I slowly make my way up the steps and toward his door. I ring the doorbell.

I had to ring it two more times. I just had to apologize. No matter how scared I am. The door slowly opens, but only a small crack. A soothing, tender voice says, "May I help you?" I was shocked on how lonely he sounded. "Um, I would like to talk to you for a minute. Its about your house." "I'm not leaving this house. Stop trying to take it from me." He tried to close the door. I put my hand on the door. I can tell he isn't used to that. "Please...whoever you are....please leave me alone.." "Sir, I don't want to hurt you. ok? I- I just wanted to tell you that a couple of boys were throwing rocks at your house and I heard some windows break. I wanted to apologize and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. That was all. I'm sorry to bother. Goodbye." I let go of the door and made my way down the steps. "Wait..." I turn around and see the most handsome man ever. "Wow..."

He's tall and slim, he's skin is unusually white and he has the most beautiful hair. He looked like he hasn't taken a shower in awhile, but he looks great. "Will you please come in?" "Um...uh...sure...." I walk back up the steps. He let's me walk inside. He closes the door behind me. His living room looks as bad as the outside of the house. There's food, magazines, and dirty clothes everywhere. His TV is broken. The screen is severely damaged. I don't know if the rocks did it or him his self. I see the couch threw piles of dirty clothes. I wait to see where he wants me to sit. He walks to the couch and picks up a pile of clothes and toss them aside. "Um..sorry about the mess." He scratches the back of his head. "Um...you can take a seat if you like." I don't want to be rude so I sit on the couch. It smells like mildew. I don't show any expression on how smelly his couch is. He sits pretty far from me. "I'm sorry about earlier. Recently, people a have been by here talking about buying my house." "Its ok." "I...uh actually saw what happened out there. I was going to interfere, but you kicked his ass." He looked down and smiles. I think he's glad I beat Peter. "He had it coming to him." He looked up. "Yes. Yes he did." "Um...What's your name, if you don't mind me asking." "Um..actually i do mind." He seems serious. "Um..ok. I don't mind, so my name is Kelsey. Kelsey Summers. I moved here a couple of days ago."

Stranger's point of view

Its her! I got to tell her, right? She seem so nice and... wow...she is hot... wait what am I doing? I rub my hands together. "Um....Kelsey...I have to tell you something..." She looked at me confused. "Um...ok." "I...uh overheard those boys say some stuff..." She looks at me concerned. Why? No one has looked at me like that in a very long time.... "Um...they said some stuff about.....uh....you." "Oh..I see.." "I felt like I just had to tell you." "Thank you." She smiled at me. I looked down a blushed a little. I haven't talk to a woman in 13 years... I felt strange.

Kelsey's point of view

He seems really nice and sweet. I look around. "May I ask you something?" He looked up at me. "Um...sure." "Do you have any plumbing?" He looked at me a little shocked. "Uh.....n- no..." He looked down ashamed. I want to help him. I really do. "I want to help you.." He looked at me in amazement. "Wha-?" "I think its only fair that I help you." "Fair?" "Well, you told me about Brandon and Peter talking about me. I think they were saying some inappropriate things." "They were... but you stopped them from throwing rocks, so we're even." "I don't see it that way. You see, I was considering going out with him and you saved me from a lot of pain. I owe you." "I saved you a from a lot of pain?" "Yes, you did."

Stranger's point of view

I've never saved anyone before.... I can't believe I did that... I didn't even know.... Wow....

Kelsey's point of view

"I would love to help anyway I can." "Like how?" "Well, I could help you with your laundry, and food and help you clean. Oh and I can get a plumber down here to fix your pipes." "Um... I don't know..." My phone started going off. I look at it. Its my aunt. "Sorry, I have to take this." I get up and walk outside.

Stranger's point of view

I can't believe she's considering helping me. No one has cared for a long time. I can't let her do it. I get up and look out my window. She's on the porch. I think she's planning on coming back in... Why? I look around my house. Its a mess. What happened to my house... how did I end up like this....

To be continued>>>>>>