This is my story, Trouble

Ch. 6 Cuddling

The mission to keep Charley from getting girls isn't as hard as I expected it to be. He is catching up with old friends and it isn't hard to keep him away from girls. Mostly I just walk by him and make some weird faces, or give him a wink and he is distracted. He even declined Kimberly.

Right now, I'm sitting on a roof, watching the city from some sort of swing with a cigarrete between my fingers and a glass of whine in my other. Perfect. I'm thinking about everything that has happened to me the passed 2 years. I had a normal life. I was populair at highschool, but I was never mean to anyone. Everyone was friendly to me. I was going out to a lot of parties, I even had a boyfriend. God knows what happened to him after my blunt dissapearing. Not that I could help it.

My boyfriend is called Duncan. Or well, ex boyfriend.. I don't know. He was an ice-hockey player. He was one of the star players on the team. I wouldn't be surprised if he got scouted for first round draft pick or something like that. I don't know much about hockey but it was very important to him, and he trained really hard for it. Day in day out on the ice. I didn't mind though, as I said, I knew how important it was to him.

My thoughts get interrupted as I feel someone sit beside me. Out of reflex, I got him in a headlock, ready to break his neck in 1 move. Two pair of extremely familiar blue eyes look at me, frightened ofcourse.

''Easy there, assassin. It's just me.'' What a surprise, the eyes and the voice belongs to Charley.

''Don't sneak up on me like that. Now I spilled the wine and my cigarrete died.'' I answer as I let out a breathe of relief. I pick up  the glass and put it back on the table and I threw the cigarette of the roof. Luckily the glass isn't broken nor badly damaged.

''Oh well sorry Charley, oh no problem Troubèl, everyone has reflections like that, happens all the time.''

''Heard you speak fluent sarcasm ? I used to go to streetfights. No big deal. Girls gotta watch out for them selfs around those neighbourhoods. Besides, what are you doing here anyways ?''

''The party kind of died by now, and we were planning on playing some lame drinking game. So I came to check on you and ask if you come along. Then I saw you sitting here, you didn't even hear me say hello, so I wanted to ask you if everything was okay.''

''I'm fine, thank you.'' I stand up and I walk towards the door.

''You're lying, just tell me what's wro-'' I cut him off, knowing what question is coming next. And it's definetly not one I want to answer. So. Many. Things. Are. Wrong.

''Doesn't matter, I don't want to talk about it. Nothing important. Let's go play that stupid drinking game.'' I lean against the wall next to the door, waiting for him to come. He looks me in my eyes, trying to figure out what's going on inside my head. After a few second, he stand up and walks up to me.

''One day, you'll tell me what's going on, and I'll help you, but you got to learn how to accept help Troubèl. I know I have just known you for a short time, but I've already noticed you're not one to let someone in. You refuse help, even if it's offered twice. You think you can go through, this alone. Whatever 'this' is supposed to mean. When you realize you can't, remember I'm just one door away. Oh and 1 more thing, your 'something' might not matter, but you do.'' He steps back, and looks suprised as if he didn't expect himself to do that. Ofcourse with his cockyness, he recoverd soon after and he turns around.

''Now follow, we're going to play some stupid drink game.'' He walks away, not even checking if I'm following him.

Right now, we're walking down the stairs, akwardly quiet. As I come down, I see some people sleeping over tables, sleeping on couches, all with lame things written on there heads. Poor them. As we were about to walk down to the basement, I made my last run to the kitchen.