I know this boy is trouble. So why am i following him to his house? I can't control myself. Somebody stop me please.
We walked together to your place to work on the project. We didn't say anything to each other. I was too shy and too nervous. What if i come home too late? God, what am i doing? I looked at you as we walked next to each other. You had your hands in your pocket, and was trying to act all cool. I was looking down the ground as soon as you turned your face to me. We finally arrived to his house. Alex opened the door for me and i walked inside. He went in too and closed the door behind him.
"Make yourself at home." Was the first thing he said. The ice was broken.
"Thanks."I smiled lightly. Alex went up the stairs.
"Let's go up to me' room." he said as he continued to go up. Why didn't he smile? He was always looking so sad. I went upstairs and opened the door to what i assumed to be his room. Infront of the door was a poster of David Bowie. As i opened the door, i saw alex taking off his jacket and throwing it off on his messy bed. I went inside and closed the door behind me. I looked around. The room was filled with posters and photographs on the walls and on the roof. It was a small room.
"When are your parents coming home?" i asked as i stood in the middle of the room, like an idiot.
"Don't know, 6? 7?" He said as he layed down in the bed. I looked more trough the room. There was a poster of a band called "the clash". I had never heard of them. They were obviously some sort of punk band. I never listened to music. I sat down on the floor and took my books out of my bag.
"so how old are you, josephine?" he asked as i took my books out. I looked up at him.
"Im 15. And you?" i asked.
"16". He said. i opened up my book and started reading.
Sorry guys, gotta end here for tonight. Will right more soon though! I know this was boring, but it will get more romantic soon!
