"hey.." he says with those green eyes I've seen too much of, "Um, hi.." I say back, idiot, you couldnt have thought of something better to say? "Can I come in? I think we should talk.." I let him in, but as soon as he steps foot in, I remember the fresh blood on the couch, before I could stop him from walking to the living room, he goes and looks around, then to the couch, the blade, the pills, I try to walk to the door but he grabs my wrist ow, shitshitshit I wince in the pain. I just nod, trying to hold back the tears, "um, what is all of this?" he asks dumbfoundedly "I think you know what it is." I say emotionlessly, "Is it- Is it yours?" he asks. "Y-Yeah. Why are you here?" I ask hoping he'll change the subject. Silence. "I wanted to talk to you about everything, but first-" he says as I cut him off "Um, do you want to go to my room?" I really wanted to change the topic. "Um, sure.." We go up to my room, he stares at my walls, covered with posters and drawings. He seems to like them although I know he's not into that type of music, then he starts walking towards my closet no, he looks in there and he'll never talk to you again, "Don't go in there!" I end up yelling. He turns around to walk to my bed, and sits. "okay-" we say at the same time then stop and stare at each other. he has amazing green eyes, I thought, and wow he sure is built, and that hair is just so- wait wtf ? I can not be feeling for this asshole.. can I ?
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To This New Year (C)
Teen FictionI don't own any of the characters, nor most of the pictures, btw the pictures will most likely have nothing to do with the chapter i just like them. this story is not true, if a name appears of somebody dead or alive that is by coincidence. Also I...
