A/N: ok, so i bet your wondering who she bumped into. but hey think about it, isn't it obvious? ok well yeah, i know your aching for more so here's another chapter to quench your thirst.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I began to apologize then I saw who I had bumped into.
"It's ok, miss…hey wait I know you don't I?" He recognized me. "You're the girl I saw last night, so how are things, youse ok?" He asked concernly.
"Well it's definitely better than yesterday."
"I'm sorry about what happened."
"I guess you heard the story then?" I rolled my eyes, feeling completely embarrassed.
"Yeah, I did."
"Well, Mr. Conlon, it was nice bumping into you again, but I have to go or else I'll be late for work."
"Alright, maybe we'll bump into each other again?" He chuckled.
"You never know." I smiled brightly. He smiled back, and I couldn't help but notice what a fabulous smile he had. So I went on my way, and after a full day of baking I was exhausted. By the time I closed the shop, it was dark, and I sullenly made my way home. I was about to turn a corner when I saw a pack of boys starting to huddle around a pair of boys who were heavily engaged in fighting. Soon the fight intensified, and the rest of the boys joined the fight, turning it into a heavy brawl. I was about to continue on my way, and try to escape this messy scene, when I recognized one of the boys fighting was Spot. Before I could even think, I heard a whistle go off. It was the cops. The whistling soon grew louder, and the boys soon heard it too. They all scattered in different directions, and I saw Spot running my way. I turned to my left and saw five cops coming his way. For some reason, I felt as if I had to help him. I quickly ran after him, and grabbed his hand. He looked at me, confused. There was no time to explain, I dragged him in the other direction, then ducked into a nearby alley way that lead onto a different street. I kept running until we were safe and out of danger. We stopped and tried desperately to catch our breath.
"Thanks," Was all he could muster up to say. I looked up at him, and realized he had a nasty cut on his head.
"Your hurt." I raised a hand to his face, to see how badly he was injured.
"I'll be fine." He insisted.
"Come," I insisted as I began to walk. He gave a curious look but he didn't say anything. We walked a block to my apartment.
"Where are we?' He asked.
"My apartment." I answered. We soon made our way up to the fifth floor, and into my apartment.
"Have a seat," I told him. I then went to fetch a medical kit, I kept in the bathroom. I then came back out, and found Spot looking curiously about the room. I kneeled on the floor, then began to clean and bandage his wound.
"Youse don't gots ta do dat," He insisted. I simply looked up into his blue eyes, which I hadn't noticed till now were gorgeous, and smiled. I was soon done, and I arose, and began to make my way to the kitchen.
"Want some coffee?" I offered, as I put a kettle on top of the stove.
"No thank you, I'se really should be on me way."
"I wouldn't recommend leaving anytime soon." I called out as he got up and began making his way to the door. He looked back at me, and I explained. "The cops will be searching the area for you boys all night." I then walked to a nearby closet, pulled out a pillow, and a blanket, and tossed it to him. "You can sleep on the couch if you like." He didn't say anything, he just gave me this weird unreadable look.
"Look I'm not going to kill you or anything." I smiled.
"I know dat, it's jist, why youse doing all dis for me?" He asked.
"You know what I think, I think more people should do kind things for people now a days, then people wouldn't have to ask 'why are you doing this for me?' when someone does something nice, just for the sake of doing something nice for someone." I smiled. He gave a slight grin, then proceeded to spread the blanket over the couch.
