Half My Heart

Introduction

Three years prior;
Laying down on the trampoline looking up at the stars, I remember his exact words.
"Have you a boyfriend?" He had that adorable European accent, that made it more special.
"No" I said.
Why would I? I wasn't special, I was ugly. I had my heart broken too many times. I didn't trust anyone. Including myself.
"Do you have a... Girlfriend?" I asked him.
I could see his dark figure move closer to me.
"No." He said.

He reached over, intertwining his fingers with mine.
"I remember the day I first saw you..." He stuttered out "You're not like other girls, they don't like adventure. They stay home doing girl things. All pink."
I smiled to myself. Most girls were like that.
I took a deep breath. "I don't like most other girls. They're boring."
I could see his head turn towards me in the darkness. "You're not boring. You play football, soccer called in America. You jump off bridges."
I looked over at him "You act like it's a good thing. Back in America, they don't like those things."
"Why not?" There was surprise in his voice "You're special. Not like girls who follow me around at school and comment hearts on my Instagram. Those girls are..." He tried to find words "Common white girls."
I chuckled to myself. At my school, kids found me weird. I had been friends with the popular girl but it turned me into a bitch. I cut those people off and became an outcast. Nobody found that special, except him.
"There aren't girls like you" I felt him inch closer to me.
"There aren't boys like you..." I said.

With that, I felt the crash of his lips against mine. His lips were soft and smooth, and sweet like sugar. I smiled against his kiss and he turned his head kept the kiss going. Suddenly, I felt weird. I felt like something was wrong. Awkward. He wasn't trying anything but somehow, he just wasn't right. I wasn't right. I didn't trust myself.
I pulled back "Oh my gosh what time is it?" I opened the zipper on the trampoline and hopped off.
"Yeah it's later I guess, ten maybe." he said scratching his head. He didn't bother to hide the disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah well." I said awkwardly grabbing my phone. "Good night!" I ran towards the door and ran inside.

The next morning, as I was saying goodbye to go back to America and him going to school. He didn't bother giving me a hug like his little brother.
"Bye" he said quickly, and ran out the door and got on his bike to head to school.
"Bye...." I muttered to myself and headed to the car.
As we were driving away to the airport we passed him and his friends riding to school. I could hear him babbling away in Dutch to his friends and ignoring the car driving by. I waved at him but he barley looked up. I slumped in the seat. Back to good old America I guess.

A/N: so I'm really exited for this and I hope you are too! Don't worry my other book is still going up I just haven't found time to update it, But I will! Anyways I hope you enjoy. Vivianne at 13 and Ben at 13.