Welcome To My Life: TrusT5

Ch 8

Ch 8-

I woke up that morning with tears on my pillow. I was so devastated that I didn't know what to do. I don't want to talk about it cause I'm the kind of person that thinks showing your feelings makes you weaker. Like you need someone to fight your battles for you. I figure keeping them bottled up inside is easier. I lay there for hours then hear my phone ring, its Ryan so I ignored it. He called again and I ignored it, and then he just kept calling. I finally turned my phone off, I can't handle him right now. I got out of bed to go upstairs and eat. I looked in the fridge and saw a box of pizza that me and Ryan had eaten when he was over last week. It made me think of him and I felt a tear stream down my face. I wiped it away and grabbed the 3 musketeers bar I had in the fridge

*Knock knock*

I looked out the window to see who it was and I couldn't tell so I opened the door and saw Luke standing In front of me. I was embarrassed considering I wasnt really dressed, Unless underwear and a sports bra counts as dressed

"Hey... are-"

"Uh. Sorry I don't really want any company right now."

"Wait at least let me come in for a second. I need to talk to you."

"Fine come in."

"Nice house you got..."

"Thanks. Now not to be rude but why are you here?"

"Just checking on you. making sure your okay..... And just wondering if you and Ryan are.. you know. Still together.?

"Honestly.. I don't even know.... wait why?"

"No reason... nevermind"

"Well. Thanks for checking on me but I think I'm fine.." he knew I was lying.

"Alex...."

"Yea''

"No your not.. your not fine."

Then he wrapped his muscly arms around me and hugged me tight. I hugged back and a tear dripped from my face onto his shirt. I finished crying and then I talked to him. I just let it all out. Every thought every feeling just everything that I kept bottled up. And it actually made me feel better. Just to talk to someone and know that I can trust them. We talked all day and he told me about his childhood and growing up on the beach. How he surfed before he skated, and used to spend his whole days out on the water, and just so much. We lost track of time and it was around 11 when we finished talking. I made a frozen pizza and we had Mtn Dew.

Since my mom was out of town I let him stay the night. (Don't worry. Nothing happenned.) And he stayed in the guest room.