Teen Tales.

Crying Guest.

At night, I am thinking about the same girl over and over again. I've never felt like this before.

I remember the first time I saw her. Today in the afternoon.

I was walking through the parking lot and she was coming my way holding a little girl's hand.

She looked at me. Smiled with a hint of scarlet on her cheeks.

Her smile gave me butterflies. Magnificent and mysterious. Yet so captivating. I never saw her around before. She was new in a neighborhood, I assumed. And with that smile framed in my thoughts, I came back home.

I couldn't resist dreaming of her either.

*the next day*

I woke up early morning. Decided to take my Dog out for a walk.

I walked out of my door step and turned right to see my dream girl fidgeting with her dog straps and sighing. Can she be more cute? More like the feeling of Christmas in summer, So I blushed in my thoughts.

I tried not to look but as I was walking in the park, I tried to keep up with her pace. So I can smell her presence and compliment her about the way she let's her hair down which falls till her waist *turns me on*. I did not.

*at night*

It's 10 at night. The cool breeze blows everywhere. When I hear something a little disturbing.

I looked out my window to the very next house. I heard screams and people shouting and ranting at each other. It was a married couple. I shifted the curtain properly to spot a girl sobbing outside in her Balcony. That site made me feel guilty even when I did nothing but watch her cry her eyes out. I went out.

So I hushed a couple of times to make her notice me. She looked up and I was amazed to find that it was the girl I was so fond of. It felt like she wanted to run away. She couldn't bear it. Her eyes read it out. It now brought me to a conclusion maybe this it, I'll finally meet her and make her forget her problems at once.

So I signaled her to come over to my room if she wanted to. She nodded her head and I proposed if she could hold onto my hand to come over from her balcony to mine. She held it firmly and her she was.

I brought her in and she sat a little awkwardly on my bed side. She was in shorts and a lace white top with her hair in a bun and face stained with tears. I gave her a Towel to wipe her tears, she kept looking down.

"Sorry" she mumbled. "There's is nothing you can apologize for" ... "Just let me make you feel better, I don't mind helping you" I continued being humble with a warm smile on my face. She smiled back but it didn't last long.

I sat beside her. She started sobbing again. I couldn't help but wrap her in arms to make her stop crying. She buried her face in my chest and cursing in her sweet voice. I adjusted her body against mine while her arms rested on my sides. I rubbed her back gently to comfort her as best as I could. I let her cry. Eventually she passed out. She was sleeping in my arms. In the most peaceful way I could think of. I held her tiny hands and lay her down properly and let her sleep until she wanted to. She was a guest I would prefer coming to my place everyday.

And tomorrow's going to be the beginning of a new friendship which I wish lasts forever.