'And don't come back in to this house until I say it is alright for you to do so!' I winced as the door was slammed shut in my face. I don't know why, but I guess even after two years of this happening, the loud bang the heavy door makes just isn't something you can get used to. I sighed, slung my backpack on my shoulders and headed of down the street. Dad's been doing pretty much nothing but drinking for the past two years, and that's when this all started. Mum moved out with a guy she'd been having an affair with for three years, and you could probably guess that dad was heart broken. Especially since we'd moved from England not too long before that. Luckily, I'd bought my iPod with me this time, which is something I've usually forgotten in the past. I sat down on a bench, plugged myself in, and watched the world go by. I must have dropped off at some point during 'Therapy', as I was awoken by a tap on my shoulder. I could hear the muffled voice of this person, a guy, possibly the same age I was. I lazily took my earphones out and turned off my iPod, opened my eyes and turned to look at him.

'Oh good, you are awake! I just saw you sitting here from my window over there,' he pointed at the house behind him. 'And wondered if you were okay because you've been sitting here an awfully long time!' I blinked, as it came to realisation that the guy standing in front of me was…

'I'm Jack, by the way, Jack Barakat.' I smiled at him and nodded.

'I'm Hailee, Hailee Black.' This time it was his turn to smile. He then sat down next to me, turned to me and faced me, sitting cross-legged on the bench.

'I like your hair!' he grinned, running his fingers through a few strands of my blonde hair with bright purple highlights. To be fair, it wasn't in the best condition today. I nodded again, smiling awkwardly and he moved his hand away. 'So, how old are you?' he tilted his head slightly, making the skunk like streak in his hair go in funny directions.

'18,' I looked back at the road. He nodded, still grinning.

'Oh cool! I'm nearly 20!' I chuckled slightly at his enthusiasm. 'So what were you listening to?' He looked down at my iPod in my hands.

'I don't know, I fell asleep through most of the…-Jack!' Before I could finish the sentence he had grabbed my iPod from me and was looking through it. I sighed. 'Excellent,' I thought to myself. 'He's going to stop talking to me once he finds out I like his band.' I watched his face as he went through my artists lists, and he gave it back after 5 minutes.

'You like a lot of awesome music!' he grinned, then winked. 'If I do say so myself.' He chuckled to himself. 'It's cool you like our band.' I nodded slightly, possibly because I felt like an idiot. I felt him nudge me and looked at him, pulling back slightly as he was only a couple of inches from my face. 'Do you want to come inside? It's cold out here.' I looked back at his house, then at him.

'Are you sure?' I asked, not wanting to scare him off.

'Of course! Come on, you look freezing!' He had grabbed my backpack from the floor and was already heading inside. I sighed, and got up to follow. I winced as I got up as I really hadn't realised how cold it was, or how long I'd been sitting there. I was numb from head to toe. I closed my eyes tightly for a second before opening them again, and realised that Jack was quickly at my side again. 'You okay?' I nodded slightly.

'Yeah, just realised that I'm really freaking numb.' He laughed slightly, and put his arm round me to guide me back to the house. He shut the door behind us as we walked in and the rush of heat hit me quickly, making my whole body tingle.

'Kitchen's through here!' he shouted, making me soon see that he was no longer next to me. I followed his voice and found him instantly. 'So Hailee, how does hot cocoa sound?' he asked, not really giving me an answer as he was already making it. I nodded, smiled and leaned against one of the counters. His kitchen was a lot bigger than mine, well, his house in general was. And it also didn't reek of alcohol. He watched me as I looked around.

'Nice kitchen,' I smiled sheepishly. He grinned.

'Thanks!' he made the hot cocoa's and we sat down at the kitchen table. 'Don't take this the wrong way, but you sound very British. Where are you from?'

'The Philippines,' I joked, but then saw the confused look on his face. 'No, I'm from a town called Brighton, which is in England.'

'I've been to Brighton! A couple of times, actually,' he took a sip of his drink. 'It's nice there.' I shrugged.

'I guess.' We drank our drinks in silence after that. It was only ten minutes, but it gave me time to warm up and take in the surroundings. Once we'd finished, Jack took both our mugs and put them in the sink.

'I took your bag up to the guest room,' he smiled. I raised an eyebrow, and he obviously noticed as he quickly said 'you looked like you needed a place to stay.' I nodded.

'Yeah, I did, thanks.' I smiled sheepishly again, and quickly jumped when there was a knock on the door.