The house was small. The bathroom was small and cluttered, the rooms were miniscule and yet again cluttered. There was so much in the small space but Zoey attempted to pay no mind, it would be insulting to both Ellis and his mother.

"Here's your room." Ellis told her and opened a door to what looked like a closet. It was filled with fabrics and jars of clay and paint and glitter. All the décor was a bit overwhelming but still she thanked Ellis and expected him to leave them. He didn't.

"Hey, I'll get out your bed!" He pulled a couple boxes out of the way and began working on the bed. Zoey sighed and sat down on a plastic bin waiting for Ellis to finish.

"Hey, again, thanks." She muttered and stood,

"Haha, no problem Zoey." Ellis smiled, this time he left with a wave of his hand and calling, "Lemme go get you some pajamas." She plopped down on the bed, it had been an insanely long day and it was barely ten. Maybe she would be left alone for the rest of the night, after Ellis had gotten her pajamas. She moaned and laid back.

"What am I doing here?" She whispered, if she had listened to her mother and had simply flew over here she wouldn't be in this mess, laying in a hideaway bed in some guy that she barely knew's house. With no escape route planned, no knowledge of either him or his mother's criminal record, and certainly no means of which to protect herself with.

She shook herself out of her daze and slammed a fist on her forehead. No, no, Ellis is a nice guy. His mother is just worried about him bringing a girl home! That's all.

"And there you are!" Ellis handed the distressing girl a bundle of clothes, "I'll leave so you can get changed." Zoey smiled at him,

"Thanks again!" She called as he shut the door behind him. She walked over to the door to see if she could lock it. There was no lock at all. Sighing she slid out of her tank top and pulled out the T-shirt Ellis had handed her. It was plain white shirt and it smelt like him, frankly, he smelt good. So much so that she wanted to just sit there and sniff the shirt, but with the door not having a lock, she wasn't about to sit there in her bra and smell this guy's shirt.

So she slid on the shirt and began to work at her belt. She unlatched it and took off her jeans. Zoey pulled up the pants, a black pair of sweat pants. She pulled them on. Grumbling she rolled up the waist line to make them a bit smaller.

"You all good in there?" A woman's voice called, obviously Ellis's mother.

"Yes. I just finished." the woman walked in carrying a bundle of clothes. They were obviously women's clothes, "Oh, you really didn't need to!" Ellis's mother smiled and handed her the pile of clothes. Zoey took them with open arms and placed them on the bed.

Much to the girl's surprise the older woman took a seat on one of the bins and motioned Zoey to sit.

"Girl, I can tell you aren't from here." She smiled, this time it was a kinder smile. Zoey blushed but nodded,

"I'm from Philadelphia, I was just driving through and I got in a car accident and my car got all dinged up!" She explained, "Ellis was nice enough to take me to the Brown's, save me from a raging old man, and then bring me back here." She smiled at the memory of the past couple of hours. "He actually taught me a lot about cars and trucks and such while I was at the shop." Ms. Martin smiled,

"He's such a naïve boy." She told her, "He always puts everyone before himself, so you best pay him back someday." Zoey nodded slowly,

"I promise I will." She chuckled.

"Good, now get to sleep. You look tired." Zoey had been entirely wrapped up I the conversation and forgotten the terrible exhaustion that she felt.

"I will, thank you so much." and with that Ms. Martin stood and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Zoey watched the door as it clicked shut.

It was then when she realized that it would be a long night and at midnight she heard the final lights click off, the doors and windows close, and the creak of footsteps halt, this caused her to moan and roll over again and again until finally she sat up in defeat. Maybe some food and a glass of milk would help her get to sleep. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

Zoey opened the door and slid into the hall.

The kitchen was nice and roomy and had a light smell of spices and flour. She would have smiled, but she couldn't. She was far to tired.

Regardless of whether she was tired of not, she was hungry, she hadn't eaten since early that morning and she was starving. She shuffled through the refrigerator and tried to find something that wouldn't be noticed if it was eaten.

Finally she settled with a small bowl of cereal. The rip off kind that puts the original brand into a new box and gives it a stupid name. Zoey grabbed the bowl and made her way to the table to eat. She froze mid way through her first bite when she heard the sound of footsteps thumping through the hallways. Great, she must look like a total mooch and a gluten stuffing her face with this extremely filled bowl of cereal.

"Damn." She heard Ellis's voice and wasn't sure if she should be more worried or more relaxed so she spun around again and again trying to find a place to hide. It was all quite for a little bit then the footsteps started again. She stopped and looked towards the doorway. Ellis's face snuck around the corner to peak inside. He sighed and smiled when he caught sight of the girl.

"Phew!" He chuckled as he walked in and took a seat next to her. "I thought you were ma." He smiled at her, she smiled back at him.

"I thought you were her too." She observed what he was wearing, jeans and a t-shirt. Strange nighttime attire. "Well…" Zoey began and cleared her throat to break the awkward silence. "What are you up for?" She asked. Ellis smiled.

"I wanna go look at the stars." He admitted. "There are no clouds and they're brightest right now." Zoey giggled.

"Sounds nice." Ellis blushed and asked:

"Hey, Zoey, do you want to come with me?" The girl looked up and her grin widened.

"Sure." She whispered. Ellis smiled with delight and gestured for Zoey to follow him. She stood and obliged trailing after him into the living room and out the front door.

The stars were certainly bright against the pitch black sky. Ellis was right the stars were absolutely beautiful.

"Come on!" Ellis urged and grabbed Zoey's hand. She blushed