Kiss, Kiss, Kiss.
Okay, that's enough. I can't breathe. Though, it wouldn't be a problem, dying in Avery's embrace. Still, if anything happens, I need a shower.
"Mind giving me clothes? I wanna take a shower."
We get into his room, a dark mauve wall reflects on the dark grey ones. He pulls out a hoodie, boxers, and sweatpants.
"I don't know if the pants will fit you, so the boxers are just in case."
The hot water hits my skin like little hammers, everything in here smells like Avery.
I dry myself, using Avery's towel, feel a little better. It's a hot night, so I put on the boxers, forget the sweats.
Shoot Mom a quick message too, make sure she's not worrying.
I'm staying over, don't worry about me. I'll be home sometime tomorrow.
She leaves me on read, figured she was still with that man anyway.
"Here are your pants back, I didn't feel like wearing them."
He gives me an "Oh?" face. "But, did they fit you?"
A smile comes on, but I shrug. "Maybe they would've, if I tried them on." Woah, okay Maple.
He shrugs back, and heads to the bathroom. I can hear the pitter-patters of the shower.
I flop down onto his bed, the scent of light cologne fills my nose.
I'm tired.
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Runaway
Teen FictionThe only one I can trust is Avery. Can't trust Mom, scared of Dad, I have no one else. But, then again, can I really trust Avery? Trust him with all the deep dark secrets I've tried so hard to keep hidden? He loves me, but I don't know if I can love...
