*Chapter 3*

This guy. I would've never guessed that he would just come straight through the door even though I told him I was busy.

Anyway, as soon as he fell asleep, we continued with our conversation from where we left off. We couldn't risk him finding out about us and everything behind it. It could not only get us in trouble but him too.

We had just called it a day when I saw him still sleeping on my couch.

"What are you going to do with him?" Memphis asked and laid a hand on my shoulder.

"I seriously don't know," I shrugged. "Whatever I'm going to do there is no way he'll let go of me." I mean if he knew how to locate my place then I'm pretty sure he could stalk me as easy as he claimed to last night.

"He's an interesting kid for sure," he chuckled and made his way to the door. "I'll be going," he said and opened the door. "What the- is that his car?" I could hear from outside. I frowned and made my way towards the door to see what he meant.

I already noticed the yellow car with black details on the front hood before I reached it but it was still something different when I stood in front of it.

"Amazing," I chuckled.

"Looks exactly like his car," he commented as I agreed. He made his way to his car and gave me a hand sign as a good bye which I copied before he drove away.

I looked back at the car for the last time and shook my head with a smirk as I turned back, closing the door behind me.

The kid was still sleeping with his sucker in his mouth when I was kneeling down to be on the same height as he was. He was really a quiet sleeper. I slowly stroked his soft hair out of his face and eyed his face. He was just a kid that happens to have too many colorful piercings on his face.

Red, yellow, green, blue and purple on his right ear. Orange, pink and maroon on his left. But his lip piercing was plain silver. And on top of that, he was dressing like an eight year old. Color blocking was his lifestyle, I guess.

I slowly grabbed the stick that was between his lips and pulled it out to throw it away. Is it even healthy to fall asleep with that at all? I frowned when I returned and noticed that he had moved a bit.

"Hey," I carefully tried to wake him up. "C'mon stand up," I said roughly when he didn't budge. He sat up and rubbed his eyes when they wandered around until they met mine. "I suppose that you got a good sleep."

He nodded when his arms were back around me. "Are we finally alone?" He muttered still half sleepy. I sighed at his clingy behavior.

"Why are you always hugging me? It's suffocating." I pulled his arms off my body and pushed them away.

"But you are so warm and comfortable," he mumbled. "And I like to hug," he shrugged as he stood up. "Zaron, I'm hungry. Will you make something to eat for me?" He looked up at me.

He was somehow cute.

When I realised what I just thought, I shook my head. I need to snap out of it. He was just a kid. I don't even know his name and here I am, calling him cute. He is rather cutely annoying.

I went to the kitchen, where I started to boil some water and pulled some noodles out when I felt arms wrapping around my torso which surprised me that I almost let the noodles fall.

"Jesus, don't do that!" I hissed but he didn't let himself get affected from it and just did as he pleased.

"Hey Zaron," he mumbled against my shirt which made it difficult to understand him. "When are we going on a date?"

I stopped in tracks when his questioned dropped. "Date?" I raised my eyebrows. "I can't remember agreeing to go on a date with you though."

"But I want to do something with you. Is there something bad about it?" He sighed. I turned around so I was facing him again. He looked a bit upset.

"Look, you shouldn't get your hopes up with me. I don't believe that this could get any mutual. Just look for someone else. Why are you even so eager with me of all people?" I confronted him.

He looked a bit shocked at first, I even doubted that he would give me an answer but he did. "Because I want no one else but a leader to be my boyfriend."

Now I was the one who was a bit confused at his answer. "Wow," I started. "That is the most superficial reason I have ever heard of," I shook my head. "But you surely know what you want."

"I really get the feeling that you are not taking me serious," he sighed and let go of me. He couldn't earnestly expect me to take him serious when he is nothing but some underage boy. I don't know him and to be honest I never even planned to go as far as to let him in my house. "At least try to like me back," he sulked.

He had such a sad expression that unconsciously attracted the desire in me to hug him. But I suppressed that weird upcoming feeling and turned back around to put the noodles in the boiling water. "I'm too old for you," I shook my head.

"Are you? How old are you then?" He was curious and stood beside me.

"Twenty-four," I answered. He gasped and widened his eyes.

"You are so old!" He put his hand on his chest like it had seriously hurt him. "Look, I can already see grey hair on your head," he joked and scattered my hair.

"Stop it," I fended of his weak attacks and tickled him to make him stop. He immediately pulled his hands off and started giggling when he pushed my hands away to release himself from the torture.

He took a quick breath to calm down and smiled. "Zaron," he started. "I don't give a damn about how old you are. I'm an adult so I can do whatever I please, even if you were a sixty year old grandpa."

Wait what? "You are already eighteen? I thought you were like sixteen or something." Well that was surprising.

"Well I'm not. I'm an eighteen year old that just graduated from high school. Interesting isn't it?"

"Pretty much," I nodded.

"Are you still not willing to give me a chance now?" He got back to the previous topic. "Come on, just go on a date with me. I don't know, let's just go spend some time together," he suggested.

I pressed my lips together and sighed. "You wouldn't take a no, would you?" I tried but he immediately shook his head in determination. "Okay, I guess one time is fine," I gave up.

He shrieked, being pleased about my answer when I felt his arm back around my body.

I sighed he is for sure annoying.

After I managed to finish the food with him technically glue sticking on me I placed our plates on the table which was also when he let go of me to take a seat. When I was sitting and about to grab my fork, I noticed him eyeing the food like it was suspiciously poisonous.

"What is it?" I wondered. "I didn't put anything inside, so relax," I assured him. He squinted his eyes and sniffed, inhaling the smell. He was kind of resembling a cute bunny doubting his food.

And as soon as he understood that there was nothing wrong with the meal his expression changed to a warm one as he put on a little smile on his face and happily took the fork to enjoy the meal.

I chuckled at his behaviour. He was definitely something else. He looked up with wide questioning eyes and a full mouth. "What?" He asked as a noodle was sticking out of his mouth.

I shook my head with a smile and ignored it until we finished eating. He sighed in comfort when I put our plates away. "Perfect, you can even cook. If you are good at sex then I won't ever let you go," he rambled.

"You're crazy," I laughed and shook my head at that. He stood up and followed me while he inspected the rooms with a curious gaze.

"Do you live alone?" He asked and looked at the family pictures hanging on the wall.

"Yeah, I do," I answered without looking at him.

"Are these your siblings?" He took one of the frames from the shelf and stared at the picture. Why was he suddenly so curious? I cautiously took the frame out of his hand and put it back where it belonged.

"When are you planning on leaving?" I wanted to know and crossed my arms.

"You want me to leave that much?" He pouted and lazily put his arms on my shoulders, narrowing the distance between us that made me roll my eyes. "Come on," he grinned and flicked is tongue seductively. I looked away, trying not to get affected by him.

"You're quite a pain in the ass, you know that?" I gently pushed his hands off and turned to the direction of my room.

"I get that a lot." He skipped in a carefree way and followed me to my room which seemed to caught his interest the most. "Wow, this is your room?" He gasped in awe, looking like having the intention on commenting something stupid. "It's super boring," he dropped.

"What? It's not. It's just average," I argued.

"I expected at least a bit more for a leader like you. Wow, just by looking at it, I could fall asleep," he exaggerated. Where did his absourd expectations for a leader come from, I really wonder.

I looked around and frowned. I'm really asking myself where his problem was. The walls were plain white, I had a normal dark wooden bed, a black couch that wasn't standing out that much and a black wardrobe. There wasn't much in the room. I don't get why there should be.

My attention was caught when the guy suddenly jumped on top of my bed and made himself comfortable. "What are you doing?" I raised my eyebrows.

He looked at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world and frowned. "I'm testing the bed, what else?" He shook his head and jumped even more.

"Hey! Don't break it!" I head over to stop him but instead he just giggled and as he saw my worried expression he grinned and jumped on me that we both crashed to the ground.

I groaned by the following pain of his weight while he fell in a fit of giggles. "Are you crazy?" I groaned. "I could've hit my head," I scolded and waited for him to stand up but that never happened. He instead gathered his clingy behaviour und relaxed on my chest with his arms wrapped around my torso. "Seriously?" I rolled my eyes.

He just sighed when I felt him relaxing. "You smell good," he mumbled on my chest that made it harder for me to understand him. I looked down on him, spotting the comfortable smile that was plastered on his face.

He was really cute. I really couldn't deny that.

"You should stand up. The floor is not comfortable," I quietly said though he didn't care at all when he sat up, straddling me with his hands on my chest, holding me down.

"I like you," he smiled.

"What are you talking about? You Don't even know me." I supported my weight on my arms when I wanted to sit up but he had no mercy and pushed me back down, narrowing the little distance between us.

I felt his hand trailing its way around my neck and his breath brushing against my lips. "I really want you to go out with me," he chuckled and all of the sudden stood up, letting go of me.

Obviously, I was extremely perplexed about his abrupt reaction and laid there still frozen in shock until I gathered my mind back together and sat up. "What are you up to?"

He let his hair fall over his face before stroking it back. "I'm leaving, it's already late," he noticed after he looked at his phone. "But I'll see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to our date."

"Wait what? When did I agree for tomorrow?" I widened my eyes in shock.

He approached me after rolling his eyes and placed his finger tip on my bottom lip as he smiled. "You don't have any plans for tomorrow, right?" he settled and briefly pressed a kiss on my cheek before turning away. He opened the window before he turned to me.

"What the-," I was not even able to finish my sentence anymore when he uttered a brief 'See ya' and jumped backwards out the window. I gasped and hurried over to check whether he was okay.

But once I looked down, he seemed perfectly fine like nothing happened. He looked up and grinned. "Call me!" He shouted and indicated it with his hands before he left and head to his car.

My heart was still pounding from his sudden movements that it made me even more curious as to why I cared so much. "He is so wayward and unpredictable that it's starting to get annoying," I sighed.

What am I gonna do with him?