He threw the door shut and slung me into his house.

It was quite big. I had my eyes shut and just wasn't paying attention on the way so I had no idea where I was. He had a small, circle table sitting on top of wooden flooring, surrounded by an oven, a fridge, a sink, cupboards, a microwave and a long oak counter. This must be the kitchen. I looked over to him and got to actually see what he looked like for the first time.

He looked about 14, the same age as me. He had chocolate brown hair that swept across his face, and had a slight flick to the right side of him. His eyes, I thought, were like mine - unusual. Mine were purple, with green specks in them, and his were green, with purple specks in them. Weird. He was wearing a red checkered shirt, which was covered in mud, and some of the blood from me had rubbed off onto him. Torn faded blue jeans covered half his legs, and he had a pair of black Converse on his feet.

"Finished staring at me yet?" He muttered through clenched teeth, and turned to put his hands on the counter. "The shower's upstairs."

"I don't want a shower yet," I grumbled, looking at the floor, tracing the simple patterns with my eyes.

"Well then what do you want?" He asked, annoyed.

"We're 'in'. It's later."

"Fine. What do you want to know?" He groaned, shuffling his feet uncomfortably and turning his head away.

"What's your name?"

"Aidan. Next?"

"Do you know my name?"

"Alyssa." My eyes widened and my heart thumped.

"How do you know that? And why am I here?" He bit his lip and looked down. He walked over to sit next to me and shut his eyes. I looked at him in anticipation.

"I don't know-"

"Don't you dare tell me you don't know." He opened his eyes and stared hard at me.

"Let me finish. I don't know-" his gaze was making me feel uncomforable so I returned to staring at the floor. "-for one, if I should tell you, and for two, how to tell you."

"Yes, you should, and think of a way. It's not rocket science."

"You'd be surprised," he said, rolling his eyes. "Go and have a shower and then we'll sort this out."

I rose from my chair but then stopped. "There's no point in me having a shower because I haven't got any other clothes and if I put these-" I stared down in horror at my once white vest top and my checkered short shorts. "-Back on then I'm just going to get all dirty again."

"I've got some clothes you can borrow." I shrugged, and followed him upstairs.

"Better than nothing," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. It still weirded me out how he knew my name. I will find out what's happened. And I will find out soon.

The End

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