social outcast

Ch.5

     the first thing Chris did when he stepped into my room was look at my long shelves of books. I had so many books. most were fiction and some where books from therapy that I never read. he looked so fascinated with them. I had a little room with a day bed, a dresser and a little closet. My walls were plain white and it had this ugly green carpet and red shelves. I hated it But we couldn't do anything to it since it was an apartment.

     "you have so many books." Chris said.

     " I know. they help me escape."

     " I think it's sort cute. " Chris said then made a sarcastic wink.

     he made me laugh so much. Just the little things he would do would bring a smile to my face.

     by this time I really knew I liked him... I don't think he liked me though. who would like me anyway... my huge hips and thighs and my stomach poking out above my jeans. I didn't even care about my looks anymore but it still got to me.

     me and Chris just spent the night talking about our lives and having really deep conversations which I was glad I could finally open up to someone and Have them understand and not judge me. Chris left around 12 and walked home to his dad's. I stayed up all night thinking about him and imagining us and how we would act cute together and tease each other and we would kiss during movies and explore each others lives. if only he knew I was starting to love him and who he was....