He put his hand on the wall and handed me the sharpie. " Will you trace my hand?"
I took the sharpie and traced his hand carefully. When I finished it he took it back and traced my hand on the wall.
"There now we updated the our forever special place."
I nodded my head.
I looked up at him. All of a sudden I realized how close together we were.
"You have really pretty eyes." Fletcher said quietly.
I smiled for the millionth time today. Why did he have this affect on me.
Befor today I almost never smiled.
He made me feel like there was something stuck in my chest.
He complicated everything.
I'm not supposed to be happy. I mean everyone leaves. What if he leaves?
I started breathing fast.
Oh god not this again.
I was having a panic attack.ing next t
I shook my head no.
" What's wrong?" He asked with panic in his voice.od.
I shoved my notebook into his arms. He read it and threw it to the floor.Breathe. In. Hold . Breathe. Out .
Repeat.
It took a little while but my breathing finally slowed down
"Are you okay now?" Fletcher asked.
He was sitting me now.
I nodded my head yes.
I hated ahi ing one of those. Especially in front of people.
Fletcher hugged me.
Oh god
Physical contact.
Wait it wasn't all that bad.
What am I saying
I hate this
But he so warm and he smells good
" I'm glad your okay." He said letting go.
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Liar liar
Teen FictionAddison doesn't talk. She hasn't since she was four, when her parents left her on her uncles door step. Now that her uncles house burned down with her uncle in it she is forced to live with a close friend of her parents.
