I jumped back.

Hearing a deep voice. It came out as a hiss. I recoiled. I slowly turned around to face Ken. But, instead I was face to face with a hunk!
I was staring into a pair of green intense eyes. They held a laid back vibe. Wearing a pair of dark washed jeans, ripped at the knees. A grey v- neck that clinged onto his chiselled body. Got me in lala land. Bones that felt like cartilage and spongy. Boy, did I feel something that was never felt before around any guy except for Carter. His hair was moulded into a perfect hairstyle. Black hair, that was a almost replica of Steven Straits, but, had that shaggy look to it. A blend of Zac Efron's haircut. Almost indescrible. Hair that swept over his left eye, showed how vulnerable and mysterious he was. His almost tanned complexion was mesmerizing. Stood there, the imaginary hole that was thriving for Carter Wilms. Was now, closing up. Every inch, closing. It became full. Like a ripe apple ready to be picked. I stood there speechless. He examined my tramautized face. His eyes softened, like a marshmellow. He looked like he did something wrong. I snapped out of my gaze. And saw him in front of face. But, I noticed that he was crippled. Walked in an odd angle. How one of his leg went inward as he walked. My face also softened too. My bottom lip jutted out, feeling sorry for him. He stumbled. But, I managed to catch him in place. His hand somehow was snaked around my waist as I was automatically pulled into him. He scoffed around and got his posture straight.

"I asked you a question" his voice soft and supple. But, somewhat it was suppose to be harsh. I could tell he intended it that way. I didn't.
"Oh, right. Um, I'm sorry"
He chuckled. Limped over to the matteress and plopped himself. Giving out a huff of relief.
"Don't worry. Those aren't mines" he smiled, bearing off dimples that were so adorable on his face.
"Ken's" he nodded.
Figures. I had to share a room with Ken. His style, personality, those bruises that were stitched on his pale arms showed that he would own this piece of crap. It was danger on wheels.
I groaned.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Scott Flayerd"
"Peyton Hart"
"Ah, yes. Barb's niece"
"Sure"
He shook his head.
"What are you, like 25 or 30? Aren't you like married or something?" I joked.
"Psht! I wish! I'm only 19" he added.
"Oh, well what do want?" feeling dumbfounded.
"Nothing, just dropping by. I heard Barb's niece was in town. So I thought I could get a eye of her before anyone else did" he smirked, eyeing my body.
"Mhm, keep your pants on. Not interested" I lied.
The grin, went insanely, wider.
"I like you, kid. Alot" he winked.
I stood there my heart pounding against my ribcage.
"I got some deliveries to run. So I'll see you later 'kay" he responded, sounding hopeful.
"Y-Yeah, later"
He stopped and turned around and came closer.
"Don't worry. Ken won't know" he purred in my ear. He added a smirk and walked away.
"Later, Penny!" he waved and jogged lopsidedly into the hallway.
"Peyton! And bye, drive safe!" I warned. He roared a laugh, that echoed of the thin walls. I sighed. I guess I did find hope here in Lake Vahgan. My summer was going to be good after all.

I skipped down the stairs. To still see Scott still there chatting with Barbra. I walked to them.

"Peyton, doll. This is--"
"Scott" I smiled, how wonderfully it rolled off my tongue. She looked taken back, but, then recomposed her face and gave a small smile.
"Ah, Penny. How are you liking Vahgan?" he asked.
"Good, so far" I shrugged. He nodded.
"Okay, like I said got some deliveries" he gestured to the door. "So, I'll see you lovely ladies some time soon."
He wobbled off, down the narrow hallway.

"That must be a pain to walk on" I sighed.
"It is darling. But, he is the only one who really feels it"
"What if others feel it too?"
"That's different. And, hey Scott hates it when people pity on him. So don't, baby doll" she pressed.
"Oh, alright"
"That's my Pey" she smiled.
"Where's Ken?"
"Picking up Amanda at the airport"
"Amanda?"
"His girlfriend. They both met in Seattle"
"Oh, when will he come back"
"Probably a little late. Since he's taking her out to dinner" she shrugged.
"What about Misty?"
"She's on a two day camp program. She'll be here, don't worry" I nodded.
"Oh, and Fred?"
"He'll be home soon. Just that there's been a couple of robbery cases."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, Kellie's jewelery shop got robbed yesterday" she told, "she's furious, and wanted Fred to take desperate actions."