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Tuesday, 24th of Septemeber:

Before you turn the body around, before you wonder if you killed him or not which you didn’t, you only sort kind of killed the mugger. And the news isn’t talking about it THAT much… Maggie began to say.

What is it…? I said with mixed emotions (not good ones).

I sort kind of, took over when you went bye-bye. She said comfortingly. I was so confused and mad that I flipped the body over and saw Cameron with no shirt on, than I felt a breeze between my legs where underwear should be. My eyes widened.

“Well good morning to you too!” he said stretching his gorgeous body. It looked almost like The David Sculpture but better. As he stretched the morning sunlight glittered off his tanned muscles and skin. I was urging to reach out and touch it, but to scared and paranoid to actually do it. I looked around the room and noticed it wasn't mine. And also that we were alone, and it was quiet, and he was so easily broken…

“Sorry.” I said and bit my lip. He wrapped me in his arms and brought me back down on the bed again. The sheets were buttermilk yellow and so was the pillows, they were made out of real cotton, which a regular street painter couldn’t afford.

“Its ok.” He replied and began to circle my shoulder with his soft warm fingertips.

“How’d you pay for these sheets?” I asked looking up at him. He was already looking down at me so this made our face become closer than I preferred, or cautioned.

“Well, my father gave them too me as a house warming gift. Nice aren’t they?” He said, and brought some of the cuddly blanket to my face and rubbed my nose with it. I pushed it away and laughed.

“Very.” I said. We stared into each other’s eyes for a while, than I realized how much I wanted to have sex with him again. I got up. “Hungry?” I asked as I put my jeans on and buttoned my shirt.

“I was going to say no, but since your dressed yes.” He said. I laughed.

“What a compliment!” I looked through his cabinets and saw all rich brand named foods. And knew how expensive they were. Ignored it and reached for the Raisin Bran.

“Oh yummy, old people food!” he said. He was up out of bed and zipping up his jean pants. I stared at his perfect body for a while until I felt my mouth begin to water; I instantly turned around and opened the fridge to get the milk. I took it out and saw Cameron’s flexed arm muscles leaning against the other side of the counter. I looked up from my eyelashes so he wouldn’t notice my staring and saw him looking at me with a strange look on his face. I didn’t know if it was good or bad.

“So, where are your bowls?” I asked. I looked up at him the same time he looked at me. He smiled and pointed to a the top cabinet next to the fridge. I walked towards it, as I was looking for the bowls I heard his footsteps creep closer to me. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound vibrations and made a map in my head of where he might be. When he was three steps closer to me, I opened my eyes and starting looking for the bowls again and pretended that I didn’t know he was sneaking up on me.

“There not in there.” He whispered in my ear, but some of his sweet breath touched my neck and made my hair jump out of my body and my heart accelerate past normality. It also sped up more because I realized that if my heart speeds up than it burns my, other peoples Maggie corrected again, blood which would result in me needing more.

And the closest supply was Cameron.