Not So Innocent (ON HOLD)

A Healed Broken Heart?

Was it all a lie?

Everything I saw just caused me to have the need to scream out loud. Was everything Xavier said a lie? Thoughts in my head just filled up and all I hear was that Xavier had a girlfriend. Xavier had a girlfriend and he said he liked me. All I can ask myself is if every guy has lied to me. About everything they've said.

After all that, I decided to stay home for awhile. Not only because I didn't want to go to school, but I haven't been feeling well. When I went home, my mom had told me that I was burning. Surprisingly. That means no video games and full days of resting. Which sucks because it's boring in my own house.

I looked out the window to see that it was raining. Luckily, it's the weekends. I watched as the rain drops splattered on my glass windows. This was like a sad scene in the movie where the boyfriend was in the army, lost at sea, or any other dangerous job and the girl just stares sadly at the gloomy weather while soft music is playing in the background. I sound super cliche, but I'm just a hopeless romantic as I said before.

"Lina! Are you in bed?" My mom yelled upstairs so that I could hear. Since I can't yell back, considering if I do yell I sound like I'm dying, so I stood up and walked half way towards the stairs. I found my mother by the door with the door open and a soaking wet boy, who looked like Troye. Troye.. "Troye?!" I said, shockingly in my sick voice. He nervously smiled and waved at me. I shook my head, "Wh-What are you doing here?" I asked as I hugged myself to keep warm.

I walked down the stairs as my mom lets him in. "Hun, I'll get you a towel and set of new clothes, all right?" I watched my mom go upstairs and into my older brother's room. I knew it.

My older brother died when I was a kid. He was my age and he died. I have another brother who is eighteen, who is barely home. Ever since my brother and I had found out about his death, we weren't stable for some quite time. I try to ignore the fact that he's gone, but you can never forget about the person you loved.

As my thoughts wondered off on their own, I caught myself staring down at the floor. Troye was saying something, but all I could see was his lips moving. This feeling. I felt my eyes watering and before I knew it, I started bawling. I fell to the floor and my mom ran towards me, repeatedly asking if I was okay. I missed my brother so much. He was there whenever my parents were busy. I understood they were busy and I was okay about it since my brother would always watch over me. It sucks so much. He could've gotten any girl he wanted, but instead, he spent his time helping my parents and me. He could've had a wife by now and beautiful home with beautiful kids. It had to be my fault though. If I wasn't there, maybe he'd still be here. I couldn't hear anything besides my mom's voice. Troye watched me as he squatted down and rubbed my back.

Then, everything went black.

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I woke up seeing that Troye fell asleep on my chair. I don't remember when I went to my room. I shook my head. I didn't want to remember what happened before. I felt more cold than before. I looked around seeing that my window was open and before I could even try closing it myself, Troye walked towards me and closed the window. I didn't want to cause problems and make him take care of me. "Troye, what are you doing here?" I asked as he sits down on my beanbag.

A sigh escaped his lips and he explained to me about what happened with the blonde girl and him. Then he explained about him and Xavier. I looked down and remembered that I accused Troye of flirting with another girl. It was weird because I had a weird feeling towards that. I don't know why. I just had a thought that Troye would never like me. I sat up against the bed frame as I looked down at my hands.

"I-I'm pretty much used to it. Every other guy would say the same things just to embarrass me or get me in bed. It never happened. I mean, I'm still a virgin and I'm not even embarrassed to say that." I laughed softly, as I looked at him. "I just.. I mean, seeing you with other girls. It bothers me for some reason. This sounds cliche, but it does. I get bothered when girls throw themselves onto you, but I don't blame them. You are good looking, but for me, it's not even about your looks. Your personality and everything else. I just.." I shook my head as I felt his warmth. I caught his hand on top of mine as we slowly started leaning in..

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BAM! It stops there. cx