Nurture /ˈnərCHər/
noun
the process of caring for and encouraging the growth or development of someone or something.
"you've changed" he suddenly says, "You don't even know me" I say, "We used to hang out all the times, how can you say that? I know...
"Dear Diary, It's been a while since the last time I wrote in my diary. Well, for the past two months, all I've been doing is Volunteering, go to the gym, come back home, watch a movie with Justin, then sleep.
My nightmares are getting worse, every night. Justin noticed this, but not all the time which I'm thankful for. Sometimes I just wake up shacking, which doesn't cause Justin to wake up, but other times I wake up screaming, and he tries to comfort me. I really do feel bad about waking him up and annoying him.
We stopped cuddling though, we'd always argue about this. Him asking his famous question: Why can't I cuddle with you? Last time I checked, we're not fucking. And I'd always reply the same: because when you get a girlfriend, it's pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable.
"Isabelle" Justin called out my name, I turn around while closing the diary "what do you have here?" He points on the diary and I shrug putting it under my bed. He doesn't question about it and walk towards me.
"Party?" He asks smiling, I look at him "I don't know.. I don't feel so good" I reply, "exactly. You'll feel better" he says, I sigh "whatever"
"Is that a yes?" He asks smiling, I nod "can you please pick my clothes up?" I ask whining, he walks towards my wardrobe, and I smile laying down on my bed.
"Do i have the permission to drink?" I ask, "yeah" he replies "have sex?" I ask, he looks at me "obviously no" he replies with a shake of head "but you're gonna do it, so why can't I?" I ask, he shakes his head "you just can't" he says and throws a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved shirt at me "what's that?" I ask ignoring what he said.
"The clothes you're gonna wear" he says, I stand up and roll my eyes "Gee, thanks a lot"
"What? It's beautiful!" He whines, "not for a party" I say shacking my head. And I open my closet, I hurry and take out a floral skirt, with a white crop top.
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"And what's that?" He asks, "clothes" I say as I get inside the bathroom that's connected to my room. I hurry and slip them on after taking off my clothes. Then, I go out.
"What. Is. That?" Justin asks slowly, "clothes" I say as I sit on the chair, I raise my leg while putting on my pink high heels. "Isabelle" Justin groans, "what?" I hiss "take them off" he says.
"Don't tell me what to do" I say as I stand up, he looks up and down then gulp "whatever, are you done?" He asks, I shake my head as I pull my hair up in a pony tail, then I apply a little bit of makeup.
"Iz, I literally can see your ass" Justin groans, "Justin" he looks at me, and I turn around facing him.
"You don't have the right to tell me what to do, okay?" He sighs "let's leave" he mumbles and leaves with me following him. "Can you at least slow the fuck down??"
