Gumdrop.
It was such a stupid thing to call someone. Yet I seemed to be so attracted to it. Maybe it was the way his voice made it seem. Nonchalant and playful... The complete opposite of him.
Shannon sits next to me on the couch as we watch a basketball game on TV.
She came to pick me up from Ethan's place a few hours ago, but since I waited for her outside she never got to meet him.
And I didn't want her to. I wanted to keep him my little secret.
He made me feel a lot of different emotions and I didn't want to share that with anyone besides him.
It's possible I'm never seeing him again. And I seem to be strangely okay with that. He made me feel good for the time I was there and even though there may be no emotional connection between us, I'd go back to see him again. Maybe I can repay him.
Besides, I really owe him one after saving me yesterday.
I run my finger along the sleeve of my denim jacket. His denim jacket.
When I got out of the shower there was another T-shirt, this time black, on the bed. Once I was dressed, I stepped out of the room and headed to the living room. He sat on his couch, watching South Park. It seemed strange that a person like him would be watching South Park, but I wasn't one to judge. He got up after he saw me, with the denim jacket in arms.
"I used to wear this when I was like fifteen and I honestly don't know why I still have it. Check if it fits and if it does, you can keep it," he had said, handing the jacket to me.
It was a little baggy, but it was comfortable. When he saw me in it, he got quiet again and went back to watching TV.
On the coffee table in front of him, there were a few framed photographs. I couldn't help myself. I got ahold of one of them and stared at it. In the photo were two boys. Young, beautiful, and full of life. They were nearly identical.
"You have a twin?" I asked.
"Yeah." He looked down at the ground.
"What happened to him? What's his name?"
He then looked straight into my eyes.
"His name was Grayson. He passed away three years ago."
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