I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom on Friday afternoon, doing homework when I finally decided to check what was up with Hunter. He didn't come to school that day and I couldn't help but be curious.
'Where you at doe?' I sent, trying not to sound so desperate. I was actually quite bored without him at school, but there's no way I could possibly admit that. I sat impatiently, tapping my finger on the table, waiting for his response. I waited for the longest ten seconds ever and my phone finally buzzed.
'At my house. Sick.' He responded. I raised my eyebrows and I felt worry grow inside me.
'Why?'
'I don't ever wear a coat so...' I sighed as I read his text. I smiled a little without even noticing. Of course. I don't think I've ever seen him even wearing a coat. What an idiot.
'I'll be there in ten.' I sent. I quickly grabbed my coat which was hanging on the back of the chair and swing it around myself, slipping my arms into its sleeves.
I trudged through the snow all the way from my house to his front door, huffing for breath in the cold. I knocked on the grey door and soon heard slow, steady footsteps coming from inside. The door then swung open, and there stood Hunter. His eyes twinkled. They were feverish. His cheeks were red and he looked pale. He looked tired as well. His expression was plain, his eyes narrowed.
"Hunter, are you okay?" I asked, looking up at him. His eyes met mine but he didn't say anything. He suddenly stepped out of the house and into the snow in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I realized how hot and heavy his body was. I soon noticed... The idiot was barefoot.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!? Get back inside!" I scolded him. He slowly lifted himself from leaning on me and looked down at me. He stared at me, expressionless. I noticed how warm breath was as his slow exhales of breaths tingled my nose. We stared at each other.
"I said get in!" I quickly reminded him. Then he grabbed my hand and led me inside.
"Where are your parents?" I asked as I took my boots off. He didn't respond.
"Hello?" I asked where your parents are?" I repeated. He sat on the staircase across from the front door, leading upstairs.
"...A cruise." He finally mumbled in response.
"A cruise? For how long?" I couldn't help but ask. He took in a deep breath.
"...Four months." He laid on the stairs, looking dizzy.
"Get upstairs! In your bed!" I demanded. He lifted his head to me in surprise.
"...How bold..." I overheard him whisper under his breath. I slightly flushed red but brushed it off.
"No, no, I mean to rest! I'll make you soup! Just go get some rest!" I ordered him. He got up weakly and made his way up the stairs.
After briefly exploring his house, I finally found the kitchen. It was all modern with a large fridge and marble counters. I opened the fridge to find few ingredients, and grabbed a couple pots from a cabinet.
An hour later I successfully made soup without burning the house down like I did when I was ten, but that's another story. Gripping the bowl of soup tightly, I walked upstairs. I spotted a room with a slightly opened door and walked in, expecting it to be Hunter's... It wasn't. I must have had walked into his parent's room. There was a single king sized bed with floral sheets, a table with jewelery boxes on top, two antique-looking wardrobes, and a light grey dresser with pictures on top. My curiosity betrayed me and I found myself entering the beautiful bedroom. When I entered I set the bowl of soup on the top of the drawer and bent down to take a good look at the photos. There were four. The first one, a beautiful young woman with light hazel hair and striking blue eyes. She held a chubby baby in her arms, cradling it. Is that Hunter's mother? She's gorgeous... The second picture was a picture of another young person. A man, seemingly in his late twentys. He was also very handsome with darker brown hair and hazel eyes. I found myself staring at the photos, smiling. Suddenly the door creaked and I slightly jumped from surprise. The door opened wide enough so I could spot Hunter behind it.
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Just a Deal
Romance(Attention: definitely not the story I'm most proud of... wrote this in my free time, wasn't too into detail - at all. I actually don't recommend this book, but hey, I won't stop you from checking it out!) Meet Skye Kormenton, a fifteen year old gir...