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Started October 10, 2018 by @InfinityCry*

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"Oh thanks." She walked over and picked up her food, opening it as her stomach silenced itself, ready to have something in it.

"It was no trouble." Alton replied.

She nodded, beginning to eat her food. (Sorry it's short)

(tis okie)
Alton quickly finished his meal, looking outside. "It's late."

She finished hers as he said so. "Yeah. I think I'll head to bed." To be honest, she probably wasn't going to fall asleep.

“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning.” Alton threw away his trash and retreated to his own room.

"Okay." Red walked back to the guest room, closing the door behind her. (Sorry I'm at a party right now so I'm going to be short and on and off)

"Alright!" she hummed, walking up to the counter

(sorry sorry i was asleep and didn't see it)

Moira follows her to the counter. "I'll have a banana bread and a small coffee"

(is ok)

"Same here" she replied, smiling at the barista

"Alright!" she hummed, walking up to the counter

(sorry sorry i was asleep and didn't see it)

Moira follows her to the counter. "I'll have a banana bread and a small coffee"

(is ok)

"Same here" she replied, smiling at the barista

So a couple minutes later, the Barista called their names and Moira went up to get it. "MMMmmmmm I love bananas"

"Okay." Red walked back to the guest room, closing the door behind her. (Sorry I'm at a party right now so I'm going to be short and on and off)

Alton lay back on his bed. She seems…different. Different than the other girls I’ve housed.

Red layed down, putting in some earbuds hoping she could sleep. She couldn't. Her stomach felt like in was tumbling with anxiety, but she wasn't sure why. She switched positions several times before getting up. Stars should help, right? That was her go to. Being able to see the stars instead of beneath a suffocating roof. She quitely made her way out to what she assumed was the backyard, and she was right. She plopped down into the grass, leaning back onto her hands and staring up at the stars.

Alton heard a slight rustling but didn’t get up, assuming it was Red moving around.

Red closed her eyes, taking in what she could. There was a distant roar of cars on the paved road, which she wished would go away. Whispers were heard everywhere, sent from the leaves on the trees, sometimes the grass whipping around. She opened her eyes amd layed back to take in the full effect of the sky.

Alton fell gently to sleep.
(Skip)

(Sure)
Red awoke to the morning sun splashing itself onto her face. She was right: the stars do help. For a moment, she just layed there remembering the day before. The grass cold on her skin, the wind still blowing it around. Stars had turned to sunrise silence to the gentle song of birds and morning whispers. Red decided to stay for a minute longer, the feeling of nature begging her to stay.

Alton woke, tossing the covers off and dressing and combing his hair quickly. Was Red still outside?

That minute turned into two. Then three. Then four. Until it came to know, minutes later she was still lying in the grass and breathing.

Shaking his hair out of his face, Alton opened the back door. “Red?” He called nervously.

The call of her name brought her back to the average human perception of time instead of her own. She stood up, brushing herself off quickly. "Hi."

"Are you cold or anything? You were out there all night…" Alton asks, concerned.

"I-" she hadn't noticed the goosebumps running up and down her skin until he asked. The stars had really distracted her. "Not much."

"Don't lie. You are cold. Here." He tossed her a thick blanket. "I'm making breakfast."

She was surprised he could see through her lies, no one could usually. She caught the blanket. "Uh- thanks …" She wrapped it arpund herself.

"You're welcome." Alton replied, heading to the kitchen.

She looked around taking it all in one last time before heading inside behind him. She was surprised at him making breakfast. No one had actually ever made her breakfast. Her mom just left it to her to fend for herself, even in her own home. Or what should have been.

Alton put on some toast and eggs and laid back, waiting for them to cook.

Red walked into the dining room (I'm just kinda making stuff up don't mind me) and sat down on a chair. She pulled her blanket close. This guy is nice every single moment. How and why?

God, why do you do this? How? It's going to end up trash, just like it always does…how can you keep doing this? Alton asked himself. Like always, he knew the answer. Because I can't stand to see someone in pain. No matter if it ends up badly for me, it'll always end up better than it was. I just have to keep in mind that I'm helping people, not hurting them.

"Why are you doing this?" Red blurted. She didn't mean to, but her curiosity got the best of her. "I mean, I'm a complete stranger who was a jerk to you. Why?"

Alton looked surprised. "Why wouldn't I? I mean," He began, straightening up, "You needed help, and it didn't look like anyone else was going to give it to you…so I did. Yeah, it might hurt me in the end, but it'll always end up better for you, so that's something." He shrugged.