The Words I Never Said [editing]

1.5

[jonas]

I race down the street to my Aunt and Uncle's house. With its little black window shutters, cute green hedges, and brick exterior, it's the cookie cutter image of a suburban family home.

The outside is covered with pots, which filled with flowers, and many upon many of rose bushes.

I pull into the driveway and park Kristin behind my Aunt's minivan. I pull off my helmet and put the kickstand up. Slipping off the helmet, Danielle's scent envelopes me. Her beautiful sweet concoction of apple, vanilla, and cinnamon fills my nose, filling my veins with euphoria. The fact that it was Danielle's made it ten-times better.

I open the front door of my house, making my way inside. I see my Aunt, Crystal, pacing back and forth across the living room floor.

"Where the hell have you been?!" she screams.

"I was out at a friends, and I fell asleep. No biggie," I say calmly.

""No biggie?" Your uncle and I have been calling everyone we know looking for you! We didn't know if you ran away, or if you were kidnapped, or-"

I stop her ranting by wrapping my arms around her.

"But I'm fine. Aren't I?" I reply.

She wraps her little arms around me, her head only reaching my shoulders.

"We were just worried," she whispers, sadly.

I pull her closer and put my head on top of hers. She releases me and takes a few steps back, folding her arms against her chest. "And who was this friend anyway?"

"Someone," I reply.

"Is it a girl?" she asks.

"Maybe," I say a little quieter.

"Who is she?" Aunt Crystal asks enthusiastically, her once angry demeanor gone. "Is she pretty?"

I laugh at her enthusiasm, "She's gorgeous. She has the most beautiful personality, and her eyes. God. I could stare at them all day."

"When can I met her? Invite her over next week. Jeff and I are free on Friday," she says.

"I'll think about it, okay? But don't make it a big deal, we've only met recently. Plus, we're just friends, " I say.

She nods her head as I walk to my room in the basement. When I open the door, my room is exactly how I left it. There are items of clothing on the floor, crumpled paper piled on my desk, and my bed unmade. I sit down on my bed and pull out my phone, debating whether or not to text her.

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