Joel's POV
As I sit on my window seal, the only sound I hear is the light clicking of a clock down the hall.
It's about 10pm and I'm bored out of my mind, staring into the quiet neighborhood street that's filled with silence. Until I hear someone running, thinking it's just someone going on a run for exercise I brush it off...until I see leah running frantically into her house.
I freak out and look where she came from to see if anyone was following her...
Nothing.
Why was she running so fast? Why did she seem so frightened?
God I know I was a bitch to her but I care for her. So much. And I don't even know why. Maybe it's the way her brown eyed sparkle and turn into a beautiful caramel color in the sunlight. Or how her soft hands feel in mine. Maybe it's just the feeling of home I get when she's in my arms. Either way, this girl has me head over heels but the only way I express emotion is by being rude. God I hate myself.
Without thinking I open my window carefully, hoping not to wake up my grandma.
I then hear her walking down the hallway.
"¿Por qué sigues mi Amor?" My grandma says with half closed eyes in her silk night down.
"Estoy a punto de ir a la cama" I reply with a smile then fake a yawn.
"Te amo buenas noches" (my Spanish is rough don't judge)
She walks away and I hear her bedroom door shut, finally.
I open my window and climb out and onto the tree. I run across the street and get to Leah's front door. I get the spare key where she told me she hides it and unlock the door.
I notice that the whole house is dark, she must be asleep.
I walk up her stairs and open her bedroom door. Immediately rascal starts barking and I'm mentally thanking him for waking her up for me.
I see Leah groan before hugging rascal and sitting up, rubbing her eyes. When she stops rubbing her eyes and looks at me. She stares at me with wide eyes.
"What...the...fuck"
"Hiya" I say and laugh lightly.
"Why are you in my bedroom?"
"Just came to check on you. I saw you running"
"O-oh, y-yea it was nothing. You can go home now" I hear her voice crackly and stare at her more. Is she gonna cry?
"Wait...I thought you hated me?" She quickly says out of realization of what happened last time we were talking.
"Uh yeah..sorry about that. I don't actually hate you. I was just stressed out" (tøp asf)
"Whatever, please go. I'll be fine" she says coldly and turns on to her side.
I don't know what was going through my head at this time, but I started walking over to her bed. Slowly but surely, I got into the bed with her and wrapped my arms around her.
Please don't push me out.
Leah's POV
I feel a weight come into the bed and my eyes go wide. I then feel a pair or warm, strong arms wrap around my waist. I feel a sense of warmth and safety. I know I should be mad at him, but I need someone.
Wait.
What if he rapes me too..
What if he hurts me.
What if he tries something.
"C-can you please leave, Joel?" I say biting my tongue.
"Leah, please let me stay. I need you" he says with desperation clear in his voice.
"I don't want to get hurt" I say biting my tongue even harder.
"What do you mean?" (Justin bieber af)
"It's nothing, please just l-leave"
"No, Leah. Tell me what's up?" He says sitting up.
It's then I feel my walls break down, I feel vulnerable and I just start to cry. Dammit Leah, you've cried more in the past few weeks than you have all of 2015.
I then just decide it's better to tell him something, but should I make something up?
No, I have to let this out to someone. Don't I?
I then just tell him what happened. Everything that I can remember at least. Which isn't much, so this doesn't take long at all.
"Those sick bastards...." Joel huffs under his breath.
"They have something coming for them"
"No Joel please. I'll be fine. Don't do anything. Please don't tell anyone what happened." I plead.
"Whatever, please let me comfort you, let me stay Leah" he begs and I decide I need it.
I then fall asleep for the 2nd time tonight, except this time, in a familiar pair of arms.
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"RISE AND SHINE MOTHERFÜCKËR" my oh-so-sweet alarm clock blares. Fuck, I forgot we have school today.
I hear Joel groan and I quickly shake him to wake him up.
"Wake up and sneak into your room. It's 6 so you still have time" I whisper to him.
"You wake up..at 6?!" Joel stares at me in shock, is that not normal?
"Yeah, I'm a girl. I need my time" I laugh lightly before pushing him out of my bed.
"'Now go, seize the day. I believe in you" I jokingly motivate him to leave.
"Ok DJ Khaled, see you later" Joel winks at me before leaving my room. Leaving me blushing like crazy
This boy is so bipolar
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story time with the author :)))
okay, so I'm staying home from school today because my eyes are really bothering me and they like sting or whatever. so I was riding my hoverboard upstairs when I felt like there was something in my eye. I go into my bathroom riding my hoverboard and get really close to my mirror but then I go back and start rubbing my eyes because they started itching. so without much control and my eyes closed my hoverboard zoomed forward and crushed my two big toes in between the hoverboard and the cabinet. and I stared in horror for about 3 seconds before trying to like back out but I was stuck. so I slowly bent down and turned it off and my toes are in so much pain and they hurt and it looks like the nail might've ripped off a bit. I can't even walk without it hurting rally badly. or even just stand still without it hurting badly. so I manage to go down the stairs to tell my mom what happened and I did and all she said was
"it's when you were riding that thing wasn't it" and I said yes so she rolled her eyes and kept wiping down the counter. so I sat down on the kitchen table seats and hoped maybe she would help me. she must not think it hurts that bad because I wasn't crying but seeing that she didn't give a flying fuck I'm hurt and in a lot of pain made me cry. does she not even care that I got hurt? is she not gonna help me? like what is she doing? is it because I'm not a little 6 year old? I'm honestly so confused. and now as I'm writing this she's sat on the couch watching tv with my dad and my toes are still in agony so what a fun time.
~XoLeah
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