I was walking along through Central Park after work when I met him. He was wrapped in a ripped and shaggy blanket and had a grubby beanie on his head that covered his ears. His body shuddered against the cold of the middle December. Snowflakes floated and landed on the newspaper that surrounded him. I studied his features; he had shaggy, greasy blonde hair, and had thin facial hair that covered his angular jaw. I smiled and bent over and tried to wake him up. It was Christmas, and I felt the joy that Christmas brings. His eyes fluttered open and I was shocked to see he had brilliant green eyes.

"Come with me," I said. I looked at the man's confused face and smiled. "It's Christmas, its freezing cold and you need to be somewhere warm. Come with me." I helped the stranger to his feet. His hands were covered by a pair of ratty gloves that had holes in it. I looked up to the black sky. I saw the sleet falling from the sky, dampening the pavement and the grass of Central Park. Shielding the man from the cold, I took him to my car and turned the heater on.

"I'm Carlie Garcia," I introduced myself and smiled at him. "Who are you?"

"Kendall Knight," he replied. His teeth chattered as he said this. "Thank you." I turned the key in the ignition and felt my car roar to life. As I drove to my apartment, the only sound besides the whooshing of the heater and my engine was Kendall's teeth chattering. Either he was nervous or freezing cold. The inside of my car was boiling, but I didn't complain. Kendall needed the heat. I pulled into parking spot near the elevators and shut off the engine, Kendall and I went up to my apartment.

"Take a hot shower and get cleaned up. I can wash your clothes for you if you want," I suggested. Kendall nodded and headed to the bathroom, exchanging his ripped and dirty clothes for a pair of massive sweats that didn't fit me and a baseball t-shirt. I washed his clothes and dried them using the communal laundry in the basement of the building, and I returned to see Kendall standing at the window looking out at the city. The sweats I gave him were nearly a perfect fit, and the baseball T looked like a normal shirt. Kendall was really tall and he had a skinny frame. The clothes drowned him out a little. I place Kendall's clean clothes on the couch and cleared my throat. He spun around, his green eyes looking me over from head to toe, like he had never seen me before. His angular features sharpened and showed definition that was hidden before but was now revealed because he had closely shaven. He looked like a new person, not someone that was sleep on a park bench in central park. His features softened as he gave me a slight smile. I walked to the kitchen and started to cook spaghetti, and he gratefully ate the food in silence. I looked at the time at the time and realized with a shock that it was late.

"You can sleep in my bed tonight, Kendall. I'll sleep on the couch," I said. I started to walk away to find some blankets and a pillow when Kendall spoke.

"No, I'll sleep on the couch. I don't want to be a burden. Besides, I've spent months sleeping on park benches. I'm kind of used to it," he said with a light smile. Taken away that this was the first thing he had said to be besides thanks, I grinned back at him.

"And that is exactly why you should sleep on the bed. It's a big day tomorrow. I'm going to take you shopping and find you new clothes." Okay, he has to me scared now. I was a crazy shopper. Some people call me mad, others call me addicted. Before he could protest, I pushed him into my bedroom and shut the door. I heard a muffled thank you and I walked back to the couch.

I was eating breakfast with Kendall (bacon and eggs with butter croissants, yummy) when there was a knock on the door. I set the croissant down that I was eating and walked over the door. I looked out of the peephole and saw an eye staring back at me. Only one person ever did that. I opened the door with a squeal as my big brother got me into a bear hug and lifted me off the ground.

"Carlos! Put me down!" I shouted. He placed me on the ground only to be picked up again in another bear hug by my brother from another mother, James Diamond. He set me down and took one look at Kendall, and started to freak.

"James, Carlos, relax! This is Kendall. I found him yesterday…" my voice trailed off, not sure how to continue. Do I tell them there was a super-hot, homeless bum staying in my apartment? That won't go down well.

They looked at me accusingly and I shrugged, with an innocent look on my face.

"Kendall, this is Carlos, my brother, and this is James, who isn't my brother but he is very close," I introduced the three of them. "Carlos, James, this is Kendall, I found him yesterday and I decided to help him out." I shot a "be nice" look to both of them.

"Yup. This is my unbiological little sister," James grinned at me and threw Kendall a "hurt her, and you die look". Carlos on the other hand, raced over to Kendall and shook his hand rather wildly, and said:

"Was sup Kendall?" Kendall looked at me like, "what the hell" and I smiled and shrugged at him.

"Umm, Kendall and I were about to go shopping. He needs new clothes for winter so…"

"Oh dear!" Carlos looked scared and shocked at Kendall. "You're goin' shopping with my little sis? You gonna wish you had never been born!" he turned to me and grinned.

"Shut up, Carlitos," I punched him in the arm.