I'm officially a terrible writer and sister...It's my little sister's birthday and I completely forgot, but because I promised, I'm going to add this small chapter and when I say small, I mean REALLY small. I hope you guys like it anyway though...I'll add more by Saturday I hope...

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Chapter Five: Nathaniel

“Nate” he says softly as he closes the door to my guest room.

I stand there for a moment, just staring at the door playing in my head again the sound of his voice saying my name. His voice, when he actually used it, was sweet, husky and damn sexy to listen to no matter what he was saying. I shook my head and mentally slapped myself, this is a kid I’m thinking about, his baby face had him looking 15 years old and all he was to me was a pity case. A homeless boy I didn’t want to see die for my conscious’ sake. Right?

‘Liar.’ A voice in my head whispered to me as I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care about the boy on the other side of that door. I’d met him twice and yet every time I saw his face, that dull, lifeless look in his eyes and the obvious discontent with his circumstances, I wanted to help him, to hug him and hold him and tell him it would be okay. I didn’t know why, but I wanted this boy to be happy and it was starting to fuck with my mind.

 I walked down the stairs to my office, unable to let my mind and body rest until I’d at least checked into this boy. I sit down at my desk and grab the security system remote. I pull up the camera in guest room one and turn it on. No, I’m not a creep but I’d had an incident a couple of years ago where my housekeepers stole around Ten Thousand dollars worth of stuff from my home and since then every room, except for bathrooms, were fixed with two cameras hidden in corners of the room, I upped the security on the outside of the house, cameras, fences and a gate that only opened when someone entered a code that I had changed weekly, or I buzzed them in.

Staring into the screen that was positioned above the door I could see Cameron pacing the room. His hands were moving wildly from his hips to the back of his head and back in a matter of seconds. He took a seat on the bed only to stand a second later and look at the bed in what looked to be fear, like it had just burned him or something. He looked around the room then, again fear clearly written on his face and I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to this boy to make him so afraid of everything.

I decided then that he was safe in my home, and that I could finally go to sleep so I head to my room and lay down myself. Its there, laying in my bed that I realize that I hadn’t been checking his room, to see if he’d steal from me, but rather to see if he was okay. I shake my head as I feel myself start to wonder what this could me,

‘No, I’m not going to do this to myself.’  I say stubbornly in my head. I refuse to admit to anyone, even my inner conscience, that I have feelings for that boy down the hall. He’s just my local bum that I wanted to help out.

I repeat that sentence to myself until I finally fell asleep that night.

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When I wake up that morning, I just lay there for a moment staring at my ceiling. A moment later I remember that Cameron’s in my house and I hop up, pulling on a pair of pajama pants over my boxers and head down the hall. My feet move with purpose carrying me down the hall to the room that I left him in last night. I stand outside the door to his room wondering briefly why I’m even doing this, he’s just some homeless kid right?

No. The voice in my head replies and I shake my head trying to convince myself that I’m not going crazy.

I lift my hand after my inner thoughts are quieted and knock on the door with the side of my knuckles three times. Then, I wait. And wait. And wait. I life my hand and knock again, louder, five times. Then, I wait. And wait. And wait. No answer. Finally, I reach for the knob turning it while slowly entering the room, giving Cameron a chance to realize that I’m on my way in.

I look around the room confused and shocked wondering why it’s completely empty. The bed is made just like my housekeeper does it and looks completely unlived in. there’s no indication that Cameron was ever in the room, let alone slept in the bed. I looked around, nothing was missing or out of place, well, except Cameron. It was only eight in the morning so there was no way he could have gotten too far from here, so I decide to go looking for him.

Walking down the stairs I hear what I could only ever describe as an angels voice singing.  My ears perked up and I let my feet carry me in the direction of the lovely sound. I found myself standing outside of my kitchen listening to the unknown voice sing Skillets song ‘Hero.’ It was slower and softer but it was just as good if not better and damn, it was sexy.

The voice was low and husky, soft and smooth and obviously belonged to a guy, a guy I wanted to meet. With the fleeting thought of who the hell was in my house came to mind but was lost as I pushed the door to the kitchen open to reveal a sexy shirtless beast wearing black pants and an apron, cooking and singing in my kitchen.

Cameron.

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Yes, I'm terrible, it's short I'm sorry...

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