Sucks To Suck||Matt Press

T W O

I walked in the house, it smelt like vanilla.

I slowly walk up the stairs, my finger tips lightly moving up the railing. The grey fuzzy dust gets on my finger tips.

I reach the top of the stairs with a loud creak. I swiftly move my index finger and thumb together to white off the fine grey fuzzy layer of dust.

I peer into a room and see Ginny looking around. I softly speak up "you chose this room or just looking?"

"Choosing." She replus with her back still towards me.

My head moves up and down slowly, my hair falling out behind my ears as I nod. Even though she can't see me I still do it. Strange, I know.

I slowly walk over to the room next to it. My finger tips drudging against the white panted wood door frame as I creep into the room.

The room had white walls to match the door frame. It was open and had a window on the far left of the door. It was one that was built for you to sit in. Oh what was it called? I don't remember. 

All I know is that I wanted one since I was a small child. "I claim this room!" I softly yell out

I walk out the door and step Into the hallway. I look around for a moment before carefully walking back down the stairs, my finger tips dragging again.

I walk out to the car to grab the small pink suit case that had important stuff in.

I take a deep breath and look around "don't get to attached. Your just going to move again.." I whisper to myself. 

I turn on my heel and plaster on my face. Great.. new start again. Fucking hell.

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I glance all around my room. I had just finished unpacking all my stuff from The pink suitcase and what got here from the moving truck.

I felt a buzz in my pocket. I took my phone out and contact "Dad 💗" flashing on my screen

"Hello?" I ask as the cold glass screen to my ear, the rest resting on my cheek.

"Hey honey" my dad responds "how's everything going so far? Like your room?"

"It's going good. Just finished unpacking too. I love it."

We talk for about an hour until something catches my eye.

"Yea.. hmm.. sound great. " I respond to my dad still staring.

What catch my eye was the boy from before. Tall, muscular, black hair, looked like an angel. Did I mention muscular?

He was climbing back into his window. I watched the way his hand moved in between the bricks. Swiftly up and to the side.

I snapped out of it as my dad called out "oaklynn miller. Are you listening to me?"

"Oh um yah here I'll call you later!"

"Oka-"

"K! Love you bye!"

"Love you T-"

I focus my gaze on him to see him already staring at me. His gaze intense. His eyes darken and lower. It's almost like he knows exactly what to do..

He tilts his head up, chin high and a smirk plastered on his face.

My cheeks flushed and I looked away..

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