I just don't understand you.

I was walking home from school one day, and when I was about half way, I saw a little boy. He smiled at me, and I stopped. 'What's that? Is that... blood?' I asked myself. He started to walk to me, and I saw more detail. He had emerald eyes. His smile was devilish, it seemed. He had mid-brown hair, nicely combed and well-washed. His pants were sea-blue and his t-shirt was sky-blue. His shoes were as red as flames. His belt was a different shade of red flame. He stopped maybe five feet away from me, and his devilish smile became a sweet smile. I started to cross the road. "Wait," he said. I turned around, "Huh?"
"Wait"
"What do you want?"
"I am lost. Can you please walk me home?"
"Um... sure. Where do you live?"
"Follow me"
"Stop"
"Hmm?"
"Tell me where you live."
"I don't have a home."
"What?"
"I said; I... don't... have... a... home."
"But-"
"I don't have any parents. And the orphanage wouldn't take me: I wouldn't let them."
I was terrably confused. 'Does he WANT me to take him in?'...
"What's your name?" I asked. He just smiled. "I'm Emily, can I know your name, please? I don't think 'little boy' or 'kid' will work"
"I'm not a child, you are."
"Huh?" He just smiled. Then the boy grabbed me hand, I tried to pull away; I couldn't. He had an iron grip. He smiled again. And started to walk me somewhere, "Where are you taking me?!"
"Home"
"You said you didn't have a home!"
"I am taking the lost child to her home."
"Let go of me! What are you?"
"I am just a little boy,"
"Kid, just let me go and I won't cause you any trouble."
"Oh, YOU won't cause ME any trouble? Ha! We'll see about that, now won't we!" He changed direction, "Now, your goign to have a little time-out. Tut-tut, don't pull away." He knocked me out.
I woke up in a room, on the floor. He stood over me. He was an adult, how could that be? "What the hell are you? You were a kid before!"
"Was I? Hmmm... Strange, isn't it,"
"Let me go!"
"I will, just... not yet."
"What are you going to do?"
He smiled, "My name is Satan."
"No, don't lie. You are NOT the Devil."
"I never said I was"
"Then why is your name S-Satan?" I was shaking. "Why is your name Emily?" I didn't reply. He picked me up. And he put me on a chair, and left. I looked around. There was a bed, a table, a balcony, which was locked, and a bathroom. "Sleep well." He slammed the door, and locked it. I was to scared to sleep on the bed, I was to scared to sleep at all. I tucked my knees under my chin. And I tried to stay awake, but it didn't work. I fell asleep.
I heard the door unlock, and woke to find him putting covers over me; on the bed. He sat on the chair next to me. I looked at him, he looked at me. "What, what do you want with me? My mum will be really worried"
He smiled. A sweet smile, this time. "Tut-tut. Don't you remember? You're mum's not here. She's on a holiday. She trusted you to stay home."
"But, but I'm only eleven, she would never le-"
"Eleven? Hmmm... You're not eleven. You're sixteen."
'What???' I thought. "Now, now. It's okay. You hit your head pretty badly. Do you evern remeber me?"
"You were a kid! Just a minute ago!"
"I guess you only remember when we first met. I am your friend, don't worry. I love you"
"What???"
"I love you."
"Di-did I love y-you?"
"No." I sighed in relief. He turned the lights on. I saw him. He was a handsome young man, and it was obvious he worked out. 'He must be about seventeen' I thought. "Is this a dream?"
"Now, what makes you think that?"
"It seems so real and yet...
"Shhh... Sleep. We have a bis day tomorrow."
"We? bu-... bu-... b-" And I fell asleep.
I woke the next day to find myself in my own room. 'few, that was a dream. Ha, and to think I got amnesia of some sort, ha!' I got dressed and went out to have breakfast. "Mum, are we going to-?" He smiled at me. "Satan! No, no, no, that was just a dream!"
"My name is not Satan, dear. It is Jamian."
"Huh..." I was dumbstruck. He smiled his sweet smile, and then it shaped into his devilish one. "What do you want with me? Why are you here? Leave my house, now!"
"Tut-tut-tut, when will you ever learn." He stood up. "Time for school. Or is it the school holidays?"
"Hol-l-lidays, um, hol-i-days."
"Ah, child. There is no need to be afraid, not of me."
"Huh,"
"What would you like to do?"
"I, uh, I have plans with my friends. They're coming to pick me up."
"May I meet them?"
"No, uh, I'm meeting them somewhere."
"Do you have a phone?"
"Yeah..."
"Call me if you need me, here's my phone number."

"Who's that guy in there?" Asked Stephanie
"Here, Emily texted me the whole story, I'll sms you it" Replyed Jamie.
"Hey, guys. Jamie, did you get the sms?"
"Yeah."
"Have you texted Steph?"
"Yup," Joined Stephanie. "Wow, is that really...?"
"Ya... heh, sadly."
"Jamian, Jamie... Oooh..."
"Oh, shut up!" We all laughed.
"Oh merda, he's coming. He's going to frigen follow us! Jamie, can you drive fast?"
"Hell yeah!" We all got in the car. "Where to?"
"Away" We all laughed again.

"Wow, that was sooo much fun. Emily, are you sure you don't want to stay at my house?" Jamie asked.
"Nah, it's fine. I'll sms you if I want you to drive down. See you later, guys."
"See you later!" They both replyed. It was two in the morning. I walked inside and found Jamian waiting there for me.
"You were out for a while, you didn't text or call, I was worried sick."
"Look, you're not my mother, okay?" He walked towards me, "No, I'm not, am I."
He kissed me. I didn't pull away, though my mind told me to. I remembered, I remembered everything.
"Why do you keep on lying to my about your name, 'Jamian'?"
"What is my name, is you're so darn smart?"
"Hahaha, John. And just why did you have to act like that? You scared me like hell! Satan? And how did you become a child and all that!"
"You hit your head hard. Your mum tried to help you but no one could. I asked if I could help, never have I kissed you before. But true loves kiss works, that's for sure!" We laughed.
"I just don't understand you, Jonathon Alcatraz!