Chapter Six: Rumors Part 3/ Love at First Sight

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Fry's breath sawed in and out as he ran down another alley working his way out of town. He didn't care how is health was right now, all he cared about was getting out of this town so he would be one more suspect off the chart.

"Once I'm gone they won't care anymore. They'll just think something tragic happened to me and forget about it, forget about all this vandilization going on," Fry reassured himself.

Fry worked his way out to an old shack. It was occupied, but at least the owners didn't know about the accident, because they don't get the news on Fry's town.

Fry knocked on the door a couple times and waited before an old woman brought the curtain back to see whom their visitor was. Fry just met the old woman's gaze with a friendly smile.

As she opened up the door Fry prepared himself for a good first impression.

"Hello, Ma'am," he said holding a hand out. The old lady shook his hand and looked at him suspiciously.

"What's your business?" she asked never breaking her gaze.

Fry blushed as he thought of a lie to feed the old woman, "My house just burnt down. And I need a place to stay."

"Come in," she said leading the way into the living room where an old man sat as he watched TV.

Fry looked around as he brought himself back to the couch.

"Nice place you got here," he offered looking at the old man as he gazed his dark brown eyes into Fry's.

"What's your name, Dear?" asked the old lady bringing in a pan of cookies.

"No thank you," Fry said holding out a hand at the plate of cookies the old lady offered, "my name is Phillip."

"Hello, Phillip. My name is Olga," she said returning a smile.

Fry wasn't used to being called Phillip, he was so used to Fry he barely noticed she was talking to him, but he had to go by that name if he was going to be a suspect subtracted from the list, he just had to.

"Nice to meet you Olga," he returned the smile back to her once again.

"And this is my husband Miles, he is the shy type," she whispered to Fry.

"Hey," Fry said lightly to Miles raising a hand. Miles just stared right back at him, no emotion in his face.

"So, Fry?" Olga started, "where was your house before uh... it went... down?"

"In a town," he answered quickly; not wanting to remember that vandalized place.

"Oh, I heard there was some weirdo going around vandalizing towns," she said looking at Fry setting her feet up on the chair rest.

"Yes, there is," Fry answered.

"That's why I was so precocious at the door." She said once again gazing into Fry's eyes.

"I—"

"Mom, I'm home!" yelled a girl's voice interrupting Fry in his conversation.

A girl as tall as Fry entered the little shack wearing a short skirt and a belly-top. She had blonde hair that waved in the wind so vividly.

Fry gasped as she entered the room not noticing him.

"Hello, Kimie. How was your day?" Olga asked looking up at her beautiful daughter.

"Grade twelve is such a drag," Kimie said as she dropped her book-bag and leaned up against the counter brushing some tears back, "my boyfriend totally dumped me today! He said I just wasn't the one and he wanted to get it done with before grade twelve was over and I would think of something serious between us."

"Oh, come here," Olga said as her teenage girl burst out in tears over her shoulder.

Kimie turned around when she noticed Fry.

She jumped in shock and embarrassment as she whipped some tears away.

"Who are you?" she asked with a shaky voice.

"I- I- I- I –" Fry stalled as he gazed up at the beauty that stood before him.

"This is Phillip," Olga said, "his house burnt down and we happened to be the lucky ones to take him in."

"Oh, that's tragic," she said walking over to him, "I am so sorry, thinking my problem was worse, when here you are no home left and obviously no family and not even crying. How thoughtful of you," she said giving Fry a hug.

Fry's heart skipped a beat when she looked into his eyes.

"Aren't you a cutie," with that she grabbed her book-bag and walked over to her room.

Fry stared at her as she left the living room.

He was in love.