My families secret

Rooftop talk.

*flash back*
I heard the window crack open on the opposite side of the rooftop. That instantly hushing my sobbing like a little baby. I wiped the tears away and glared at the figure making its way towards me.

Taylor. Of course it had to be him, the dingaling had the perfect timing.

"Hey Hunny-" he said in a flirtatious teasing husky voice. I jerked my head in the opposite direction to avoid eye contact, I didn't want him to see me cry, to see me vulnerable. I'd never hear the last of it. But that earned me the thing that I thought he'd do last.

Comfort me. It didn't start off that way though.

All I could think of that moment was why the asshole who terrorized me since we were little suddenly give a damn. And I do not have a filter between what I think and what I say, so the first thing that escaped my lips was just that.

"Why do you give a damn?" I snapped. Bitterness laced thick in my tone, "you hate me and you have been a dick squash since we were in preschool!"

"Jules, I don't hate you."

Jules, JULES?!?! WHAT MAKES HIM THINK HE CAN HAVE A NICKNAME FOR ME!

"You don't?" I scoffed unbelievably. "Then why the hell do you act like it, huh?"

"Do you even pay attention Julia?" He snapped. "Jules... I constantly flirt with you and annoy the hell out of you because it's the only way to get your attention"

"why do you want my attention?" I questioned.

"Because-" he said. Then he started fidgeting... Was he... Nervous? "I like you Julia,vi have since preschool."

I searched his face expecting him to scream "GOTCHA!!" Then have his friends magically pop out of nowhere with their phones and the whole thing on recording. But they didn't. And when I looked at his face I saw truth and that he was being genuine.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

Damn it, I looked at him to see if he was lying and he saw my damn face. The question just brought the tears back to my waterline, and no matter how many times I tried to push them down, they stayed exactly where they were. And then they started to spill.

He didn't ask me that question again. And we sat there together on my rooftop. Me crying on him and his arms around me. When I woke up in my bed I thought it was a dream, till I got a text from him.

Feeling better?