My Not So Perfect Boyfriend

Cold Hands

Authors Note: Congratulations you've made it to chapter 2! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you guys enjoy. :D I would like to give a big shout out to my sis, (aka best friends forever) Emma for helping with the story :)
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I wake up to sunlight shining through the open damaged window. My eyes slowly open, and I glance around the room. My body feels numb as I lift my self up. I slept horribly. I slowly walked into the living room and I look on the table and see my fathers note. I quickly grab it and crumble it up.

I decided that I need to go shopping for food and some cleaning supplies. Thank god my mom gave me 300 dollars in spending cash, and I also found 100 dollars from cleaning yesterday. I walk over to my bags and grab one of my gray hoodies and some black leggings. I quickly change and put my hair up in a ponytail. I grab my wallet and put it in my hoodie pocket.

I walk outside my apartment and lock my door. I basically run down the stairs. I stop. My mind literally all most exploded. WHERE IS MY CAR?!

I literally start cursing out loud because how pissed I was. I slowly turn around and see that emo guy, from yesterday. He was sitting on the curb and smoking a cigarette. I couldn't tell if was staring at me because of his long brown hair that was covering his face. But he was looking in my general area. Now I'm forced to walk. I pull out my phone from my pocket and pull up a map of the area. The nearest store is... ONE FUCKING MILE AWAY. Grrr. better start walking. Well I guess this is ok, I get to look around the town more detailed.

Finally after literally 30 minutes of walking, I end up at a Walmart. I hate crowded areas. To many people. As I walk in I grab a cart and head to the cleaning supplies section and grab a duster, a broom, a mop, all the basic things. After that I head to get food, like bread, frozen pizzas, Lunchables, ramen, really anything that doesn't involve cooking that much.

After my carts basically full, I head over to check out. I pick a short line and wait. After waiting for a bit, I check out. Now, I'm stuck with carrying all this stuff back home. Didn't think about that on the way here... I slowly walk out the store with basically, 100 bags on each arm. Just as I was walking out someone asked me if I needed help.

I slowly turn around and see that emo guy from earlier. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

" Umm, no thanks, I think I can do it." I say kinda shy. I slowly turn back around and walk a few feet before I feel a tug on the back of my hoodie that stops me completely.
"I'm going to help." He muttered.
He walks up and grabs some bags from my right hand.
"Thanks..." I said quietly.
The whole way back, nothing was said.
All that was heard was the passing cars on the street.

We make it back to the apartments and I thanked him for helping. After that he just wandered off. Was he waiting for me outside of Walmart...? I stand there and wonder for a bit. I give my face a soft tap. I still need to clean up the back rooms. Just then I hear my stomach rumble. Oh, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning... I walk over to my bags and grad one of my frozen pizzas.

I walk over to the still kinda dirty kitchen, and preheat the oven. While that's happening, I'm going to clean up the bedroom. I walk in and take off the really dusty covers and sheets. I put them in a trash bag and walk down to the laundry mat room down stairs.
As I'm walking down the stairs, my legs are sore from all that walking. I make it down to the laundry mat, and no one is here expect for me. I put the blankets in the washer and run back upstairs and set a timer so I can go get my clothes when they are done. Just then my phone rings. Oh no... Moms calling... I slowly press answer.

"Hey Mom...!" I say kinda worried
"Hey Honey." My mom said very clearly.
"How was the ride there?" My mother asked.
"Pff, it was easy as pie." I said with a fake laugh at the end.
"Well is your father there? I need to speak with him, he's not answering his phone." My mom said worried.
"Oh bad timing he just left to... Um go get his umm.. Car fixed!" "And umm... He left his phone here...hehe..." I said panicking.

"Oh well, tell him that I need to speak with him when he gets back. I have to go honey, I'll call you later."
"Yep, call you later..." I hung up. I gave out a big sigh. "Just great..." I say to myself. Just then my oven goes off. I put my frozen pizza in without trying to burn my hand.

School starts tomorrow... Will I be ready...? I totally forgot about school, with all this drama happening.

Later on I ate my pizza and the blankets and sheets are now clean, and I can actually sleep tonight. With starting school tomorrow, I put Pjs on and brush my teeth. I slowly crawl in bed and fall asleep.

I wake up to me at Walmart with bags in my hand. Wha...? What the...fuck...?
I look around to see that emo guy from earlier. Is this just replaying what happened this afternoon? I suddenly get pulled back. I feel someone's chest on my back and long hair drops down to my nose. I look up to see the emo guy crying. Why...is he...Crying...? My heart was beating out of my chest and I felt bad that he was crying. I get twirled around, causing me to drop the bags.

Then he places his hand on my cheek. His hand was so cold but soft. Soft as silk. It felt... Weird but at the same time it felt...Nice. Just then I wake up to myself on the bus. I look around to see if I was still dreaming. I pinch my cheek. Nope... Not dreaming... But... How did I end up here... Did I forget the whole morning...?