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All I knew was one minute I was stumbling around my house, the next I heard, “What are you looking for?”
Jumping out of my skin, I damn near screeched like a banshee when the small kid handed me a pair of glasses. “Here, put these on.”
Taking them from him, I quickly did as he suggested, and while I couldn’t quite see as well as before, I could make out some stuff. Like the small boy staring up at me with his mouth open.
“Wow, you are really pretty. Well, if you weren’t wearing those ugly ass glasses. Why are you wearing them?”
“Because I can’t see without them.”
“My buddy Frank got surgery to fix his eyes. He got tired of sticking things in his eyes.”
“Contacts. And I don’t blame him. I hate sticking things in my eyes too.”
“So, get the surgery. Frank said he was better in a few days. Now he can see everything.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” I smirked at the impertinent boy. Taking a seat on the couch, I asked, “And what is your name, young man?”
“Cameron Hobbs at your service.” He grinned, bending at the waist in a gentlemanly bow.
He was fucking adorable.
“I came with Scribe to save you. He brought your car.”
“Is Scribe your dad?”
“No.” The little boy sighed, looking at his shoes. “My mom and dad died in a car accident. I live with my sissy and Pyro, but I hang out with Scribe. He’s my best friend.”
“I’m sorry about your parents. Mine are gone too.”
“Do you have a sissy?”
I nodded. “Her name is Devlyn. She’s my big sister.”
Cameron huffed, walking over to sit next to me on the couch. “Yeah. My sissy is older too. I hate being the youngest. No one ever listens to me.”
I grinned. “That’s true, but it’s not all bad. Sometimes being the youngest is the best. Like when it’s Christmas Day and we get to open the first present, or when we need help, our big sisters are always there for us.”
“That’s true. Sky is a pistol when someone is being mean to me, and she always lets me pick the movies we watch.”
“Who’s mean to you?”
“My teacher. Mr. Zimmerman.”
“Zachary Zimmerman?”
“Yeah.”
I sighed, leaning back. “He was always a bully to me in school. He used to pull my hair and call me four-eyes.”
“That’s mean!” Cameron gasped.
“It’s okay.” I smirked. “My sister took care of him.”
“What did she do?”
“Kicked his butt on the playground. He never bothered me again.”
“Huh,” Cameron exhaled, pondering what I said. “Maybe I should get my sissy to do the same. He deserves another ass beating.”
