Let Me Be Your Home

I sat in a small, local diner. For a weekday, it was busier than I was used to seeing. It was a small town so I figured everyone here was familiar with one other. A tight knit community that reminded me of Stars Hollow.I glanced around, sipping on my chocolate milkshake. I looked at the people surrounding me.I found it interesting to take note of the people around me, to wonder who they were and make up stories about their lives. My life was one big and meaningless disappointment. It made it much more appealing to pay more attention to others, rather than focus on myself.A mother sat with her son, he looked to be around the age of nine or ten. She was smiling down at her son, pure adoration in her eyes. The boy was a mess, frankly. He had ketchup on the corners of his mouth. His burger fell apart in his hands, his chocolate shake dripping down onto his white t-shirt. Still, his mother smiled and helped him hold onto the burger. She hardly paid note to the mess the boy was making.A

It was nearing one am. The town was soundless and vacant, not a soul to be seen. It was silent enough for crickets to be heard. Oddly enough, I liked the quiet of it all. Taking a shortcut through an alley, I pulled my hood over my head. My hands were stuffed in my hoodie's pockets. The chilly breeze pricked my skin, making the tip of my nose feel numb.I halted in my tracks. Further down the alley, near some trashcans, I noticed the silhouette of a figure. The street lights caused their shadow to tower over me on the bricks walls.I sighed deeply as I walked over, stopping in front of Phil.He was tall and lanky with a boy-band-singer vibe to his look. Soft doe eyes, brown hair parted in the middle - very 90's Leonardo DiCaprio of him. His looks were deceiving. Phil was reckless with a short temper, careless to the bone and someone whose bad side you did not want to meet.His lip tugged upwards in a sickly-sweet smirk. His eyes were filled with sin and sorrow - sorrow that you would

When I woke the next morning, my entire body felt achy and sore. My head throbbed lightly. The sun seeping through the blinds made my eye sockets hurt.I didn't want to get out of the large bed that was far more comfortable than the motel bed I was used to. When I checked the time, it was nearing 12 in the afternoon. Considering I was in someone else's home, it would be rude of me to sleep in any further than I already had.If I was back in my motel room, I would sleep in until at least 5pm. I really didn't have much else to do. And the extra sleep was probably needed.When I went to the bathroom, I almost winced at the sight of myself. My hair was a tangled birds nest, my eye bags were heavy and darker than normal. My skin looked pale and flush. Essentially, I looked like a walking corpse with a blue bandaid on the side of my forehead.I tried to tame as much of my hair as I could before washing my face and helping myself to the mouthwash sitting on the counter. I navigated my way th

DEAN'S POV"This new girl-are you two friends?" Ben watched me curiously as he slid a smoothie towards me.Ben and his wife were the closest thing I had to parents. I had known them since I was a little boy. They always treated me like I was one of there own- especially after the death of my mother. My father grew distant after that, until he remarried and left anyways.I slowly sipped on my smoothie. "I don't know. I doubt she would consider us friends." I laughed at the thought of Elettra calling me a friend. I could already imagine the look on her face-she would look repulsed.Ben paused thoughtfully. "She's a nice young lady, Dean. I quite like her."I couldn't help laughing. Of course the side of herself that she showed Ben was the polite, cordial side- the one that wasn't really her. She could be nice if she wanted to. It didn't seem like she wanted to very often, not with me at least."Yeah," I murmured, grinning faintly. "She's-something."Something-that she was. She was stron

"What happened to leaving?"I turned around in surprise. Dean had caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting to see him at one of the local boutiques."Why must you appear everywhere I am?"He grinned cheekily. "It must be fate."I scoffed. "Don't tell me you believe in that as much as you believe in true love." I rolled my eyes and turned back around, scanning clothing racks.Dean started moving hangers and looking through the racks, despite being in the female section."I would like to take you out tonight."My head snapped up to look at him. He was already peering at me, his ice-blue eyes warm as ever. I blinked. I stopped scanning the racks and narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you asking me on a date, Dean?"Dean tapped his chin, shrugging lightly. "No-if I were, you would decline immediately. Think of it as-the one person you know in town wanting to show you around." He quirked an eyebrow.I hummed and resumed scanning the racks. "What would this-outing-consist of, exactly?""Now if I