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Dear Tommy Williams
Richard called me a few times right after I left. Somehow, I found myself wanting to answer him. Instead, I sat on the couch with a big bowl of chocolate ice-cream in my lap. I was watching an episode of Supernatural when I began closing sleepy my eyes. And then I heard heavy footsteps approaching the living room. I quickly reach for the remote control and press pause. My breathing accelerates as I sense the person near by.
I slowly stand up and grab my shoe. I clutch it really hard like a baseball bat, when I'm about to swing, I then see Richard. In his ordinary plaid shirt and faded blue jeans, with grocery bags on each hand. He raises an eyebrow at me when he sees me clutching my shoe. I probably looked like an idiot.
"What are you doing here?" I resent, as I throw my shoe near the doorway. I casually sit back and return to my bowl of ice-cream that was already melting into a mixture of liquid. I pretend to not notice Richard start to pull out bars of chocolate and bags of marshmallows and crackers, "How did you even get inside?"
"The door was open," He answers like if it wasn't wrong to intrude my house.
"What are you doing?" I ignore the fact that a stranger or much worse, a murderer could of have entered the house and probably killed me, before he steals my bowl of ice-cream. A shoe wouldn't be much as a weapon for me.
"I'm bringing you food, since you have nothing more than ice-cream," Richard then flashes a smile at me, making me almost forget why I was mad at him in the first place. Oh right- He was an asshole, that's why.
"Do you think that by bribing me with food will excuse the fact that you were a jackass to me?" I raise both my eyebrows at him, he suddenly stops what he's doing to look at me, almost ashamed of his actions, "Well you're right." I say, jumping out of my seat to walk to the dinning room, and stand besides him. How could I be mad at Richard, it's like refusing to eat cereal when that's all you have left. Richard grabs my arm and turns me to face him.
And I stare at his brown eyes, almost like chocolate.
"I'm really sorry," He pleads, I nod acknowledging that I forgive him. But he knows that I secretly don't.
"I know," I say in a whisper.
"Sky, I mean it." Richard licks his lips wet. His gaze study my imperfect complexions. He's probably noticing how my faint freckles run all over my face if it wasn't for the layers of makeup, Angelica makes me wear, or how my thin lips correlate a shade of pinkness in them. It's then when I want to get closer to him. Have his lips against mines, and wonder what it fells like to move in sync. I quickly shake off my thoughts as if anyone could read them.
"Okay." I find it hard to say. All I want to do is break away from his grip, away from his skin touching mines.
"Sky?" Richard asks, his voice husky and slightly deeper than usual, he doesn't wait for an answer. "Would you want to be my date for homecoming?"
I am stunned by his unbelievable question that I forcefully brake away from his touch. I frown in disappointment.
"How could you ask me that?" I say offended, shaking my head in denial, "When you're going with Jasmine?"
"Well she's not able to come with me because she's going out of town," He explains, shoving a marshmallow in his mouth, and begins to shove another one to his left cheek. He's trying to persuade me by looking like an adorable chipmunk.
"Am I you're rebound? You're second choice?" I didn't realize that I was now screaming in panic, my voice louder than before. I couldn't believe this.
"Well, we booth know that Tom wouldn't have asked you out." Richard still had the marshmallow on each cheek, he started to approach me when I was refusing to listen to him.
I was truly shocked by all of this. And I thought that you would ask me to homecoming, waiting like an idiot,
"Oh.My.God Richard!" I panicked. He then proceed to place his hands on either side of my arms. I tried to pull away from him, when he pulls me into his strong embrace.
"Sky, I just wanted you happy." Richard whispers, again I try to pull away from him, when he holds me even stronger than before,
"Richard, you know how to fuck everything up," My voice brakes, trying to process everything inside my head.
"Then I'll make everything better," He reassures.
Yours truly,
sky
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Author's Note: We'll hello, wow it's been a good 6-7 months since I've updated LTH. I just wanted to apologize for my hiatus and abandonment to this story. I remember when I decided to bring the story back to draft without a warning and I felt immensely sorry because of that . Then I realized that I wanted a fresh new start because this story had no specific plot (and that I'm still away of) and I was only 14 when I started writing this story. The best thing for me to show appreciating is by giving continuing this story for those who had continued to read my stories. So thank you. You could also find me Pacificco
next update: 8/15/15
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