Just A Few Steps Away [open!]

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Caleb shrugged. “No one even notices my existence besides my foster parents and the few friends I actually have, which is probably two, so there isn’t much to use against me just for the fact that no one you told would even know who I was,” Caleb explained, walking over to the huge bay window in his room . “This is my favorite thing about this room,” Caleb smiled, sitting on the pillows and padding in it for a moment. “This is where I spend most of my time,” he sighed, looking out the window facing towards the lit street and the front yard. “And it is personal, but I guess that’s why I actually want people in here. I don’t get the type of socialization to actually have connections with people and to have a ton of friends. I have my two close friends and then I have acquaintances who I just hang out with from time to time,” he admitted to Ronnie.

“My parents are probably around the house somewhere, they could be in the movie room, they could be in there room, they could be playing tennis, swimming, cooking together, who knows, they could be anywhere in here,” Caleb laughed a little. “They’ll probably come up here in a little bit to make sure I’m home and safe. Though usually if I want or need to find them, I just call them,” he shrugged, getting up and walking over to Ronnie. “Take a seat on my bed or somewhere, you look kind of tired,” he said, taking his jacket off and laying it on the back of the chair by his desk.

“Also, if you’re hungry, we’ll probably be having dinner soon here if you wanted to stay,” Caleb offered him. “I’m not sure what we’re having tonight, but it’ll probably be pretty good, it always is,” Caleb told him with a small shrug as he sat on his bed. When Ronnie told Caleb he liked his room, Caleb automatically smiled. “Well thanks, I rather like it too,” he replied as he laid back against his pillows. “Well what about motorcycles? I’ll let you drive if you want?” Caleb offered. He lifted his shirt above his head and laid it beside him. “I don’t know, can you see any bruises?” Caleb asked, looking at Ronnie and pointing at his side where Ronnie had been poking him.

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"More people know about your existence then you know. I'm sure if I grabbed ten of my friends one of them must have seen you." Ronnie muttered, mostly to himself then to Caleb. What are friends anyways? Mostly just distractions, but nice to have around. Nobody ever really needed a overload of friends anyways. They were nice to have around, but after a while Ronnie would either get bored or sick of them. "You're not invisible to everyone."Ronnie softly said.

"It's nice." Ronnie said, when Caleb went over to his favorite part of the room. Ronnie wouldn't mind living here, it was really nice and quiet. It was much better then the student dorms and even his own home, which was a silence that was instead uneasy and quite lonely. Nobody ever talked in his house, mostly because it was filled with righteous anger and wasted time. No wonder why Ronnie felt as if his space was invaded so easily.

"There's only one person I really like calling a friend." Ronnie's mind went to Kayley, his favorite waitress in the entire world. "She doesn't go here, but if you've ever been to the diner around here you've mostly likely seen her. She's a waitress there." He explained, not knowing why he was revealing so much." It doesn't matter the number of friends, but the quality."

"This house is so big, you must hardly see them." Ronnie folded his arms, looking at the ceiling. He couldn't imagine how nice that would have been growing up. To be able to just escape the craziness. Ronnie finally sat on Caleb's bed, with his own gracefulness.

"Dinner?" Ronnie questioned, shrugging his shoulders. "And no, motorcycles are dirty." Ronnie winced slightly. "Walking is good, gives me time." Ronnie shrugged for the 100th time. Ronnie stared when Caleb lifted up his shirt, after a moment he averted his gaze and muttered something along the lines of 'Put down your damn shirt!'

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“Everyone but my foster parents,” Caleb sighed. “It’s kind of depressing knowing how much my own mother really must have hated me,” he frowned. Caleb wasn’t sure if he should have told Ronnie what had happened with his parents. “I don’t remember who my father was, but my mother dropped me off on the side of the road when I was younger and left me there and never came back for me. When I was walking on the side of the road all alone, in the dark, I got hit by a car. I woke up in the hospital a week later,” Caleb explained, not sure how he was so calm while reliving the memories. He wiped a tear off his cheek, not looking at Ronnie. “I really don’t want to know where I would have been if I had been made to live with that woman, I’m glad I got put into adoption,” Caleb told him, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“I actually really do get to see them a lot, I’m close with them,” Caleb sighed. “We all get along, I feel like this is the family I was meant to be put into, you know? Like I was meant to be born to be there real son, it’s the one place I’ve ever felt like I really belong,” Caleb told him. He had never been this personal with anyone and he wasn’t quite sure how Ronnie made it so easy to be open with him. “I refer to them as my real parents, because that’s what it feels like and I know it makes them happy that I call them mom and dad,” Caleb smiled.

“Yes, dinner,” Caleb chuckled. “And you should stay, I’m sure my parents would be happy to meet you, they’re usually pretty happy when I bring people home, they know that I’m not the most popular person ever,” Caleb shrugged. “They aren’t that bad, not when it’s nice out,” he told Ronnie. “Just look! I want to know if there’s any bruises,” Caleb told him. “I know I’m not that great to look at, but geeze,” he laughed.

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"If it makes you feel better, my mother tried to sell my little sister a while ago. I had to buy my own sister off my mother, in a mall." Ronnie laughed at the situation, finding it humorous after all this time. "Mothers are a joyless pack, most of the time. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?" Ronnie shrugged, and leaned on the bed. "My mother did a lot of horrible things, but I guess I broke her heart in the end, so we're even." He glanced at the upset boy, and the urge to snap at him grew immensely. Ronnie couldn't help but dislike the weak, mostly because that's way he was told to be growing up.

"You're better off without her. I tend to find that my real family isn't blood related at all. Except for my damn sister...She's alright." Ronnie clenched his teeth, a bit annoyed he just admitted to that. "Besides, it was wrong to just do that to a kid. We don't know any better then to be little buggers. It's in our blood." Ronnie closed his eyes gently. "Makes me want to skip having kids, maybe." Ronnie said, undecided about his feelings toward little Ronnie's running around.

"It's good you like you're new parents. They um...Seem like nice people from what you say." Ronnie said, feeling slightly bored of the conversation at the moment. "I'm not sure your folks would want to meet me. I'm not a ball of sunshine, and trust me...You don't want to hang around a mess like me." Ronnie turned to look at him. "And put your shirt down." Ronnie half begged, reaching forward and tugging at his shirt.

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Caleb just shrugged. He knew what hadn’t killed him had only just made him weaker in the end, just as he was right now. He figured that keeping all of his problems to himself would be better in the end. Telling someone he barely knew that he went to therapy once a week and had many upon many issues, would not have been the smartest thing to do, so Caleb pushed that part out of his mind. He was starting to feel a little closer to Ronnie, though not enough to tell about every single one of his problems. Even if him and Ronnie did end up becoming close friends, Caleb still wouldn’t ever tell him about how messed up he was.

“I wish I had siblings,” Caleb sighed, a small frown on his face. Every since he was younger he had wished for an older sibling so he had someone to look up to, but of course that had never happened for him even as much as he had wanted it and he knew that his foster parents were not looking to foster another kid. “I think the only real reason I’d want a kid would be to show my mother that I could be a better parent then she ever was to me, other than that not really, besides, I can’t exactly have kids,” Caleb shrugged.

Caleb nodded with a smile on his face. “Yeah, I have a lot of good times and memories with them,” he shrugged. “And don’t be silly, I’m sure that they would love to meet you, no matter how bad you may look or seem. Trust me, they are going to happy to meet you, so you really should stay for dinner,” Caleb told him happily. When Caleb saw Ronnie reaching for his shirt, he lifted his shirt and took it off, letting it fall to the ground. “And why should I have my shirt on?” Caleb asked with a devious smile. He enjoyed being rebellious at times and he could hear the little bit of begging in Ronnie’s voice, which made him extremely curious to know why he wanted his shirt down so badly.

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If Ronnie was in his own little world, why did it constantly push him into a corner in which he felt useless and overwhelmed. If he wanted, the mature male could have slipped into unconsciousness on Caleb's bed without missing a beat. Though his body was clean and kept to perfection, his own mind was slipping away. Taking care of himself mentally was never a thing he tended to do. Sleep was one of the many things he didn't bother to really pay attention to. Maybe that's why he lashed out so much, finding other people who could carelessly slip away. It was as if his mind couldn't shut off, his mind over thinking each second of the day, choosing which to remember for future use, or toss away with the other situations that never wanted. The feeling of falling behind in life never really occurred much to Ronnie, until now.

While most assumed he was just another rebellious kid who got away with things he didn't deserve, it was untrue. What was at play wasn't luck, but brilliance and that's what set him apart. Bringing himself down a few levels was near impossible for the cold person he turned out to be. No wonder why he was a disappointment, not even able to act the part of the half sane son. The way his father got by was a mystery, he was a sad man stuck in a sad relationship. That was not what Ronnie had in store. His feelings of being attracted where elsewhere, not tied down by gender, but instead more on a special sort of person, who to catch his attention and force him to behave well.

"Siblings." Ronnie rolled his eyes, Ren was truly as smart as Ronnie, but her motives were always somewhere else, aiming for perfection in her own opinion, which would honestly ruin her some day. "I have two siblings, a dumb ass little brother, and soon to be dead sister if she's still going down the path she is. Siblings aren't always that great." Ronnie admitted, lazily drew circles on the bedspread with his graceful fingers. Oh, Ronnie was quite attractive in many eyes, but he never showed interest in anyone. Nobody really matched what he needed.

"Maybe I'll stay." Ronnie said, mostly to trick Caleb into a better mood. Staying wasn't really a nice invitation, but a friendly one indeed. Ronnie just stared as his shirt was removed, and became drifting off again, not even really listening to what he was saying.