Behind Closed Doors

Wouldn't Mind Giving CPR

The first thing I noticed when I walked down the stairs is that the boy had disappeared. The second thing I noticed was that the blankets were on the floor. Huh? Where'd he go?! I'm positive that I didn't dream any of this up. I couldn't have! I quickly walk over to the couch, putting the two mugs on the coffee table in front of it. I look at the floor. I gasp. That's when I see him.

He's in the space between the table and couch tangled in the blankets. His eyes are closed. Oh God... Oh God! No! He's dead! He can't be dead! He was perfectly fine before! Sugar Honey Iced Tea! There's a dead person in my house! Holy Mother of P- wait a minute... I could've sworn that I just saw him twitch... OMG! He just did it again! He's not dead! Maybe he fainted. I gasped again. What if he needs CPR?! Not that I would mind having to touch his lips with mine...No Eliana! Bad thoughts! Bad! You need to focus! A boy is currently on the verge of dying in your house! A VERY, VERY attractive boy! Pull yourself together woman!!!Okay, enough! Focus. Focus on the boy, not his irresistible, plump lips that- Nope! So much nope! We are not going through this again. Okay, for real this time. Focus.

I move the coffee table so there's enough room for me to get close to him and sit on my knees next to him. I place one of my hands on top of the other, clasping them together, and put them on his chest. As soon as I press down he jolts up so he's in a sitting position breathing heavily. Wow! I'm pretty good at this people saving stuff! When his breathing returns to normal he turns and looks at me with wide eyes. I smile up at him. "You're welcome!" I say. He furrows his eye brows and shakes his head. "What?" I ask. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but decides against it and closes it. I frown. He sighs. He lifts his hand and begins scribbling on his palm with a finger. Now it's my turn to furrow my eyebrows. "Huh?" I ask utterly confused. He sighs again and gets up. He then walks over to the desk, grabs a pen and a note pad, walks back over to where I'm sitting, and sits back down. He begins to write on the pad. While he does this I sit in a trance-like state, staring at his face once again. When he's done he hands the pad over to me.

*Note Pad*

'Hi'

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Hello my little rosebuds! I know this chapter is short but I just wanted to make up for being a lazy bum yesterday and not updating the story. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far, if you have suggestions I'm all ears! Thank you!

~Thebookofroses_