Broken Past.

It's Actually Perfect - 3

Broken past 

Chapter 3 

I jump out of the pick up truck an walk over to the other side to Adien, we are in the middle of no where, i think we were in a woods; because of the fact that there are trees and bugs around. 

"Is this the part where you tell me that your actually a serial killer and not the twenty year old that you show that you are, why are we here?" 

"Wow, you really ask a lot of questions, first it was where are you taking me?, next it was; hows your girlfriend? Which in fact was quite funny because i could see that you were jealous of her sitting with me, were just peers and you just have to wait and see." 

"I am so not jealous of her, why on earth would you think that; okay, 

lets go." 

"Alright." 

He started walking forward, and i followed; many branches and flies had attacked my face and then we finally got to a tree house? 

"Woah, this is awesome." 

"I know, i built it when i moved here in my middle years of high school." 

I looked like how a tree house was meant to look like, I've always wanted to make one but i never had the time. 

"That's real cool." 

I tapped his back and wiped off the leaves that had gotten stuck to his top. 

"Thanks, should we go up?" 

"What else would we do?" 

He laughed and said "Ladies first."he motioned for me to go up so i did, 

I started climbing up the dark brown stairs, i could see that there were two swings and a table with books scattered around on the bottom level on the tree house, 

"Why thank you, young gentleman." 

"Anything for you milady." 

We finally climbed up to the top; there were a balcony and the view looked absolutely perfect, i could see most of the city from here, just up till the beach where my apartment were, 

On the tree and the outer area of the house, there were red rose vines coming up and surrounding the dark blue wooden house, my two favourite colours, it were made out from an orange tree, the view is breathtaking. 

I didn't know what to say to him, i am actually speechless. 

I opened the light blue small cottage door and inside was ten times better than the outside, there were a Moroccan theme going on in the inside, it was also fairly big, many pillows and blankets were scattered around making it very cosy and on one side were a worktop filled with papers, a guitar as well as a surf board were put under it as well as two wooden chairs. 

wow that boy is really talented, christmas lights were spread across the whole ceiling and the corners of the room and pictures, cards and paintings were stuck on the wall, 

I really wish i had been as creative to do something like this, 

I heard shuffling noise behind me and i turned around and it was Adien; i almost forgot he was here. 

"Do you like it?" 

"Do i like it? I love it! Its actually perfect." 

"Really? Do you think that?" 

"Of course, its very creative." 

"Thanks." 

I threw took off my muddy shoes and he did the same for his and we both crashed down on the mattress and then we leaned on the wall, it was a comfortable silence, until he broke it