The Treehouse

T W O

Oh, snap!

She wasn't supposed to see me.

I was just going to crash here tonight and then leave early tomorrow morning before she could notice I was here.

I should've known better than to come here.

"What happened to your face?" She asked breaking the silence between us two.

I grimaced, remembering that I had my hood down. The cuts on my face were on full display for her eyes to see.

I never wanted a hole to open up and swallow me so badly, until then.

Before I could come up with some sort of an excuse, she entered the treehouse.

Moving to the left side of the house she grabbed something off the top shelf.

Turning back to me, I looked down at her hands to find a first aid kit in her hands.

She motioned for me to sit down on the couch, which I obliged to, curious to see what she was going to do.

Silently she opened the kit, pulling out antiseptic and ointment.

"You really don't hav-" Before I can even finish my statement she shhh me.

"Shut up and let me help," She spoke sternly giving me a look to not argue with her on this.

My breath hitched in my throat, as her face neared my own.

I watched as she diligently worked on cleaning my cuts, not looking at me once all her attention fixed on my injuries.

Unlike me who couldn't help but stare at her in awe.

Beautiful

Her naturally long lashes brought out her brown doe, making them even more captivating.

Her skin was clear of blemishes, the dark hue of her skin looking radiant in the moonlight.

Her full lips were pulled in a slight frown, yet looked extremely kissable.

Not now

Jesse Montogomery was and will always be the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life.

I hope she can't hear how fast my heart is beating.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened or even why I'm here," I asked, curious as to why she hasn't bombarded me with questions.

I mean it has been four years since we last talked, I'm sure she has questions.

"Nope," She replied catching me by surprise.

She pulled out some bandages to wrap around my fits seeing as some of the knuckles were busted open.

"It's not my place to ask," She continued gently placing my hands into her own as she worked the bandage around them.