I love the Hobo?

I love the Hobo? - Chapter 2

Isabella POV.

I couldnt help but stare at this beautifull boy, he stared at the ground awkwardly.

And then i realised he was stood in just a towel..

''Wait here..ill get you some clothes.''  I said to him.

He smield at me and my heart punded un-evenly. What the hell was that?

I chose to ignore it and ran upstairs and straight into my bedroom. I pulled open the bottom drawer of my dresser and pulled out a black shirt; boxers and a pair of black jeans.

All my ex-Boyfriends....

I ran back downstairs quickly still worried that he's take something, he wouldnt worry? i had a random hobo in my house.

I handed him the clothes and he smiled weakly and yet again my heart took off in a sprint. I frowned, i should really get that checked out.

He walked back up the stairs to get changed. I turned back to the stove and turned it off. It smelled delicious...

I took a plate out of the cuboard and placed it on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

I scooped the stew onto it and waited patiently for the boy to come down.

I wasnt hungry..i made alot of food...but im pretty sure he'll eat it. He's so skinny. I shivered. He must be starving...

As he walked into the kitchen he stared at the plate of food on the table and he licked his lips. I smiled, i was right.

''Umm, thats for you.'' i said.

He pointed at himself with one eye brow raised, he obviously wasnt used to people giving him food...or a house to stay in.

I nodded my head and smiled sheepsihly at him.

His lips pulled up into a dazzling smile and i felt so happy that id put that smile on his face.

He sat down and stuffed his face with food, he didnt even bother chewing he just swallwed..

Wow, he really was hngry.

Once he finished i stared at him shocked. He smiled nervously.

''Do you want more?'' i asked.

He still looked rather hungry, not that i blame him. He nodded his head a hige grin on his face. I smiled in return and scooped more onto his plate.

He took his time eating it this time, savouring it i suppose.

It took large spoonfulls and chewed slowly before swallowing. I probaly seemed freaky just stood leaning against the counter watching him eat, but i found him fascinating. And beautifull.

Once he finished that he stared at me an apologetic look on his face once he realised he had ate the whole stew.

He pointed at me a questioning look on his face.

I frowned,

''Me?'' i said.

He nodded and i smiled.

I shook my head. ''No, im not hungry.''

He nodded and then pushed the empty bowl away from himeslf. He slouched in the chair and patted his stomach.

I took the bowl from the table and placed it in the sink, id clean it later.

''Do you want to wach Tv or something?'' I asked awkwardly.

I new that was a stupid question, he was obviously gratefull to be in a home, but i couldnt think of anything else to ask.

He chuckled lightly and then nodded.

I walked from the kitchen into the living room and switched the TV on.

I sat on the sofa and he sat down beside me awkwardly. I put on a random channel and turned towards him.

He was staring intently at the TV.

''So, whats your name?'' i asked.

He turned towards me. And then he shook his head.

What was that supposed to me?

'' Well, im Isabella.'' i said.

He smiled widley and nodded his head.

And then he mouthed 'Jeydon'.

''Your names Jeydon?'' i asked.

He nodded.

We were getting somewhere...slowly.

I glanced towards the TV not really paying attention, but i looked towards Jeydon and he had his full attention on the TV, he seemed quite fascinated with it. I wondered how long he had been homeless..maybe he'd never had a tv.

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Jeydons POV.

I wished so much so that i could thank this girl.

But i just couldnt form any words, i hadnt spoke in so many years and it hurt jsut asking her for help earlier.

But she'd taken me into her home ,weather she wanted to or not, she still did it and i was so very gratefull.

I had lived on the streets for many years and learnt that most people who would walk by would for a penny or two at me or kick me..I flinched and the Beautifull girl beside me stared at me concerned.

I tore my eyes from hers and concentrated on the TV.

This was heaven to me. The warmth, Food. Being able to actually feel human. And not distant from everybody else.

I was just about managing, i had a backpack with everything i needed.

Toothbrush;Shaver; clothes.

But one evening some teenagers thought it would be fun to steal everything i had left.

I had managed to get my bah back, but all that remained in it was a toothbrush and shaver. I would go to the local homeless shelter everynow and then but i didnt like it. I didnt like the sympathy. I wanted to be treated normall. I was homeless, but that didnt mean i wasnt human.

I glanced at the clock on the wall above the TV and it was rather late.

10:38pm.

The girl pulled herself off the sofa and switched the TV off.

She turned her eyes towards mine and i was lost in them for a moment, and then she spoke.

''I have a spare room..i mean, if you want to stay.''

She had such an angelic voice...

I nodded my head, how i wished i could answer her. But my voice was lost. Id hope it would be back eventually, id want to thank this girl and show her how happy she'd made me just by letting my stay the night.

I new she'd want me out of the house tommorow, who wants a hobo in there house anyway?

She jsut felt bad for me, and i new id wake up tommorow and she'd ask me to leave.

And thats why i wouldnt let myself get close to any people in my life, because i new they'd be out of my life beofre long.

She led the way up the stairs and i followed.

I sighed and prepared for the absue i new id get once i was back on the streets tommorow.