Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Four

"Can you talk?" Jazz asked as he turned to me. I shrugged. "Can you try?" I shook my head. "Where do you live?" God, full of questions, isn't he? I sighed and looked over at his desk. I picked up his pencil and a notebook and drew.

I drew the tall buildings alined with short ones. I drew the one building that had a small little tent over it and two chairs in front that formed my balcony area. I drew the little lights that where attached to the blankets, like little holiday lights, they where.

I gave him the paper and he stared at it.

"You live there?" He asked. I nodded. "Oh. Stay here." he suggested. What? He just met me and he's offering me a place to stay? Is he okay? My eyes widened and I shook my head.

"C'mon." He rolled his eyes playfully as he took my hand and led me back into the hall. Jazz pulled me down past two doors and stopped at the last one on the right. He opened the door to reveal a really nice looking room. The walls where white but one was a light pink color, where the bed was against.

There was also matching rugs and lamps, as well as a small telly in the corner that sat on a dresser.

"You can stay in here. It was my older sister's room but she moved away for collage." Jazz said as he walked into the room. "She even has some old clothes in here that she wore in high school. Maybe they will fit you." He turned to smile at me.

I shook my head at him and looked away. I can't stay here. It's not my place to be.

"Please? I want to help. I will do anything for you to help. Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it." I could hear the persuasion in his voice, cracking at the end. I turned back to him and his hands where in his front pockets as he looked at me.

My eyes watered and I rushed up toward him, swing my arms around his waist as I poured my tears onto him.

"Shhh. It's ok, Emily." Jazz wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. At that moment, I felt so warm. Nobody has ever hugged me before, never payed attention to me before, never did anything to help me. But this boy wanted to help. He wanted to help me get over everything. He is trying and I appreciate every bit of it.

Jazz is trying to help me survive.