Emily Grace

Hey it's tessa

You can just tell me what to do because i gotta go to school in a minute

          
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          I walk up the stairs leading up to the house after the tall blonde, my head hung low. "Scott?! Is that you?" A very feminine voice rings out. I look all over for a source of the voice and spot an open window. A girl comes racing out of the double doors with a man trailing after her. She jumps into Scott's arms and wraps her arms around his neck. "Hey Kirst!" Scott says, wrapping his arms around her waist. She releases his neck and he sets her down on the ground softly. He nods at the other man who nods back at him. 
          
          "Scott. Who's this?" He asks, pointing at me. I look down at the attention the bearded man gives me, my eyes on the marble staircase. "This is Mitch. Mitch, this is Kirstie and her husband Avi. Avi, Kirstie, this is Mitch." Kirstie smiles warmly at me, but Avi just nods. I nod quickly, flicking my eyes up at them before looking back at the ground. 
          
          Scott tugs at my arm. I gasp and immediately flinch away out of his grasp. He stares at me, as does Avi and Kirstie. "I-I am so sorry." I stutter. "I just-I-umm-sorry." I say in a defeated tone, looking down at my feet. "Mitch. Hon." Kirstie says, kneeling down in front of me. "Shhh." She says, wiping something from my cheek. A tear. I didn't even know I was crying. "It's okay. Come here." She says, opening her arms. I shake my head in response, backing away from her. 
          
          "But ma'am. I'll get you wet." I respond, staring at my feet. "Honey. I have more clothes. And a dryer. My clothes will dry. Come here." She explains, opening her arms to me. I nod and collapse into her arms. 
          
          "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay Mitch. It's okay." She says soothingly, rubbing my back

An apple rolls from the road and bumps against the dumpster next to me. I snatch it up without thinking, seeming as actual fruit is so hard to come by these days. I hear a gasp and look up to see a blonde man standing above me. He's soaked to the bone from the rain, his sweater sticking to his skin. "Oh! Sorry!" I say quickly, extending my arm towards him, intending to hand him the apple. He looks at me with soft blue eyes. "No. It's okay. Keep it." He says, pushing my arm back towards me. I nod and look down, cradling my arm and the apple to my chest. 
          
          "What's your name?" He asks. "Mitch." I say softly. "That's a really nice name. I'm Scott." The blonde introduces himself. I nod, shrinking back into the shadows I've concealed myself in. 
          
          "No wait. Don't go. Do...do you need a place to stay?" Scott asks me. I look up at him slowly. I nod. He smiles at me. "Do you want to stay with me? For the night I mean... I mean if you want. The invitation's open for however long you need." I smile at his flustered state before muting my expression to a blank look. "Yeah. That'd be nice." I say, accepting the invitation. He smiles at me, keeping his eyes locked on my face. "Well come on. It's kinda raining out here." He says, making a lame attempt at a joke.