Sam woke up to an unfamiliar bedroom. The usual soft bed was replaced with a rather hard one, thankfully the pillows were comfy and the scent was actually addicting. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, observing his surroundings. The walls looked very old but the room was clean. Nothing scattered on the floor, unlike his apartment.

He had a mini panic attack where he just widened his eyes but then remembered the forest-green eyes staring at him last night. He looked down and saw that he was still in his work clothes, minus his black blazer , shoes and socks that were neatly folded in a corner near the door. He jolted up as the door slowly opened, revealing the man who saved him, kept him from getting raped and molested.

What was his name again?

"Call me Theodore" Sam recalled.

Right, Theodore.

The man stopped a bit and saw Sam's narrow eyes at him and remembered something. He placed the tray of food carefully on the bed and opened a drawer. He went closer to Sam and carefully placed a new pair of glasses on Sam's eyes. Sam leaned back for a bit when Theodore got closer but relaxed when he saw a new pair of glasses. He blinked, adjusting to the clear view and that's when he darted his eyes to the man standing in front of him.

Those were the same forest-green eyes. His hair that was cut to the sides were black and Sam was amazed at the blue highlights decorating it. He also had small piercings on his left ear. His lips were thin but had a pinkish color. He was wearing a plain maroon shirt and long black jeans. His biceps were huge and the outline of his pecs could be seen through his shirt.

The man got a chair and sat in front of Sam who was still sitting at the edge of the bed. He got a plate with eggs, rice and hotdogs and put small pieces of each into a spoon and held it in front of Sam's mouth. Without a word, Sam willingly ate. He ate all, no words were spoken. He kept on taking small glances at the man but looks back down at the food when he sees him looking back.

Sam then drank the glass of water and saw Theodore's retreating figure with the tray in his hands. He got back, now wearing a hoodie and combat boots, a few keys in hand.

"Get ready, I'll drive you to your house. I'll be waiting outside." That deep voice made Sam shudder and nod absentmindedly. He soon snapped out of his thoughts as he gathered all his things and went down the stairs, creaking could be heard at each step he took.

He went out and closed the door. He saw Theodore leaning on an expensive looking car and it made him wonder why he had that car and but small old house but then thought that he didn't have the right to judge. He got in and told Theodore where he lived, earning a single nod from the other as he drove.

The silence was a little too much for Sam so he started a conversation.

"Theodore right? I want to thank you for saving me last night. Thank you for giving me these glasses too. How did you get them at a short time?"

Theodore leaned back as he drove, "You're welcome. I have a great friend who owns an eye-wear shop."

Sam nodded, understanding. "How can I repay you back then?" Sam didn't want to sound like he thinks that Theodore was one of those people who don't help unless there's a reward. He just felt guilty for not doing anything to return the favor. He was almost raped and if the guy didn't arrive at that time, he wouldn't have been able to go home alive.

Theodore briefly glanced at him and back to the road.

"There's only one thing you can do for me. Never tell anyone about my name. You can tell your friends how I saved you, sure, but never tell them my name unless you want to end up in a hospital."

Sam gave a confused and slightly scared nod and leaned back to the car chair, sighing.

"What's your last name then? I promise I won't tell." Sam held up his pinky and Theodore chuckled, amused at the boy's actions.

"It's King. I'm Theodore King." Theodore wasn't sure why he was letting the boy know who he is. Maybe because the boy was unaware of who Theodore is or because the boy was just amusing as he is. Something about the boy's soft brown eyes and thick lips made Theodore question himself. When he heard the desperate cries last night, he immediately ran and took action. He punched them all and made them bleed, the fattest of the three even spit out four teeth.

"That's a nice name I guess... " Sam bit his lip, unsure of what to do next. Do what you do to your friends Sam, tell him your name stupid.

"M-my name's Samuel Darlington but you can call me Sam."

Theodore nodded and spun the car wheel as they took a right turn. "Well then, Sam. What do you do? That suit looks expensive."

Sam widened his eyes and sat up straight. "Oh, uh I'm the CEO of BREE Magazine. I'm twenty-two by the way." The car stopped, parking in front of the apartment building and Theodore looked back at him with furrowed brows.

"I thought you were around eighteen or something.",he figured.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, " I guess I just have that thing they call a 'baby face'." Sam chuckled as Theodore watched with amusement in his eyes.

"Do you need help going up?"

Sam waved his palms, "No, I'm okay now. Thank you very much again. Hope we could uh, see each other again sometime." Sam smiled and closed the door. Theodore observed him enter the building and disappear.

What an interesting kid...

He shook his head and clicked his tongue.

The green-eyed man turned the car around and drove to another direction with a small smile on his face.

Sam immediately opened his door and locked it. He checked the clock and saw that it was already forty minutes past ten.

Geez, I took my time sleeping. I swear I'll never go out alone again.

After taking a cold shower and changing clothes, he sat on the sofa that faced the television. He held the remote in his hands and paused. He stared at it, his grip getting harder every second as he had an internal battle in his brain.

He looked to his right as his eyes focused on one particular door at the end of the hallway. He dropped the remote and stood up as he slowly went to the shiny wooden door. He held the knob and took a deep breath as he gathered up all of his remaining stubbornness and courage and twisted the knob.

Coming in, he made sure that the door was locked and no one could see him. Sam looked around and made a dramatic sigh.

"I missed you all."

Sam went ahead and sat at a stool, facing an empty canvass, ready to be filled with colors. He smiled as he held the familiar paintbrush in his left hand.

It's been five months since he last painted a picture, that was because of his father who visited him while he was in the middle of painting a scenery. His father got mad, the old man told him that he was so careless because he let other distractions get in the way. Painting wasn't Sam's distraction though, it gives him comfort whenever he felt happy or sad. He would express his deepest feelings through a beautiful painting and he still dreamed of a day where he can showcase his talent in the outside world.

It was always different when he was inside this room. He felt like he was home. He felt complete and contented. It was something no one but him, his family and his best friend Jester knew.

And so he began to paint, dipping the brush on a random color as he spread it at an area on the canvass. He continued as he ended up painting those beautiful and addicting green eyes...

It looked so real...