we belong together // s.g

Six

I have been meaning to update, but I guess I just haven't gotten to it.

5:25 PM

Stone should've been arriving in five minutes, and this time at my house, so I decided to throw on something a little saucy. I let my long hair flow sloppily down my back and I set out a long Rolling Stones tee that my ex had given me a while ago and slipped it on, without a bra. I knew he would just die. Suddenly, there was a light knock on my front door and I squealed excitedly to myself, skipping down the stairs.

As I approached the front door, I took a deep breath and rustled my hair over my shoulders some before revealing myself to Stone.

-Stone's POV-

Once Miyala opened the door, she stood leaning against the doorframe in an Rolling Stones tee with nothing underneath, her sexy brown legs revealed, and it was more than obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. I tried calming myself before I spoke.

"Wow. You look great." I said as she went in for a hug. I caught a good whiff of her sweet smelling perfume.

"Please come in." She said as she held open the door for me.

I took a look around her place which wasn't much bigger than mine, It was
actually nice.

"Mi casa, su casa." She stated as she spun around to face me.

"Si, amigo." We both laughed and she grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs to her bedroom.

Her room was filled with tons of posters, from some of the greatest names in classic rock history. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Kiss, AC/DC. I had to admit, she was pretty cool to be just eighteen. Her bedspread was a dark shade of purple and I was sensing that was because of her strong love for Deep Purple, but maybe I was wrong. She looked back at me with those sexy, brown eyes.

"Sit." She said patting the spot on the bed next to her.

-My POV-

Stone was extremely hesitant and that worried me a little, but not too much. We were face to face now, eye to eye and the knot in my stomach grew tighter.

"You know, you never did tell me your life story." He smirked and raked his hands through his long messy hair.

I bit my lip and hid my face in my hands.

"Do I really have to do this? My life is a complete disaster and everything I tell you will make you wanna leave me here all alone."

He removed my hands from my face and held them in his own. "Just tell me. It can't be that bad, we all have demons to deal with, believe me." His trusting eyes and soft, perfect face gave me a good reason to pour my heart out to him.

"I was born June the 9th in Huntsville Hospital in Huntsville, Alabama, and when I was extremely little, my parents split and I never really spoke to my dad again. About around the time I was seven, I got deeply interested in the punk scene and my mom practically hated the ground I walked on by the time I was 14, she said that the music type I was into "wasn't for black people." I placed imaginary quotes on the end.

"When I graduated high school, I said "fuck it", and moved to Seattle. Now I'm here with you."

Stone smiled his beautiful smile.

"Why'd you move to Seattle?" His eyes were curious.

"Because. Seattle is the only place where the freaks fit in. I felt like if I were to move here, I wouldn't be the weird one anymore and everyone around me would just blend in."