Your's Only

"Not Age Appropriate"

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-Skylars P.O.V-

"Let me in, I have to make sure you look... Appropriate?" Christian stood outside the guest bedroom, whining against the door.

"Are you saying I dress like a prostitute?!" I snapped, but secretly I was laughing inside.

"Yeah Skylar, that's exactly what I'm saying" he sarcastically noted.

Candice had given me a light-weight floral dress that was too big for her, yet too tight for me. It exposed some cleavage but not too much, and the dress flowed just below the knee. She had also recommended some low heeled classic, nude pumps and a gold locket.

It's as if saying that they were embarrassed to be seen with me.

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'I mean you did look like a crazy racoon... Or is it just me?'

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"Christian move!" I heard Candice cuss, before she gently knocked on the door. "Hey, do you need any help?"

When i was about to answer, my heels got caught by the knitted carpet and i got sent flying back with a loud thump.

"Please tell me your hair is okay?!"

I heard Candice shout worriedly; Christian chuckling in the background.

"I mean.. Are you okay?" She rephrased.

"Im fine... So is the hair" I shouted back, before slipping off the heels and walking over to the full length mirror.

I mean... My hair was still sorta curly, but the real problem is that my pink lipstick had slid over staining my right cheek. Quickly rubbing the smeared lipstick that stained my cheeks, and rushing towards the door.

I raised my hand to open the handle, but I realised I was frozen in time.

"What are you doing Skylar?" I slowly whispered to myself. "What have you become?"

I shook my head and waited for my cheeks to sog with my tears.

How could a person move so fast in such a short period of time? It feels like... It feels like I just lost the love of my life just yesterday and here I am getting pampered and prepped for a meal with some strangers parents.
I-I hardly know Christian... And I'm living with him.
I have no where else to go, and no money left to rent off the apartment I was staying at before.
Everything was temporary when I moved here... Now everything feels permanent?
I hate this loneliness I feel and it's dragging across deep inside my suffering body. I can't breathe and I almost feel dead. My body dusting away in the cold breeze.
I don't feel right.
No, I don't feel right at all...

"Hey, did you die in there!" Christian quoted while tapping on the door heavily.

"I wish" I sniffled away the tears and tried very hard to push back my thoughts... For now.

Opening the door, I saw Christian. He smiled softly at me but I knew it was a sympathetic smile.

"Meenie? Weenie?" He cocked his head to the side, smirking as I burst out in giggles.

"Get over it"

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Christian's P.O.V

"So, do you go to school sweetheart?" My mum had asked Skylar, who was busy picking out the peas off her rice.

"Uhh-"