Atlas POV:
Ahhh home sweet home, and he's still outside my house staring in through the window, I don't get why he is just sitting there. It's been a couple minutes and he should've gone home, yet he's still watching. Why did I agree to let him walk me home, I knew it would end bad but I didn't read the signs...
_______________________________
Reed POV:
God, he's so beautiful, just like a butterfly... why can't he see how much I love him, how much he means to me. He'll see. I know it. He will realise how he loves me so, how I love him more than I've ever loved anything else. For now I will sit here and watch to make sure nothing bad happens and no bums try to hurt them, I might even wait until I know they're asleep to leave, yeah that sounds good. Then I'll be sure he's okay!
_______________________________
7:30 AM March 3rd
_______________________________
Atlas POV:
"JESUS CHRIST I'M LATE AGAIN!" I yelled as I got out of my bed and ran to the door, before realising I was half naked and I had greasier hair than your old uncle, it was bad. Running to the bathroom to brush my hair and get dressed I look out the window to see a... person? Who the hell is outside my window looking in?!?! Before I could even see their face they leave. I rush to pick up my cellphone and immediately call Abigail. The phone rings until eventually the automatic voice for Abi's voicemail started talking so I hung up, why can't she be on her phone whenever I need her?
_______________________________
Reed POV:
"Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!" I whispered as I ran away from Atlas' house and to the high school, and to the boy's bathroom. Holy shit, they saw me, oh my god... What if they ask me shout it? They'll never want to talk to me again, they'll never even want to see my face again! No. You're too good at what you do to be caught silly. And even if they did see you they'd love you for it right? It shows your undying love for them, it shows that you will always be there to protect them, to care for them. Yeah. That seems right.
_______________________________
YOU ARE READING
Who is that staring at me....
RomanceStory between two people where one had no idea they would love the other till the flowers came, but is it really love
