Delicate Hearts | Completed

33 || Recovery

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I was rendered speechless by his words. I stared at him for longer than he hoped, so he started rambling. "Well, I mean, if you're not ready, that's fine. Or if you want to reject me completely, that's fine too."

"Yes," I replied. "If you weren't gonna ask, I was going to ask you." I was smiling so hard I had to bite my lip to suppress it. Was it that easy? Why didn't I do this sooner? I squealed excitedly as I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me too, and I felt like I was on top of the world right now. We were both smiling, and I sighed. "This is the best way to skip school."

"Everything seems better now that you're my girl." His embrace tightens. We're cuddling on the rooftop of his secret house. We're cuddling on the rooftop of his secret house. Holy shit. Ahhhhhhhh! This is amazing. I want to stay like this forever. With him. Through day and night. I was so whipped.

"You're so cheesy," I laugh as I shift my head from his chest to his lap until I'm facing the sky. He leans backward, using one of his arms as support, and the other is rubbing circles with his thumb on my face. I close my eyes and smile as the warm California sun hugs me. "This is perfect," I sigh dreamily. "I'm worried I might wake up, and this is a dream."

He pinches my face, and I yelp. We both start laughing as he confirms it's not a dream. "Ouch." I whacked his arm, sticking my tongue out at him. This moment seems so perfect; I never want it to end. Just us and happiness.

"You should make a private Instagram account for just me and you. We can follow each other. I'll follow your private account, and you follow mine," I suggest. It would be so much better if he had a private account where he could post random shit without being judged. Of course, I'd judge him, but only positive things.

"I'll make one right now," He enthusiastically brings out his phone from his jacket pocket. It was the latest iPhone. I wouldn't expect less from a rich model. But then again, I have the latest model too, because my parents are generally considered 'rich'. "What should my username be?" He asked, holding the phone to my face. I sit up straight and take the phone from his hands.

angelandinosecretaccount. I type that in. Turns out it's taken, to my surprise. "Please," I laugh. notangelandinoatall. Thankfully, it's not taken. "This one," I say, returning the phone to him.

He laughs at the username but doesn't change it. My grin only widens. I can't seem to stop smiling today, and I hope that nothing ruins it, either. I also realize that I'm hungry, despite eating lunch an hour ago. But to be honest, a single sandwich isn't enough to satisfy me.

I want to bring it up, but I don't know if I'm supposed to talk about food around someone who most likely has an eating disorder. So I just swallow my hunger. It's not that bad, anyway. "Okay, I created it. I'll follow you," He informs me. I check my Instagram notifications and see a follow request from notangelandinoatall. I chuckle lightly and accept his follow request and follow him back. "How do I make it private?"

"You're acting like you're old," I tease, taking the phone from him again. "Here, you click settings, go to privacy, and make your account private," I tell him. "There, now I'm the only one who can see whatever you post."

He lifts his phone to my face and snaps a picture. "That's my profile picture," He says with a sweet smile. "And my first post." I swoon as I refresh his page on my phone and see his new profile picture and post. Just as I'm admiring his post, I get a notification.

Harley:

1.45 pm - hey

I quickly hide the notification, feeling more than guilty for leading Harley on like this. Don't get ahead of yourself, Madison. He probably just wants to hang out. As friends. I ignore all thoughts of Harley. I'm with Angel. My boyfriend. I don't want to think about anything else.