it's not forced. 

While he puts his clothes in the washer, I sit where my basket was on the table cross legged, facing him, and he sits where his basket was. 

He asks me questions about myself which was expected. I don't tell him much, just that I needed a fresh start, I needed to get away, and he doesn't push it any farther than that. I ask the same questions to him, asking him where he was from, how many siblings he had, and basic things, nothing too deep. 

He explains to me that his name is Gabriel, he's originally from Mexico, but he crossed the border with his brother and he moved here because it's small and where he is from in Mexico is small, he's not a city boy. He is also 17. And although he doesn't mention much about his brother, I can tell from the look in his eyes, how much he adores him. He says he's living here while he waits to get an apartment, and I find myself nodding, because, me too. 

He tells me that growing up it was just him, his mom, and his brother. His brother is older by 2 years, and he has always looked out for him. 

When the dryer stops it brings us both back to reality. I jump off the table and grab my clothes and put them in the basket. "It was nice to meet you short stack." He says. I laugh, "you too." 

"When can I see you again?" He asks, and I almost drop my basket. "Uh. I don't know." I say, he smiles. 

We exchange numbers and then I head back up to my room. I set the basket down and reach into my pocket to get my room card. 

My hand stops on my pocket when I dont feel it. I drop to the floor and look around in the clothes in the basket and its not there either. 

Shit. I could of swore I grabbed it. 

I grab my phone and call Gabriel. 

"Miss me already?" He says and I can hear the smile playing on his lips.  

"No, I got locked out of my room, can you come help?" I say and laugh. 

"I'll be right there." 

I click the end button and wait patiently. 

"Hey short stack." 

 I look over at Gabriel, "How did you get here so fast?" 

"Magic. Now step aside." He smiles. 

I move to the side and he centers himself in front of my door and then kicks it open. My mouth falls open as the door swings. "WHAT THE HELL?" 

"You told me to help." He shrugs. 

"Yeah HELP not BREAK MY DOOR."

"Oh please it's not even scratched." He says and laughs. I look at the door to see that he was right, it doesn't even looked touched. I shake my head and smack his arm. 

And all this makes him do is laugh harder. 

I grab my basket and stalk past him and into my room. I set it on the table that is in the "living room." "Well, I'll catch you later Brookie." He says. 

"Okay, thanks for the help." 

He smiles and walks away. 

I shut the door and smile at myself. I've made a friend. 

But can I trust him... what if he is with them. 

What if they sent him.

But more important.... what if I trust him with everything..and he walks away. 

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A/N: 

GUYSSS! I have tons of ideas!! My fingers just don't type fast enough!!!! Ughhh! 

First book I've ever had so many ideas for! I am SUPER excited!!! 

P.S. Didnt get the word count for this chapter :(