Changing Lanes

<h2>This is Creekwood...</h2><p><br></p><p><strong>Beckett</strong></p><p>My home. A place to shine just bright enough. Where my makeshift family and I not only strengthened our bond but readjusted it to fit another. </p><p>I've been coasting in this lane for years biding my time and making myself...easily accessible. I don't move for others-ever. I don't have to. They go around me hopefully without chancing too good a look on their way past. </p><p>After all people can't see what you keep hidden. </p><p>Until she showed up.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Paige</strong></p><p>My new apartment. Somewhere for me to lay my head between chasing what really matters. Who really matters. </p><p>I've brought enough baggage to fill every inch of this place but I'm not the only one. Someone else's closet has skeletons too. Skeletons that only come out at night when nobody's watching. Nobody but me. </p><p>And my new roommate the one with the arctic blue eyes that see more than he lets on thinks him suddenly being in my path is all fun and games but I'm not the one afraid of changing lanes and when I do he'll be the one working to keep up.</p><p>If he even can. </p>