Welcome to hell
As I slowly moved through the brush I was looking at this amazing boy who stole my heart before I had a chance to protect it. Staring at his figure made me giddy and I wished he would turn around and face me. His face is what I craved. I craved him and hisself. I craved his whole being.
As I walked closer to his figure my heart thumped with uneven paces and my breathes seemed like they weren't giving me enough oxygen.
Then for what seemed like ages I was finally right next to him. His gaze was somewhere off in another world for he didn't even look my way. I sat down in the light sand and finally he turned his head to me and looked me in the eyes. His gorgeous eyes were piercing and sent a chill down my spine. His face was twisted in pain. And I then looked down to see that he held a necklace. It was beautiful. A silver chain that held a beautiful purple stone. The stone was pretty big but not huge and it defiantly was more of a girl necklace and you wouldn't expect someone like him to have it.
I looked at him confused and he looked at his hands.
"I've got a past, it's not a good one" he said quietly
"do you think I care?"I said "I think that whatever your past is what makes you who you are today" I said softly
"me and my friends from an old town I was living in we had are own versions of fun." he said sadly
I looked at him and he jumped into a story
"when I was living in burmuta valley there was a large section of rich people. I of course was so envious of these people they had everything and I was born to steal for things I wanted" he said gritting his teeth. "and we decided that we would all meet at this old building by our houses" he said coldly. There was a feeling in my stomach that said something bad was coming soon.
"..so at 1 in the morning I snuck out of my house and off I went in my skateboard. I thought I hadn't made a noise and my mom had heard me and she jumped in her car and followed me, obviously wondering were I was going" as he said this his face turned pained and he obviously didn't like the end of this story.
"we totally destroyed that rich place. By the time we left there wasnt anyway that they would notice rich people lived there" he said with a smirk
"then that's when everything went to hell" he said his smirk gone and replaced with a pained frown
"my mom had seen us trash the place, she met me at the house screaming at me making me feel worse than I already did.." he said trailing off
"what happened" I managed to choke out. My voice was soft and cracked I noticed that my eyes were wide with shock and my gut was telling me the story before he said the words.
"she told me that I was bad. She told me that she was disappointed. So I took my stuff and left" he whispered
I was confused. Here Josh was almost to tears and he was sad for what? Did he miss his mom?
He seemed to have notices because he was started taking again.
"after I left I stayed with my grandparents here." he said point to the ground. "after a few months here I tried to get contact with my parents but they never wanted to talk to me. Then I found out why..."
I was gripping the ground waiting for the words to escape his mouth. His past was like a movie that dragged me in to the point were bathroom breaks were NOT going to happen.
"my mom had told my dad about what happened. He blamed her. He was drunk and he killed her. Then he got a new family and is living off in a world were everything is perfect and has long forgotten me and my mother"he said sadly
I saw a tear drip down his cheek. And I felt my own tears start to form. I put my arm around his shoulders. he put his head on my shoulder. We sat there cuddling each other until I couldn't take it any longer I had to know why he told me this. I looked down at him his face had a sense of peace to it. I felt bad to disturb him but I just had to. So I grabbed his chin and guided his head to look my in the eye.
"why did you tell me that story?" I said slowly
He just stared at me for a second his eyes held something. Trust, hope, love?
That's when his lips were on mine. The shock lasted a second before I was responding. I kissed him back softly the boy that stole my heart was kissing me. And I couldn't stop myself. We kissed, his arms wrapped around me and his sweet lips kept asking for more. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His lips left mine only to save these words
"I-I-I think I might love you-u" he said stuttering
BUM BUM BAH! the end of this chapter my dears (tear) oh well next week there shall be more and I promise you the party is coming up ;)
-cfchey!
