Picture Perfect

Tears- 03

Rose

I stared at him while he was laughing like an idiot. Next time he forgets his guitar on his roof, I'll be the one laughing.

"What." I ask even though I know exactly why he is laughing.

"Y-you forgot y-your ever do precious camera in my bike." he said gasping for air.

"K, so maybe I did so what there is a first time for everything." I say defending my case.

"Yeah okay I'll take you to the garage." he said more calm.

I was led into a nice house the same as mine, well not the furniture but the number of rooms and the size of the kitchen and stuff.

He turned on the light and motioned for me to enter. I went up to the bike, lifted the seat and got my camera.

"Is that all you forgot?" He asked.

I shamefully answered, "well no. I also forgot my keys to my house and I have to get in through the window in your room."

Rush

"Can I laugh?" I asked trying not to burst out in laughs.

She sighed but gave me an answer.

"Sure, but can I laugh with you."

"I think that would work."

So we laughed and laughed and laughed. We were finally able to stop when we were in cramps, on the floor, crying. Our final agreement was that even fun is painful.

"Okay then let's get you home."

We walked up the stairs and and he showed me to his room. We entered a room same size as mine.

"Thanks."

I walked towards the window, and opened it.

"Well I best be getting home."

"Why will your parents wonder where you are."

"No my moms working late tonight, and every night."

He nodded but had to bring up the question that hurts me most.

"What about your dad?"

I felt a lump in my throat, 20 needles in my eyes, and and 3 forks jabbed in my thighs.

"Well, um... He's in the military and he was deployed to Japan."

I looked down at my feet and failed at holding in my tears. There was nothing I could do, the tears just flood out.

I collapsed. I fell on the floor and hit my head on the foot of the bed and sort of passed out.

Rush

Well that just happened. I shook her but she had no reaction. I carried her bridal style to the bathroom.

I set her down next to the sink, reached out to the top drawer and grabbed the first-aid kit.

Damn, she was bleeding. I did this to my sister once, but her goal was accomplished.

I disinfected the wound and carefully grabbed the needle. I was shaking, but I finally let my hands do what they had to do.

I stitched her up, and finally cut the thread. It was a nice clean cut, it was only two stitches though.

I carried her back to my room and laid her on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chest.

I walked out and shut the door behind me.

God I hope she gets better.

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