i sit on a chair near the window, watching the rain droplets race each other. the one im hoping will win, is losing, badly. its behind all the others, its just sitting and not moving. stupid rain drop.
i avert my attention from the rain to the cliffords house, as i learnt that was their last name. lately i've been thinking about michael, i haven't seen him since that time i was at his house. i've wanted to go over and hang out with michael but i feel as though i'm annoying.
i see a curtain shuffle and i see a bit of a face. the face then disappears as the curtain re-closes. this has happened so many times, the curtain or window is open the after a while it will close again. its obvious someone is watching me, but i'm not sure who.
at first i thought it was michael, but then i see him leave the house and the curtain or window has opened slightly. so it can't be him. i don't think it would be karen or daryl, since they work everyday now, and they're hardly home. its weird how someone is looking out that window, especially when no one is home.
i sigh and shake my head. i get up and leave my room, heading to the lounge room. as soon as i enter know one is there. of course they aren't home, they all had something to do apparently.
i walk over to the couch and plop down, switching on the tv. i sneeze a few times, remembering that i'm sick, how could i forget? i close my eyes and listen to the sound of the tv and whatever is on.
i'm interrupted from my- whatever i was doing, by a knock at the door. i get up with a huff and slowly walk over to the door.
i open the door to reveal michael, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a light purple sweater. he is completely soaked and makeup is running down his face. his head is hanging slightly and i can just see the frown etched upon his lips that i have been dreaming about kissing for a week or two.
"michael? whats wrong?" i ask.
he looks up at me and i can see that he has a black eye. i gasp and grab his hand gently and lead him inside. i sit him down on the couch. i crouch down in front of him and look at his black eye.
"did this happen at school?" i ask. he nods and i frown. "who did it?" he shrugs. "can you describe them?" i ask and he nods.
he takes a sharp breath, "he was tall and blonde."
the only person i know thats tall and blonde is-
"luke?"
"i-i don't know," he says an his lip starts to quiver.
he wipes at his eyes and the hugs me. i tense as he cries into my shoulder. after a minute or so i soon wrap my arms around his smaller figure and rub his back, hoping it'll do something.
michael finally stops crying and he looks at me and his face flushes red.
"i-i'm sorry, i-i didn't mean to, i-i was-"
"its okay," i interrupt him.
he stands up and walks to the door.
"wait!" i shout. he turns back to look at me with a confused expression. "i-um do you want something to eat, so i can also help you with your black eye, because i haven't done anything yet."
he looks at the door then back at me, "okay."
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hi im back
ive had writers block for a bit so oops
im also moving to live with my dad an brother so i have to change schools which should be fun
bye ^.^
