Sky's pov:
I literally road my pennyboard too the park. Took a little while, but it's worth it too see Johnathan. I actually brought my side bad filled with a journal and a couple pencils. I even brought snacks because why the hell not.
When I got too the park Johnathan was already there. Why did I feel so diffrent about him today? He did look amazing. He looked fucking perfect too be exact.
I smiled and sat by him.
"Ello ausie" he said smiling
"Haha. Hi Monroe."
"Heh. So....ready for the study session?" He said pushing up some glasses. Fake I guess. First time I've seen him wearing them.
"Yup heh. So, first subject mister?" I asked
"Well. First is drama class with Mr.Luke."
He helped me study over some acting notes for a bit and we even acted out a a scene that I guess they have been studying for a while. Whenever Johnathan would act I would just admire how and who he is. Everything about him ,too me, was perfect. Even his imperfections.
He sat down and laughed at his acting.
"You did good." I said laughing and sipping some of my drink
"Haha. Thanks. Okay next. History."
"Ah, my favorite subject." I said raising my eyebrows.
"Haha. Mine too."
We went over history notes and he was actually really interested in history. Its fucking cute. Ugh. Because when in the lifetime will you meet a guy who is like him.
-Sweet
-cute.
-charming
-fucking hot
He is just ugh. God I seem like a valley girl. I just sat there with my hand holding up my head admiring him. I was literally the heart eye emoji right now I kept sighing at everything he said. My sighs basically say 'God you're perfect.'
He giggled at my laugh every time. I love his laugh. His laugh has a little weird crinkle by his lips. Its fucking perfect.
What on earth is going on with me. I'm not usually like this. Hardly.
We went over all the other classes and it was time we just ended up talking. Perfect.
"So what did you learn today miss Skyler."
"I learned that world war one isn't like most wars by it's weaponry back then, too modern day equipment. I also learned that, the bubonic plague spread from Asia too Europe by rats. And the fact that Europe was the best place too spread a disease because of it's close living quarters. Good?"
"Damn. Perfect haha."
"Haha. So what do we do now?"
"Well, we can go too my house and read. I have a whole library. Yeah?"
"Sure. I'd love too."
And.he.reads.too. Holy shit, this kid is amazing. We walked too his house which took five minutes. Every once in a while people would walk up too Johnathan and high five him and give him the type of hugs that guys usually do where the pat there back.
We walked in his house and no one was there. Like last time. It's actually kind if sad. We walked too his room and laid down. His feet by me head and vice versa. It was actually quite comfortable.
I read 'the fault in our stars' (for the 100th time) and he read 'The maze runner. I like both books too be honest. They're legendary.
We read for about thirty minutes and I was actually at the part where Augustus and Hazel where at the Anne Frank house. I love John Green's book's. He's an amazing author.
"Monroe?"
"Hmm."
"....do you ever wonder why it would be like too loose someone you love? I mean as terrible as Hazel lost Agustus." I asked
"Yeah. Seems pretty tough."
"Right. I mean like just imagine loving someone and loosing them. It's depressing and it scares me too think about what happened too Hazel after Agustus death. Like did she kill herself? Did she become too ill too do anything else besides mope around the house."
"Holy shit. I can actually see her killing herself. That's probably what happened most likely. I mean she would've been diagnosed with depression, and that might've pushed her over the edge a bit, because you knew how much she hated it when the doctor and her mom assumed she was depressed because of how she just kept rereading the same book all over again and never going out. I also hate how in the movie it didn't include most of the scenes that where in the book. If I was John Green, I wouldn't allow them too make a movie out of my book unless it gives you that same feeling it gives you when you read the book."
"Holy shit you're deep."
"I know right. Haha."
"No I'm not joking. You need too make a book. And I know I have no right too say this but it'll probably be better than anything that most author's now a days write."
"I wish I could. I just need some insperation yano."
"Think about life in the drug dealing world."
"Ah, idea. Haha."
"So you'll try?"
"Maybe." He smirkes
"Holy shit."
We talked about the book for a while than I realized it was time for me too leave. He looked at his watch and frowned.
"Is it really time for you to leave?" He whined
"Yeah. I'm sorry."
"*sigh* I wish you where five minutes away."
"Me too."
"....I remember one subject we missed when we where studying...."
"And what is that?"
"Lunch." He giggled
"Ah. Right. You can never forget about lunch. Haha."
"Haha. Maybe tomorrow we can meet again and go get food."
"Maybe. I'll text you later about it alright? that is if I can get Anthony too cover me."
"Haha okay. Hopefully he will. But seriously will you call me later? I like talking too you before I go too sleep."
"I promise haha. I couldn't sleep unless I talk to you."
"Heh. Alright. I'll walk you home?"
"Nah. I'm alright. I'm a big girl. Haha "
"Haha. Alright big girl. Nice night."
"Night monroe."
"Night ausie."
We smiled at each other and ughhhh I don't want to go back too the foster home.
I smiled and walked away. Sadly. I hated leaving him. I needed him, and he needed me. We need each other.
On the walk home I was listening too a lot of songs.
•a little too much by Shawn mended
•how too save a life by the fray
•asshole by Ronnie radke ft Andy biersack
•they don't need to understand by Andy biersack
But I mostly did thinking. I was thinking how Johnathan never told me his story. Just about the girl he once loved. But not about his family or his life before he met me. I guess we'll talk about it later.

YOU ARE READING
Not quite suicidal
Teen Fictionhow do you know who you love , if you've never been in love .