Scarlet's eyes went wide. "But...but you go to school! And you have clothes! And...and...aren't you staying with someone?"
Daniel was afraid to look into her eyes. "I go to school, sure. But I have my own jobs, pay for my own clothes. I don't have a house, or a family. That's why I was amazed to meet your family, Scarlet. I don't remember mine very well."
Scarlet bit her lip and looked down. "I'm sorry..." She whispered. "So when you were looking at the pictures last time...and then..." She frowned. "You said you left because of your mom or something..."
Sh*t! Daniel mentally swore. I've been caught in my lie. "Umm, the photos made me...emotional. And I had to leave."
Scarlet pursed her lips. "Really? You left because you were emotional?" She didn't sound very convinced. He could have worked through emotions while he was hiding away in the bathroom if it really bothered him to let her see him all upset.
Daniel nodded. "But I told you a secret. Now I get to read your writing." He tried to smile, but he felt na.ked. He had never told anyone that much before.
Scarlet crossed her arms. "There's something you're not telling me..." She sighed. "Close your eyes. I'll show you ONE thing. I don't want you knowing where I keep all my writing."
Daniel nodded. He closed his eyes and held out his hands. He felt Scarlet move away from him.
Scarlet retrieved a box from it's hiding place and shuffled through the clumps of paper until she found a suitable sample of her writing. She took it out and put the box back before setting the paper in his hands. "Read away. One side is a poem, and another is a draft of the first page of a story I never got around to writing."
((What are they about??))
Daniel took the paper and opened his eyes. He looked and saw her familiar loopy handwriting. He read the page front and back, sampling her writing.
(Umm....um....the poem would be something about roses and rain and it't be about this rose basking in the rain or something like that. It'd be like the rose's point of view with the rain. As for the writing, it'd be this brief scene shared between two brothers as kids playing in this orchard and eating and stuff and being brothers. That's what I'm coming up with off the top of my head.)
Scarlet chewed on her lip nervously as she watched him. She hoped he liked her writing. If he didn't like it, that'd upset her, and if he tried to lie and say he liked it when he didn't, she would have been even worse.
Daniel read the poem about the rose, and the story about the brothers. "It's really good. Can I read anything else?" He looked up at her, his eyes honest and sincere.
Scarlet shook her head. "Ask again some other time, after we've known each other a while." She told him.
Daniel sighed. "Ok. But you are a really good writer. You have a talent, Scarlet." "Now, what's a secret about you?" He asked, feeling like he had given away more than she had.
Scarlet shrugged. "I don't know...I'm scared of nighttime? Especially at the full moons..."
Daniel froze. Full moons? What does she know? He tried to act normal. "Why? What is it about full moons?"
Scarlet quickly shut her mouth and shook her head. She didn't want to tell him about her stupid werewolf fear. She didn't need him to think she was crazy or something. "It's stupid."
Daniel put his hand on hers. "Scarlet, tell me." He looked into her eyes, not noticing how dark it was getting.
Scarlet shook her head again and pulled her hand away. "No. It's stupid and silly and your secret is nothing like this one."
Daniel looked away. "I'm glad your secret is nothing like mine. It sucks." He wasn't just talking about not having a home. "Please, you can trust me." As he was talking, he heard a car pull up in the driveway. Scarlet's parents must be home.