Leeroy

Chapter 5

Blakely's P.O.V.

It was weird talking to Leeroy about my writing. I kinda do a bit of everything. Poems, deep, emotional, fun, pointless, I don't know, I just like writing. Writing about my life or sometimes my perspective on others lives. I have quite a few on Leeroy. I never used his name directly but yeah... I just feel so bad for him. I know he's not gay. I know he's not a total weirdo. He may be weird, but aren't we all? It's just not fair. But anyways as I'm leading Leeroy to my fort thing, I trip on a branch. I let out a little squeal, but before I fell on the ground Leeroy caught me. I cannot stand how strong he is ugh.

"Thanks," I smile as I'm talking, "I would've landed on my face, which wouldn't have been fun since the rain made it all muddy." We both laugh and just look back at the branch. How could I not even notice that? It was visible enough for someone to NOT trip on it! Oh well at least we got a laugh out of it.

"No problem, wouldn't want your beautiful face all muddy would we- uhhm..." My beautiful face? Just as we were become comfortable with each other, he gets all embarrassed. Like a butterfly going back to being a caterpillar.

"Thanks," I say, hiding my reddening face from him by looking down and away. "Ya know what? We can come here later. But right now we need to give you a makeover! My brother has some clothes and I have some fashion experience so let's get to work!"

"Alright, just don't trip again." He says with a wink.

"We can only hope." I say, winking back at him.

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As we're entering my back door (and no I didn't trip on that dumb branch again) I suddenly realize I have tons of poetry, posters, and artwork up on my walls. What will he think? I mean it's not like I can take all those down and re-paint my walls in five seconds! Well I hope he's just going to be understanding. Some people have obsessions over money and wealth and even though I'm kinda on the rich side, I don't obsess over money... Just artwork and poetry and boybands. I also realize that my room is a mess and I haven't cleaned it for quite a while. We walk into the house and stop by the kitchen to see my mom making brownies and other yummy crap that will someday make me fat. My mom sees us and says, 

"Hi Blakely! And...?'

"Mom, this is Leeroy." I say with a smile at they attempt to shake hands even though my mom is wearing oven mitts. 

"Well the brownies are ready and cooled so I'll give you the pan and a few forks and you two can go off to do whatever you'd like!" Oh how I'd never get tired of my mom's overprotectiveness, which only comes into play when she 'sense danger' in someone. Obviously she didn't sense any danger in Leeroy, who would? Leeroy and I walk upstairs to my bedroom, messy as usual, and he kinda just looks around. I hope he doesn't mind that my room's a mess and very... well... abstract. 

"So what do we do now?" He asks.

"Well we can eat some brownies and get to work! Then we can eat some more!" I say, trying to make eating sound fun. As we're sitting there eating I think about what needs to be fixed... Lets see. Hair, wardrobe, and self-cofidence (which usually comes with a new haircut and wardrobe).

As I'm stuffing my face with brownie I say, 

"So I was thinking we could do your hair, and then your clothes." 

Hesitantly he says, 

"Alright, lets start."