Mr Bad Boy Who Lives Next Door ✔

| Seven |

Aww guys I love you! #873 in Teen Fiction

You see the truth now?
Do you see how much it hurt?

"Okay okay.. Enough of this conversation please" I said,  blushing.

Hunter's parents laughed. "You two were so adorable!" His mother exclaimed.

"Inseparable" his dad agreed.

I snuck a look at Hunter and he was grinning down at his plate. "You know what the best part was, when Hunter kicked the ball and it hit you right in the face" my mother said.

The table laughed again and I groaned, covering my face as it turned redder.
My mother roared with laughter.
"Do you remember that time, we were having that picnic and they were doing rolley polleys down the hill" she said chuckling.

Hunter's mother laughed. "Ah yes! Hunter got so mad because he couldn't do it right" she laughed.

"Mum come on!" Hunter groaned.

"Jamie! Go get the photos!" My mother said excitedly.

"I don't know where they are" I mumbled.

"They're under your bed Hun, you look at them all the time" my mother said, slapping my arm.

The table went quiet.

Thanks mum.

I stood up slowly. "I'll be back" I said, bouncing up the stairs.

I opened my door and went over to my bed. I got on the floor and pulled out the box of photos. I pulled it open and started to take out everything Hunter had given me during childhood.

My door banged open again, and I jumped. "I can not stand it down there" he said, shutting the door on their laughter.

"What are they talking about now?" I asked, moving to cover what was in my hands.

"Still us, I think they're on your 9th birthday party" he said, moving forward.

I groaned. "What is that!" He said suddenly.

I covered it and hid it behind my back. He moved faster than me and plucked it out of my hands. "You still have this!" He exclaimed.
He looked at the contents spread on the floor.

"I gave you everything here?" He said frowning.

He picked up our friendship rock. Turning it over in his hands, he looked at me. "You kept everything?" He asked, a look of surprise in his face.

We could still hear our parents downstairs. "Yes" I said sounding croaky.

I cleared my throat and looked away. I grabbed the box. "We should get back down there" I said.

I moved past him and just as I was about to open the door, he grabbed my arm.

I turned to look at him. He sighed and pulled back his jean cuff. I looked down and gasped.

There, bright as day on his ankle was the ribbon I had tied there years ago. It hadn't dulled and he hadn't taken it off.