"What's wrong?" Bas asked me.

I looked over to him and smile.

"I'm fine," I said.

"No your not, what's wrong?" Bas asked.

"I just remembered that I need to find a present for Erik. Its going to be his birthday soon."

"Were going to my house and eat there," Bas said, as he drove faster.

I didnt say anything but looked out the window.

...

Bas drove up to a gate, and talked to the man. Then the gate opened. Bas drove on and he drove to an equally big house as all the other ones here.

"You live here?" I asked.

Bas smiled and got out the car. I got out, and saw that Bas had my bag in his hand.

"What do you want to eat?" Bas asked

"Pizza," I said.

"Come on," Bas said, then walked to the house front door.

He unlocked the door and walked to the living room. It seemed normal, and not very fancy from something you would think, for a gated community.

"My dad, and I like simple stuff." Bas said as he could have read my mind.

Bas was lend against a wall. I looked around to see that there was a coffee table in the middle of the room, two love seats on the sides, a tv on the wall, and a couch across from that. There were books and paper all over one love seat, floor and some on the table too.

'I bet you were born for this,' his voice ran in my head.

I bit my lip and looked back at Bas.

"What's wrong? Bas asked me.

"I told you once and I'll tell you again. I'm fine." I said.

One of Bas eyebrows rose up.

"One, fine doesn't mean fine. Two, I know you're not. Three, I was talking about you biting your lip," Bas said.

"Just remembering something. So are you going to order pizza or?" I asked trying to change the topic.

"Sure what do you want?" Bas asked taking his phone out.

"Hawaiian," I said sit on the couch.

Bas nodded his head and walked out the room. I looked over to my bag.

'Would I have enough time to get it out?' I thought to myself.

I just kept on looking at the bag. I stood up only for Bas to walk in. I looked over at him and gave a smile. He walked over to me and sat on the couch. I sat down next to him. He didn't say anything, nor did he do anything.

"Kurt, why did you pack all of those clothes?" Bas asked me.

"My friends and family think I'm a fashionista," I said.

"What? Are you?

"Well it helps."

"With?"

"Excuses."

"What do you mean?"
"Why I wear long sleeves. Why theres a lot of skin care things, why I can act like a bitch," I said.

"You know were going to eat then go to my room, and we're going to have a nice long talk," Bas said.
I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why don't we just talk now?" I asked as I took off my shoes.

"Fine. How much do you lie to everyone you know?" Bas asked, without skipping a beat.

I blinked at him. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and then wrapped my arms around my self.

"You dont have to do that," Bas said.

"I know know what your talking about, for both of the things you said," I said, not moving.

Bas turned himself around he was facing me, he ended up sitting in a way so he was half sitting, and half laying down. He grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me to him. My head ended up being on his chest, and he had his somewhat wrapped around my lower body. I sighed, but I snuggled my head in his chest.

"Why you doing this?" I asked.

"The way you were sitting before, was like you were trying to cut me off. This was it seems like you're more open. Plus this way you may feel a little bit safer," Bas said as he looked down at me.

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"When I came back from the hospital for the first week, this is how me and my dad went to sleep."
I humorously laughed.

"What?" Bas asked me, with a frown on his face.

"Oh no it has nothing to do with you. But I wouldn't be able to do that," I said with a frown.

"Why not? We slept together already, twice and you only knew me for a like a day or two."

"Yeah but my dad has the same build as Erik, and me waking up next to that would not be good."

Bas hummed, and put a hand in my hair then started to play with it.

"You know you never told me, how much you lie to your family," Bas said in a soft tone.

"I don't. I just ever over exaggerate, who I am sometimes," I said in an equally some tone

"How?"

"Well I do like fashion, maybe even enough to do it as a career. But I don't really like on having walk around in the mall for hours. And to me being bitchie it so I can protect myself, so maybe, hopefully people wouldn't want to keep on talking to me," I said.

"Why do you go the mall then?" Bas asked me.

"I need new clothes, and the girls like to come with me. But they just want to shop and shop."

"Why do you need new clothes?"

"Even if I fix, and wash the clothes I just can't bring myself to put them back on."

Bas let his hand fall from my hair to my back, and started to rub it.

"You didn't ask about me being a bitch," I said.

"One your not a bitch. Two I get it. I sleep around, that's my version of being a 'bitch'."

"Dalton seems like a good school."

"It has an anti-bullying policy, a lot of people come for it."

"Why haven't you told anyone there then?" I asked.

"Why haven't you told anyone?" Bas asked me right back.

"Because what happened isn't in my past, unlike you."

Sorry this had a lot of dialog in it. Sorry for any and all grammar/spelling mistakes. Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it!