Dont Leave Me

Eight

JC and I obeyed the rules and didn't stay in bed today, he told me he was feeling better but I could tell he was lying.
He puts his arm around my shoulder and he limps downstairs to Kian and Tayler with me.
"Your suppose to be in bed." Tayler looks at us raising an eyebrow.

"And your suppose to be my sister, not my mother." I joke and let JC unwrap his arm from me, him still standing lightly on his bad leg.

"Bro, how's the leg?" Kian asks sounding concerned.

"Its all good dude." JC says in a funny voice and I laugh, JC looks at me and smiles as if he was impressed in himself for making me laugh.
"Rosie, want to go to the beach?" JC jokes.

"Not even funny, Justin." I shake my head no and walk into the kitchen.

"Tayler, your foods amazing why didn't you make any?" I pout.

"Because I'm not your mother I'm your sister."
I cross my arms at her, eyeing her up.

"Since when did you become a little gangster?" I question her.

She shrugs and giggles facing back to Kian.

"HUNGRY!" I yell and she doesn't even notice me at all.

JC limps into the kitchen, pulling some pans from the cabinet.
"What?" I ask, pointing to the pans he's holding.

"Your hungry, and so am I." He begins cooking.
Wow, that's hot.
What did I just think?

He finishes the food and we all eat at the table.
"I'm going to get dressed and ready."

JC stops me by holding my arm.
"Are you going to put makeup on?" It was an awkward question. Of course I was.

I nod and swallow, why would he ask that? Do I wear too much? Do I look weird without it? Maybe he wants me to wear it and he's just reassuring himself. I panic.

"Calm down, I just personally think you look beautiful without it."

Tayler aww's loudly making me blush.
"Shut up, you old man." It was an inside joke.

I walk upstairs and do my makeup after my shower. I didn't listen to JC because I liked myself more with the makeup.

Jc runs into the bathroom and showers while I do my makeup.
Once he gets out I'm done getting ready.

"Rosie, can you dry my hair?" He asks poking his bottom lip out.
I nod and grab the hair dryer from the sink and plug it in, he sits on the side of the sink and leans his head over.

I rub my fingers through it and dry it for him, causing many beautiful black and blond curls to appear.
"All done, and cute." I smile.
Did I really just say that? Oh your so stupid Delilah.

"Probably not as cute as you though." He pretends to be upset, he was so cheesy.

"Cheesy."

"Oops." He chuckles and hops of the sink.

We both walk back downstairs and JC wants to go to the movies.
I agree and we get into his Car and I sit in the front seat.

"Woah,woah,woah." He says when he see's me pushing his hands out.

"What?" I say.

"You can drive?" He scratches the back of his head.

"JC of course I can drive, you on the other hand cannot because of your leg." He doesn't reply, he sits in the passenger seat and puts his hand on my thigh.

I felt comfortable for once, like I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
It was an unusual feeling because I was so use to people walking in and out of my life. He's like my best friend now, my best friend I love and he wouldn't leave me. I trust him, a lot and that's something special.

I pull into the mall and we go to the movies where we sit in the back.
JC wanted to because there was a "better view" back here.

We sit and watch the movie.
"I love you." The boy on the movie announces.
JC looks at me and butterfly's zoom through my stomach.

"I love you." JC mocks the guy, sincerely.

I look into his eyes not responding. JC leans in and I do the same. Our lips brush against each other and we pull away.

"I love you too."