A/N: This began as an hour story for my Creative Writing class and this was all I needed, but I'm hoping to continue it. R&R, pretty please!

Chapter 1

George sat down, looking back on the day's events. It had been a rather normal day. He woke up early, having slept well the night before. It was Saturday, cleaning day. He immediately went to work, starting with vacuuming. By the time he was finished, his house was spotless. Wanting to relax the rest of the day, George took a shower and made some coffee. Now, he was going to sit down to relax and enjoy his cup of coffee. Just as he sat down, however, the doorbell rang. Being extremely agitated, George grumbled and got up to open the door. When George opened the door, he saw a stranger standing before him. The stranger had a torn and stained trench coat draped over his shoulder. He was soaking wet from the downpour that had started earlier in the day.

"Who are you?" George asked. The stranger said nothing and looked down at his worn out sneakers. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The stranger walked past George and into his living room, dragging in mud along with leaves and twigs. George stood there gaping at the forcefulness of this man.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" George yelled. Again the stranger did not respond, but instead took off his sneakers, set them aside, and put his trench coat on the hat stand. George was about to go over and knock some sense into this mysterious man when the stranger started to clean up his mess. George was even more shocked that when the man had finished, he just sat down at the kitchen table. The man sat in silence and twiddled his thumbs. George slowly walked over to the table and tried to get a glimpse of his face, to see what he was all about. George, not knowing what to make of all this set a cup of coffee down in front of the stranger. He took it and started drinking it, nodding as if to say thank you.

"Do you ever speak?" George asked. The stranger nodded. "Would you like to tell me then why you are here and when you're planning to leave?"

"To talk, and soon," the man said.

"Do you know me?" George asked. The man nodded. "Well, then how come I don't know you?"

"But you do," the stranger said.

"No, I don't," George said. "I've never seen you before in my life."

"Yes, whether you remember or not, you know me," he said.

"Whatever you say buddy," George retorted. "Now what do you want to talk about?"

"You," he said.

"Me?"

"Yes," the stranger said before taking another sip of his coffee. "Why do you want to be lonely?"

"I want to be alone so I don't run into psychos like you"

"I didn't ask why you wanted to be alone. I asked why you wanted to be lonely."

"I'm not lonely."

"Yes, you are," he said. With that, he took one last sip of his coffee and stood up from the coffee table. He grabbed his coat slung it over his shoulder and proceeded to put his sneakers back on. He reached for the doorknob.

"Wait," George shouted. The stranger smiled.