I woke up again about two hours later. Troye was stroking my hair, and I could feel him drawing circles on my back with my fingers. I felt a blush rise up in my cheeks. I opened my eyes, and was greeted with his beautiful face. I don't think he realized I was awake at first, because I could still feel his hand on my head, and his fingers on my back. I made a little coughing noise to try to get his attention, and he automatically stopped what he was doing. His cheeks turned red and he smiled at me.
"Hi.." I mumbled, still quite sleepy.
"Hey. Sorry it's so late.. I didn't want to wake you up.. Your phone hasn't gone off or anything." He was still blushing.
I reached back and took my phone out of my pocket. It was 2 pm, but I didn't mind. "So um.. Do you mind telling me what happened last night?" I released myself from his arms, and sat up next to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"We partied, then Naomi and Devin fell asleep, then us. Police sirens woke up Devin, and he woke up Naomi and I.. Then I took you to my house.. because Naomi went with Devin and I didn't want you to be alone. And you fell asleep in my car, so I just carried you in.." He paused and took a breath. "So now we're here."
"Oh.. Well.." I slid back under the covers, and rested my head on Troye's chest. "Um.. Do you remember anything you said.." I was hoping he didn't.
"About Stacy..?" He sighed and closed his eyes. "Yeah.. I remember.. I kind of regret it.. I mean.. I want to break up with her.. but she isn't a horrible person.. She really isn't.." He seemed upset.
"Oh." I paused and sat up again, resuming my position next to him. "I think you should think it over.. If you really want to break up with her I mean.." I hated saying these words. I may be a horrible person, but I don't ruin relationships. That's low.. Even for me.
"Yeah.. I think you're right." He seemed uncomfortable and scooted away from me a little. "Um.. Do you wanna hang out more? Or." He took a breath, "I can take you home if you want..?"
I took a moment before responding. "I don't really want to go home.. but if you want me to leave you could take me to Naomi's house." I didn't want to leave for two reasons; one, I had the opportunity to hang out with this boy, this wonderful, amazing, beautiful, boy. And second, my mom works on Saturday's, so that means I'd be home alone with Shithead.
Troye's face lit up a little. "You can totally stay here! We can watch a movie, or play video games if you want?" He chuckled. "You pick."
"No you pick." I reached over and flicked his arm. "Please?" I batted my eyelashes, and couldn't stop myself from giggling.
"Fine. Video games it is." He smiled and hopped off the bed, towards his TV.
"I get to pick what game!" I shouted behind him. "...poptropica.." He looked surprised.
"What??"
"I said, Poptropica!" I hadn't played that game since 4th grade. Naomi and I were talking about it the other day and I couldn't get it out of my head.
"You mean, long legged, round headed, creepy eyed, don't get kicked off the reality TV show, Poptropica??" He was staring at me with disbelief.
"Yes. I haven't played it in forever, and I've been thinking about it a lot."
So we got his laptop, and played poptropica for what seemed like hours. I showed him all the tips I remembered, and he showed me his. After a while though, my phone started ringing. I reached into my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was shithead. I answered the phone, and mouthed to Troye, that 'I'll be right back.' and stepped out of the room into the hall.
"Where the hell are you?" He seemed pissed. Which was odd.
"I'm at a friends house. What do you want?" I tried to keep my voice hushed, so Troye didn't hear this soon to be evil conversation.
"You need to get home right now. Your mother and I have to talk about something." There was an anger in his voice that I had never heard before.
"Fine." And with that, I hung up the phone.
After stepping back into Troye's room, I saw that he was laying on his bed, with the laptop resting on his chest. He noticed I was back, and patted the space on the bed next to him.
"I uh.. I have to go home.. My mom is mad or something.. Do you think you could drive me?"
"Yeah that's fine. Is something wrong?" As Troye sat up, it was only now, that it occurred to me, that he hadn't been wearing a shirt this whole time. He reached onto the floor, and grabbed a white t-shirt, with a blue pocket on the front, and slipped it on over his head.
"No, it's fine. I'm not really sure what's going on." I said as I stepped out his door. I realized I didn't actually know where to go, considering I wasn't awake when I was brought up here. I let Troye slip past me in the narrow hallway, and he guided me down the small staircase, and into a large, living room with blue walls, and white wooden floors, and to the left, out the front door.
"Hey, I don't think I saved your number when you called me yesterday.." He pulled out his phone, and opened the contacts app. I put in my number, and saved it as "Alice!!".
The car ride was quiet, and awkward. Not too bad though. Apparently he didn't live too far because in less than 10 minutes we were pulling into my driveway. We said our goodbye's and he told me he'd call me later.
As I walked up my driveway, towards the front door, I could hear yelling from inside my house. They were at it again.
SOO HERE'S ANOTHER UPDATE. WOOP WOOP. I didn't really know what to write about in this chapter, but I guess this is okay. It's gonna get better in the future. I'm trying to increase my writing skills. Smh, I suck though. But it's whatever. Vote/comment as you wish. No pressure c;; . Have a gr8 day/night. <3
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Delinquent
Teen FictionDelinquent; (typically of a young person or that person's behavior) showing or characterized by a tendency to commit crime, particularly minor crime. 17 year old Alice is a delinquent. That's what you call a girl who skips school, does drugs, and ha...
