The man with small freckles gracing his skin looked behind me into my house and then stared back down at me. I stared up at him wondering what the hell he could be trying to do, but I said nothing. "You need somewhere to sleep?"

I shook my head no. "I have a apartment."

"I see that-" I cut him off. "So I don't need somewhere to sleep."

What was he trying to do?

He bit his lip. "Uh, I know you don't know me and all...but your sleeping on the floor and-" I cut him off once again.

"It's only temporary, I told you that."

He nodded. "I know but I have a perfectly unused spare room. So if you want it; it's yours till your bed comes."

"I'm fine on the floor." He looked behind me. "It's wet."

I sighed. I didn't trust him or know him. Sleeping at his house wasn't an option. I had no place else to sleep, but I'd crash in the bathtub if need be. My question was why did he come down here in the first place?

"I think I'm okay.."

He nodded. "Well, if you change your mind, the offer still stands, I'm down the hall." I nodded and shut the door. I stared down at the floor and sighed before getting back to work.

After I vacuumed and mopped my whole house, wiping down the counters and cleaning the glass windows, I was exhausted. This house was clean for the most part, but it wasn't clean enough for my comfort. I wanted everything to be spotless.

I changed into some sweat shorts and an old softball t-shirt. It was so ridiculous that I had to pull my clothes from these suitcases and boxes every night for the last two weeks. I brushed my hair from my face and sighed making it back to the l living room.

I looked down at my pallet and groaned. Why did he have to be a damn good samaritan and offer me somewhere to sleep? Now sleeping on this floor was the last thing I wanted to do now that sleeping in a bed was an option.

I don't know freckles but that bed was calling my name. My mattress is supposed to come Tuesday and its Friday. I can't sleep on this floor four more days. I'll need physical therapy.

I slipped my feet into my UGG slides and grabbed my keys, walking out.

I closed my door and walked down to Freckles' door. I rung the bell and crossed my arms looking down the hall. This building always seemed so vacant. I swear Freckles was like the only one I really saw walking around; that or i'd see someone once, and never see them again.

He opened the door and look down at me. "Mind changed?" He asked, clearly amused. I nodded and he chuckled.

I bit down on my lip and looked behind him into his house. "Can I?"

He nodded and moved over to let me walk past him. He closed the door and looked down at me. He said nothing, he just watched me, watching him; it was weird.

Always staring at me like I'm a alien.

I cleared my throat and he snapped back into reality. "My bad."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Your not crazy right? Like I can trust you?"

He gave me a look. "Even if you didn't, it's too late for that. You already stupidly walked in here."

I kissed my teeth. "You didn't have to get smart."

He chuckled. "You didn't have to ask a stupid ass question."

I frowned. "You have a bad attitude..."

"And you Mary Poppins?"

I chuckled. "Why are you so butt hurt?"

"You just asked me was I crazy? Fuck you mean? Was I supposed to embrace that shit?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know what? Never mind. I'll leave." I turned around and headed for the door. I felt him reach for my arm. I had always had a reflex for people grabbing me off guard. He caught my arm causing me to hit him in the face.

"The FUCK?!" I covered my mouth.

"I'm so sorry." I said moving closer to him but he stopped me with his hand. I wanted to release a cackle, but at the same time, I felt bad.

"You grabbed me, it was a reflex." I defended.

He chuckled. "My damn nose is bleeding." He pulled his hand from his face and stared at the blood built on it as his hand covered it.

"Where is your kitchen? Sit down."

He led me into this kitchen and sat in one of the chairs. "Keep your head down. If you lean back you could risk choking on your own blood."

I grabbed a paper towel from the roll and wet it before squatting in front of him. I smacked his hand down from his face and he mugged me. I was too focused on what I was doing to entertain that.

I pinched the bridge of his nose and wiped the blood from around his face.

He silently watched me without protest as I stopped his nose from leaking. I release his nose from my grip and waited to see if it had stopped before I stood to my feet and tossed the blood-filled towel in the trash.

I washed my hands and leaned against the counter.

He was staring at me intensely. It was almost intimidating and from the few times I have talked to him, I had determined that he's rude. This was the second time I'd helped him and he hasn't thanked me unless I commented.

"I know I hit you, but dammit. Your so rude."I mumbled.

A frown graced his handsome face. "How do you figure?" I scoffed.

Was he serious right now?

"You act like its impossible to say those two little words when someone helps you." I spat, venom lacing in every word.

"How do you know I'm not only acting like that towards you?" He countered right back. "You keep taking the initiative to help me when I don't ask you to and then you expect something from me like I owe you."

I kissed my teeth. "That's what you do. I did that out of the goodness of my heart and your being ungrateful." I spat. "If I hadn't helped you the other day. You would have still been trying to get your keys from the floor and if I wouldn't have helped you today, your nose would still be bleeding.."

"You do realize you just punched me right?"

I sighed. "Just say thank you. It takes two seconds and ill feel better."

"Thank you..." He said lowly.

I nodded. "Don't thank me, it was my fault." I smiled.

He gave me a un-amused look and looked down at his shirt. I guess the joke wasn't that funny. "You just did all that bitching for nothing." He mumbled.

He was irritated. Poor giant.

He lifted his blood stained T-shirt off and stood up throwing it away. He was so tall and my eyes couldn't help but drift to his toned arms and stomach. He had a six pack so firm it looked like it hurt. It was sexy; very sexy.

He was so in shape, but why? I mean I know guys work out, but shit. He had me basically mesmerized by his abs.

He was perfection. Physically.

He had a lot of tattoos, but not many. Like he had just started getting them. I had a few myself, but they were simple and mostly coverable. My dad was unaware that I had most of them and I hope it stays that way.

He cleared his throat and I looked up.

"Come on." I nodded.

He lead me down a hallway and opened the door to a random room. His apartment wasn't made like mine. I liked his better, his layout was more spaced and open. It was probably really pretty in the morning.

"Uh, the bed is clean and all that. I haven't used it. No one has used it."

I smiled a little. "Thank you."

He nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I was stationed on my couch watching TV as I usually did. I had a bowl of cereal. This was the center of my damn life. I was going to be in the gym like crazy, when I came back trying to burn this food off.

I'm used to waking up at the crack of morning to be on time for practice. I'm slightly agitated by it, but relieved at the same time that I'm breaking on drills that usually leave me sore by nightfall.

She hadn't made an appearance yet and I figured it was because she was sleeping in comfortable bed. Sleeping on a hardwood wouldn't do much but leave her with a sore back.

I reached over and grabbed my cell phone off the coffee table. I smiled at the name that scrolled across the screen.

"Old ass." I mumbled.

He chuckled. His voice was deep and you could hear my mom in the background. "I ain't even said two words and you starting." I chuckled.

"Sup, pop?"

"What's up with you? Do you need us?"

I sucked my teeth. "Naw, y'all good, y'all got jobs and bills to pay."

"My son comes before a number on a sheet of recycled cotton. Me and your mom are going to be there tomorrow."

"Man, Pop, WHAT THE FUCK?!!" I shouted.

"Cameron, shut the fuck up! I booked the tickets already! You just hop your broke ass to the door when we get there! Stop going back and forth with me! Damn, you and that pride is going to fuck you up!" I heard my mother in the background, scolding him for his choice of vocabulary.

I kissed my teeth and leaned back on the couch.

"Why you even ask?" I spoke, attitude hinted in my tone.

I acted just like my father; it was scary.

I grew up trailing behind him in aims to be just like him when I grew up. He played basketball in college too, he wanted to be a lawyer; but I was still just like him. I wasn't into law much when I was a kid.

I broke them; I didn't study them.

My attitude was identical to his and it gave him an advantage over me. He always knew when I was lying because when he lied he did the same thing. When I was mad, he knew cause he clenched his jaw in the same fashion. He knew me because I was a clone of him.

Shit, I looked like my mother, but My personality was all him.

He laughed. "Checking to see if you would lie."

"Man, don't stay."

"Never planned on it, we got jobs and bills to pay." He mocked.

I laughed. "Your always trying be funny! Can't even win a case!"

"Cam, you're the one who just broke his ankle because he couldn't make a shot in a single point lead difference. I've never lost a case, you've lost like twenty tournaments."

"It's call a game, you old ass nigga and I made the shot."

He laughed. "Your lucky I even watched it. I'm a Lakers fan. I'll see you in the morning." The line went dead and sucked my teeth at the realization that I'd just been hung up on.

I looked up and she was watching me from the door frame of the hallway. Her bed head was adorable and she was rubbing her eyes. This girl was seriously, fine as hell.

Fuck Chanel at the moment; those small as shorts had my full attention.

"Good morning" I said removing the towel from my foot. I had just got out the shower before I sat on the couch. She stayed where she was but mumbled out a 'morning'.

"Thanks for letting me stay here last night."

I nodded. "It's good. You might as well just chill till your bed comes." I offered. "As a man, I ain't about to let you sleep on a damn hardwood floor."

"That's over stepping my welcome. I don't even know you."

I chuckled. "You say that an awful lot to have slept here last night and punched me in the face." I spat.

"It was a accident and I apologized!"

I turned my attention back to the TV. "I bet."

"God, you are a asshole."

I chuckled and shrugged. "You're like five yards from the front door. Fuck you wanna argue for? I did you a favor last night."

She kissed her teeth and sat on couch next to me. "What kinda cereal is that?" I gave her a sideways glance and she stuck her tongue out.

This girl is so strange.

"Uh, Reese's. It's peanut butter and chocolate. Like the candy."

She picked my bowl of cereal up from the table and spooned some into her mouth before sitting it back down. "It's good. Doesn't taste like the candy though. Bargain brand?" She asked laughing. "You are way too rich to be that cheap."

Did she just eat my cereal?

"You gotta be kidding me?!" I asked in disbelief.

She shrugged. "Everything is better when its not yours. Ew you drink 1%?" She asked raising her perfectly arched eyebrow.

I was still flabbergasted that this chick just ate from my food like it belonged to her. I didn't even want that cereal anymore after she did that. Who the fuck does that?

"It's healthier. Did you really just do that shit?" I asked again.

She shrugged. "It's gross. What are you a Vegan?"

I laughed. I had to give it to her. She's funny. I've never met a girl who can come back at me. Anything I threw at her, she came back with.

"What's your name? You all in my damn house and I don't even know your name."