Quinn Costello
One month ago. It wasn’t unusual for Colton to sleep in his car. He had no job, no money, no family; the only thing the twenty-three year old was the small bag he had packed before he left Chicago. Colton didn’t have the best past, and he needed a fresh start away from the city he had spent his entire life in. He couldn’t go anywhere without people whispering whenever he walked into a room, avoiding eye contact whenever the black haired male looked their way. It had happened years ago, and he had been proven innocent, but the gossip and scandal of it all was still brought up, especially in the neighborhood he lived in. He thought it wouldn’t hurt when he was released, but the house he had lived in held bad memories that he couldn’t stand remembering. That was when he decided to back up and just drive wherever he could. He had been in Boston for a little over two weeks now, and while he had planned on only passing through, he found himself drawn to the city. Two weeks with no money had been a struggle, but Colton had managed to feed himself and give himself shelter, thanks to his car. During the day, he’d spend the day looking for a job to help get started with his new life, and at night, he’d sleep in his car. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, especially for him, but he’d become observant while having nothing to do. There was this one house he had been drawn too, probably because of how pretty the girl who lived there was. He had memorized her schedule of when she left and how long until she came back, and he used that to his advantage. It started a few days ago; he snuck into her house, five minutes after she left to make sure she didn’t forget anything, then he’d take a quick shower and help himself to some food that he doubted she’d ever notice went missing in the first place. He felt bad about it, and knew what he was doing was against the law, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t even get one of those crappy motels, having no money. Today proved to be no different. Hearing the alarm on his watch go off, Colton woke up from his sleep. Any minute, the girl who lived up the road would leave to go to work, and Colton needed to get ready for the interview he had managed to sweet talk the manager of the Boston Globe into. Being a journalist wasn’t his dream job, but he saw it as a win/win. He’d be getting paid, win, plus, he’s always dreamed of being an author, so he’d be writing, win. Colton got his clothes for the day ready, and right on cue, the raven haired man saw Quinn’s car drive down the road. He waited a few minutes before he got out of the car, making his way into her house through the window. Immediately going into the bathroom, he was just about to turn the shower on, when the front door open and close. “Oh, sh*t,” he mumbled to himself, before tiptoeing over to the bathroom door, peeking through the crack and saw her, the same girl who wasn’t supposed to be home for another few hours. He always knew her turning around was a possibility, but he had never imagined it would actually happen when he was shirtless and standing in her bathroom. Holding his breath, hoping that she would quickly find whatever she was looking for and leave, he stood completely still, his heart racing against his chest in anticipation.
