Why are you so lovely?

Can I Come In?

That's when you scared me.

2:16 a.m on November 30th, I woke up to the sound of knocking on my bedroom window. My room was downstairs under a big tree with long branches that always would swing and hit my window obnoxiously loud. Except this time, it wasn't the branch, but instead it was you.

I'm basic. I'm the basic bitch that goes towards the scary noises in a horror film. I'm the girl who follows the criminal to see where they are going. I'm the girl that opens the window at two in the morning.

Moving the turquoise curtain, I saw a human like figure standing against the window. The closer I looked, I realized it was you and immediately opened the window, gasping at what I saw. "Connor!", I whisper shouted, moving a hand to my mouth. "W-what happened!"

You looked up from the ground, scratching your head nervously as I stared at your beaten eyes. They were surrounded in big bruises, and your lips were fragile and red with cuts printed onto them. Your nose had some scratches as well as a large scrape on your right eyebrow. Parts of your dark green shirt were ripped right around the collar, showing your red chest as well as a piece of glass sticking out of shoulder. "My mom...", you trailed off, shaking your head, "You wouldn't understand...can I come in?"

I turned back, staring at my room door, hoping my mom wouldn't walk in. Her rules were harsh when it came to boys. "Fine, I'll fix you up but then you have to go home." With a sigh, I opened up my window further for you to walk into.

"Nice place you got here." You laughed to yourself, looking around the room.

"Just sit down and be quiet, I'll grab the first aid. And don't touch anything." I glared, slowing opening my door, creeping out to the bathroom to grab the kit.

You chuckled, plopping down onto my purple sheeted bed, "Aye eye captain".

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