On My Mind..

8

I'm sitting on my bed looking out the window. I kinda went into depression mode when my dad killed him self. No matter what, he was still my dad. I remember Leah bursting through the door.
My mom and I were ushered to the hospital and that same night went home. Leah told me that she came over to see if we were alright but then she heard screaming. She called the police and they said to not go in because it could be dangerous but she bursted through the door anyway after the police got on my street because she heard me yell.
I sigh and stand up. I walk over to the corner of my room and grab my guitar. I sit back down in my previous place. I began lightly strumming.
A little later I'm interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in..," I say, not looking up.
"Hey..," I hear Leah's quiet voice say.
I look up.
"Oh, hey."
"Are you okay?," she asks.
I sigh and shake my head. No point in lying.
She walks over and hugs me. I hug her back and we stay like that for a bit. She then moves and sits next to me.
"When.. I.. heard you yell, I got scared.. the police told me not to go in but I did anyway.. and when I seen the gun.. I was ready to save you."
I look over at her with shock on my face.
"You could've died.."
She nods.
"I know."
"You can't die.. not when I'm around," I say.
It's silent for a bit.
"Ashton.. I was going to tell you something before."
I give her a look that says 'yeah? Go ahead'.
"I l-like you," she says nervously.
My mouth drops open. I bet I look like an idiot.
"Y-you do?," I ask.
She nods.
I don't say anything for a bit. Leah looks down. I scoot closer and lift her chin with my hand. I slowly lean down and kiss her. She kisses me back and we stay like that for a couple seconds.
I pull back and smile. She smiles back.
"Let's go out somewhere," I say.
She nods and we both get up.
We grabs our things and walk out the door.