I'm getting into doing rewrites of my old stories that I think are crap, or could at least be better than what they are now. If you just start then you can wait for the rewrite or not, though I prefer if you wait since this is an old story and I wanna make it better.
Chapter 1:Homeless Girl and Lone Boy
A boy, 15 years of age, alone in the world. School had just let out and it was now summer vacation for him. He walks with his head down, his hands in his pockets wondering about nothing at all. He wears a white buttoned up shirt with black pants, his school emblem plastered on the pocket on his white shirt. He concentrates on the ground as he walks, seeing his feet take the steps against the side walk, the same side walk he walked thousands of times before.
Then, for no reason at all, he lifted his head and turned his face to the side looking into the alley between two store buildings. He didn't know why he did this, but that would not be the first strange thing he would do as he caught his first glimpse of the girl. She looked beaten down and tired, her clothes were old, torn, and caked with dirt. Her body was unhealthily thin, long midnight blue hair that was tangled and held clumps of dirt and whatever else that might have trapped in the tresses. He stopped at the alley entrance watching her. She did not seem to notice him as she remained curled in a small ball with her back pressed against the brick wall of one of the buildings. She seemed to be crying or maybe trying to sleep in the uncomfortable position.
No one else was even acknowledging this run-down girl. He moved closer and made it to the spot in front of the female. He continued to watch her with no words escaping either of either mouths. He watched the incline of her head as it tilted up and gave him a look at her face. Her eyes had no pupils or emotion, and like most of her body there was dirt on her face as well. He didn't understand why, but as he stared in her eyes tears began to spill from them. Rolling over the dirty cheeks and falling onto the tattered clothing.
He reached out a hand to her waiting for her to take it, but seemed wary. She looked at it apprehensively, studying what was either his hand or the gesture itself. She rubbed the tears away from her eyes and looked up to the boy in front of her. He had no expression and looked serious, but he was alone like her. She reached out her own hand shakily making it to his till it lands on his palm. His fingers wrapped around and made a grip before forcing up to her feet with a gentle tug, but he muscles were weak so her legs were shaky the moment she stood on them and could not stop herself from falling against him. He bent down some looping an arm under her slim legs and his other went around her back with one shift movement he had lifted her into a bridal style hold. He took her out of the alley and started his way back on his regular path towards his apartment ignoring the stares and whispers of people around as he passed by carrying the girl.
It didn't take long to get to his apartment and up the steps to the second floor. He went to end of the hall and stood in front of apartment door. He shifted the girl in his arms to where he held in air by her waist with his one arm wrapped around with her legs dangling down and her upper body leaning into his. He used his now free arm to fumble through his pants pocket and find his keys. He pulled them out easily found the key to his apartment door allowing him to unlock it. He pushed the door open some before returning his keys to pocket and then bringing the girl back into the bridal hold as he carried her inside.
The apartment is simple, a couch, chair, table with nothing on it, a TV on an entertainment center in a small living room set up to the right, the left a dining table that could probably sit 6 people at most with the matching chairs placed around it and an open kitchen. A closest for coats by the door, a hall the lead back to the bathroom and bedrooms.
He shut the door with his foot and stepped over to the couch sat her down while he sat down on the table that was in front of the couch. "Who are you?" he asked her, starring into her lifeless eyes and she merely starred back, no words escaping her lips. 'What in world was I thinking? I just brought some random girl to my house!'he thought to himself, mentally kicking himself a thousand times over.
He sighed as stood. He left her where she was as he went back down the hall. It did not take long before he came back carrying one of his old shirts and shorts. He went back to standing in front of her in the small space between the table and couch. He dropped the clothes on her lap, but she merely starred at them. He sighed again wishing he had some sense to stop himself from what he was about to do. He moved the clothes from her lap and dropped them on the table. He gave another look over her current apparel and from what he could tell it must have been some sort of dress at some point, now it was just a rag. He gripped the bottom hem and pulled it up, running underneath her light weight and the lifting it over her head with ease. He tossed it aside like trash before looking back and giving small thanks that she had a bra and panties, though it didn't stop his hormone filled mind noticing that her assets were snugly fitting into the small garment. He was hoping she would not think he was some sort of pervert, but he was a guy and a teenage one at that.
He grabbed the shirt from the table and quickly put her head through the opening. He could already see the shirt was gonna be big, but it was better than that dress. He helped her twist her arms into the sleeves. He sat down as he took the shorts setting her legs into the holes and pulling them up her legs until he reached her mid-thigh. He changed his grip on the shorts and jerked them up to her waist causing her be lifted from the couch for a short moment. "There," He said smirking satisfied enough the shorts were just as baggy as the shirt, but at least they were staying on. "Go to sleep, you can bath and everything tomorrow." He told her and watched her give a silent nod before laying across the soft cushions of the couch. The dark-blue couch was getting dirty, but what did he care not like it would show. She gripped a couch pillow using it as a pillow a small fist rested on the pillow next her head and her body curled back into the familiar ball he had found her in and she was out in seconds. He watched her body rise and fall with her breathing for a few moments before leaving to get a blanket. He went to the same room he had gotten the clothes and came back with a blue blanket that he draped over the small female form.
He stared at her for a few more minutes before he left to the other room, his bedroom. He laid across the bed hoping to find some rest and it was if you count dreaming of the mystery girl who sleeping in his living room.