Ever After or Perfect Distaer?

Chapter 5: Perfect Disaster

It's been a couple of days since I last left Ramsay. I hope he is feeling better he seemed really sick. Matt's been around more so I don't feel so alone. He actually is really nice to me even if all I do is just be a loser.
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My phone started to vibrate as I was laying on my bed. Ramsay was calling me.

"Whats up Joshua." I said in a very preppy voice.

"Hey Strawberry, are you busy right now?" I looked at the pile of completed homework on my bed next to me.

"No not really. Do you need help or just super sick again."

"Ha ha, but no. You wanna come over to my place to you know hang out?"

"Sure is Matt going to be there too?"

"Naw just me and you."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Josh and I never really hung out together without Matt, well besides at lunch but we both didn't really eat so it was always awkward and plus he hasn't been at school in a couple of days. I bet he's trying to get me to help him with all that homework he has to do.

My mom wasn't home so I texted her.

I'm going to a friend's house I'll be home by curfew-A

Okay have fun, luv you - M

I grabbed my board and made my way down the street.

I'd never been in his house either. I wonder why Matt isn't coming? Maybe he was busy, well whatever.

I rolled up to his house and opened the gate. The house was even nicer up close. I knocked on the door, no answer. I called him.

"Yo Ramsay I'm at the door ."

"I'm on my way up."

He opened the door a couple of seconds later.

"Welcome officially to mi casa." I started to laugh.

"Should you say that in french or something?"

"Stereotypes are rude." He said very sarcastically.

He started to walk in the direction of a door which seemed as if it could be leading to a basement.

"Did you ask me over here to murder me or something?"

"Haha, you wish."

"Oh good cause I at least wanna turn in my homework in before I die."

"You're such a nerd."

"What happened to stereotyping. Its my glasses isn't it?"

"Sure, what ever makes you feel better."

We both laughed as we made it to the bottom of the stairs.

His room was amazing I hadn't really noticed all of it the first time I was down here. I just marveled at his record collection, it seemed as if there could be hundreds there. He also had a couple of guitar lined against the wall.

"You might just like music a hell of alot more than me."

"Maybe just maybe."

He sat down on his bed. He motioned for me to do the same. I slid all the way back to the wall.

"Umm Strawberry I called you here cause I wanted to ask you something."

I just looked at him and nodded away with the music playing in the back. It was one of my favourites, Lana Del Rey. I didn't know he liked this stuff.

"Strawberry I, umm, think I umm..."

I turned to face him he looked really nervous. I slid closer to him on the bed.

"What, were cool now you did throw up all over me, just tell me."

"I think I might like you."

I was surprised. I had never really thought about being in a relationship with anyone or anyone liking me. I mean I'd never been in one before, I just always assumed I'm too dysfunctional for anyone to like.

"Umm, well Ramsay I don't know. I've never really done this kind of thing before so..."

He looked down. I slide to where I was right next to him and layed my head on his shoulder. I could here his heavy breathing.

"I don't think you'll want to be with me I'm not good for anyone."

He shot up taking my head with him and looked me in the eyes.

"Don't ever say that Strawberry, your your perfect."

"Yeah right, more like a perfect disaster." I looked down so he couldn't see my eyes start to water.

I mean who was he to tell me about myself, we barely know each other.

"Your far from that, your like a story book ending. A Happily ever after."

"That's what you want to see you don't actually know anything."

I looked up with tear starting to run from eyes. He wiped them away from my cheeks.

"If your a disaster what do you think I am?"

"You seem like one of the coolest people I've ever met. Your kind to me and that's all that matters. I can't speak on how you are when I'm not around."

"Well if your a disaster then I'm a fucking train wreck."

He took his bracelets off his left arm and showed his scars to me. I slid into the corner and began to cry. I felt the bed shift under the weight of him coming closer to me.

I couldn't believe this. Why me, what made me such a good person?

He took my arms from over my face which was now soaked from my tears.

"Who's the perfect disaster now?"

I gave him my wrist so that he could see my scars. Then I pulled up the shorts I was wearing up a little bit so he could see the rest.

"It's still me."

I wasn't crying anymore, but I couldn't stop shaking. He was the only person who knew now. The only one who knew the truth. Not even my best friend knew.

He began to kiss the scars on my wrists then all the way up my arm until he got to my neck. Where he then began to whisper in my neck.

"I'll be the perfect disaster if you'll just be my ever after."

I didn't know how to respond to all of this. All I could do was nod as he became to kiss me.

I dont quit know of we were the best match for each other, but I wasn't going to leave him when he obviously needed me.