--- FRIDAY 4:45 P.M.---
--- CASTON'S P.O.V---I darted around the house, making sure everything looked nice and neat.
Luckily, my parents were neat freaks and unpacked everything the first day we moved in.
I set out some chips and soda on the table. Was it enough? God, I was panicking.
I sat on the couch, and waited for Aristanae.--- ARISTANAE'S P.O.V ---
I knew I was going to have to sneak out. Unless I didn't run into my uncle, and my aunt was in a good mood. Unlikely. I would be sneaking out.
Checking the clock, it read 4:55.
I crept to my window and opened it. Luckily, I had some vines outside if my window the were sturdy for climbing. I had learned that last summer, when I snuck out. I couldn't remember why I snuck out, but it wasn't a good experience.
Jumping off the vine, I landed on my feet. I always was pretty good at climbing things. I had plenty of practice with the huge tree in the front yard.
Walking in the March weather, I responsively pulled my hoodie closer around my body.
I walked the couple streets to his house before turning onto his street. I walked down about six houses before walking up to his door. I hesitated running home or staying.
Looking at his house, I decided I should stay. It's a very nice house, small and cozy like mine.
I rang the doorbell, and waited for Caston to answer the door.--- CASTON'S P.O.V ---
I was watching some Supernatural when the door bell rang. I paused Netflix, it was an episode where Sam had been tricked by the trickster, when it wasn't a trickster. It was really just an adorable Angel Gabriel. Sam was thrown into a sort of illusion where Dean every day, just repetitive Tuesdays.
I ran to the door, took a few calming breaths, and opened the door to her.
Aristanae looked perfect as always, with her long blonde hair hair and Hazel eyes. She was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans.
Smiling at her, I led her inside. I led her to the couch, sitting beside her. I offered her some chips and soda, which she quickly declined. I was curious as to why she declined so quickly. Looking at her, she was so tiny. I pushed the curiosity to the back of my mind.
I unpaused Supernatural, and her head whipped to the TV. It was the scene wear Dean died in the shower.
Her head shot back to me, ecstatic that I also watched Supernatural.
I told her that I loved the show more than anything. She agreed in a heart beat. She told me she was a Castiel girl, but I could never decide between Sam or Dean.
I asked her if she watched Sherlock and Doctor Who also, she was so excited. We were both part of the Superwholock fandom.
With already a few things in common, I knew we were going to be best friends.--- ARISTANAE'S P.O.V ---
I was ecstatic when I found out Caston was also part of the Superwholock fandom.
--- 2 hours following ---
Before I walked out the door, we exchanged Tumblrs & phone numbers.
I had found my bestfriend.
I had gained a sliver of hope.------------------------------
2 months later, May
------- ARISTANAE'S P.O.V ---
The two months had flown by faster than when Castiel answers Dean's calls.
Caston and I had only grown closer, texting every day, and spending lunch together in the library.
Finals were only a week away, which I had been cramming for.
My depression and anxiety hadn't changed, but Caston was sucking away my suicidal thoughts like a leech. I had still had them time to time, after my uncle's "visits", but they were going away. But I knew nothing lasts, so I expected them back soon, and worse than ever.
My grades were better, from passing C's to all B's now. But I was still frequently bullied. No surprise there, huh? Not really.--- CASTON'S P.O.V ---
These past 2 months have gone by incredibly fast. I was so happy to have been spending them with Aristanae, we were incredibly close now.
I had also felt something else brewing over the last couple months. I was beginning to like her, and it worried me. I didn't want to ruin anything with her.
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I went to bed thinking of her smile that night.
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Saving Aristanae
Teen FictionAristanae, a girl who suffered the deaths of her parents only at the age of five, now 16, she has been raped by her uncle countless times throughout the horrible 11 years. She's failing to find the strength to live when she meets Caston. Can Caston...