Always and Forever Yours,

Thinking About Us

Climbing down the tree house I kicked at a pebble, my shoes crunching a few dried leaves on the way home.

The air was cool and the wind blew, causing my hair to whip against my cheeks and keep getting into my mouth.

If Romeo was here he would stand in the way to block the wind for me, because that was just that kind of sweet guy.

Romeo and I belonged to the stereotypical "emo kids" clique, pertaining to how we dressed and our tastes in music.

Not that we minded being called that, we didn't care for labels very much and just enjoyed our way of expressing ourselves.

It was during 8th grade in which we transitioned into the style, and it was also around that time when the bullying and popularity occurred.

As weird as it sounded, Romeo was pretty popular with people, especially with the girls once puberty kicked in and he shot up 2 feet and suddenly had muscles and a sharp jawline that could kill.

With his natural ebony hair and startling electric blue eyes, it didn't help that Romeo stood out of any crowd towering at 6'3" tall.

Already a cutie when he was younger he grew up to become devastatingly handsome, with or without his black framed glasses.

His presence didn't give many a chance to bully him, as over the summer of sophomore year he took up the gym and got some muscle, adding to his intimidating appearance.

I on the other hand was a shorty at only 5'3" tops, and being slightly pudgier than all the girls made me the target of bullying.

The only reason I was only teased from afar and never to my face was because Romeo was always around, no one wanted to risk touching me with him always by my side.

As grateful as I was for his protective and caring nature, it sometimes caused a bulk of why I was bullied.

Because of his good looks and personality, many girls aimed their sights at him, but he would always reject them.

It was mostly due to how they would treat me before or during their relationship, and it didn't help I was the closest person to him.

Understandably they would be upset because he always hung out with me, another girl, rather then them.

But unfortunately it was always because I would end up getting harassed behind his back, and when he would find out he dropped them like hot coals.

I tried to ignore any unpleasantness thrown at me, and it helped having him by my side to keep me standing and have my back, but now that he was gone I felt lost in the world and splintered in half, a part of me breaking off when he left.

Reaching my front door, I walked inside to see both my parents by the stairway with worried expressions on their faces, obviously they had been waiting for me to come home since the phone call.

"Sweetie..." my mother reached out for me but I shook her off, brushing past to walk up to my room and mumbling softly to stop them from following.

"I'm fine, I just want to be alone and think." I gave a weak smile before disappearing around the corner and into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly before flopping onto the bed face first.

"Aaaagghhh...." I groaned and sunk into the wrinkled bed sheets, knowing that I would still need to go to school and face more people and painful memories.

My hand slid into my back pants pocket and pulled out my phone, mindlessly scrolling through my music until I found a song that fit my current mood.

"Ocean Eyes" by Billie Eilish began to play through the speakers, and my mind wandered to past memories about Romeo.