The One That Didn't Get Away

Fifth

Liam

The movie starts out well. I picked The Avengers: Age of Ultron, and Sophie had ordered the chinese takeout.

Halfway through the movie, I notice the small girl next to me tremble. I think she's cold.

"Are you cold?" I ask, looking at her. She nods, and I lean down, so that I take up the whole couch. Understanding ny initiative, she lays down next to me. I only slide my arm over her waist later in the movie.

The movie finishes, and I truly don't want to move. I look down at Sophie and see that she's asleep.

Carefully, I hold her small frame bridal style, and carry her down to my room. Setting her on the bed, I cover her with a blanket.

Someone knocks at the door.

Jogging back upstairs, I see that it's Dylan. I open the door, and pray to the Lord that Sophie doesn't wake up while he's in the house.

"Hey Liam." He looks at me, red hair covering up his dark eyes. He's tall, but isn't skinny. I suppose that's what you get from football. He looks around. "Is the girl you were with gone? And who was she, too?"

Good, he doesn't know exactly that Sophie was here.

"Oh, that was my cousin. No biggie. She left some time ago." I hope my voice doesn't crack as I say this.

"Okay then. What do you want to do?" He looks at me, and for a second I think he saw through my lie. "I have something to show you." He begins to walk toward my room.

"Actually, I think you're going to have to go..." I look at him, scared. "My parents said no one could be in the house after ten if they weren't there." I mentally high-five myself.

"Okay" he walks back to the door, and after he leaves, I sigh out of relief.

I walk downstairs to find Sophie awake, and reading. "Who was that?" She looks at me curiously.

"My dad. He was on speaker phone." I feel bad for lying, but seeing how she reacted to him earlier, I think it's for the best.

She nods. "Do you have anything I could sleep in?" She asks, sheepishly. "Uh... sleeping in jeans isn't that comfortable," she continues.

"Yeah, okay." After looking around my closet, I hand her a pair of joggers, one on my old t-shirts, and an Ohio State football hoodie.

She walks out to get changed, and she comes back in and lays down on the bed. Within minutes, she's asleep under the covers.

I look at her, and lay down next to her. She nudges over so that her head is under my chin, her hair tickling me.

I don't want this to change. I hope it won't change. And I hope that there isn't some plot twist, like every single teen fiction Wattpad book.

I hope for a lot of things, tonight.