He Called Her Angel

Flash Flood

Chapter 9

Flash Flood

I went and sat on the comfy leather couch in my spacious living room. I pulled out some homework and started on it. I was using it as a distraction, but it was only a temporary distraction. I had barley any homework and finished it in under 30 minutes. I sighed. I might be the only teen on this universe that actually wants more homework, but it takes my mind off things. "I need to get some hobbies," I mumbled to myself.

I pulled out my phone thinking some mindless screen time would be good. When I turned my phone on there was a text from my mom that said 'How's everything goin?😝' My mom finally learned how to use emojis, oh God.

'It's great. How is Seattle?' I responded. My mom had left Monday morning to go on some mandatory convention for work. A few seconds later I got a response saying. 'It's all good up here just chillin with my peeps.🙀' I laughed at my mom trying to sound hip.

I quickly responded 'That emoji has nothing to do with what you were saying.😂'
She then replied saying 'Whatev gtg💋🙆💋🙆'

'What is this 🙆 supposed to mean?' I responded. 'It's a hug, duh!' She replied. 'I am pretty sure it's a girl rubbing her head.' I replied. 'Ugh... No hugs for u then!!! Have fun rubbin ur head by!' She replied. I laughed and closed my phone and laid back on the couch. My mom wasn't really like this in person and that is why I found it so amusing talking to her through texts. I breathed deeply and suddenly the emptiness of the house hit me as the silence that surround me was deafening.

I hated being alone more then anything because it leaves me alone with my destructive thoughts. I'm not supposed to feel this old, and alone, and beaten up. I'm just not. I wish my parents were here. I know they work to put a roof over my head and food in my mouth, and I'm thankful, but a bit of me is selfish and wants them to be with me even if it meant being homeless and hungry. I started crying not really sobbing, but the emotions needed to flow out somehow. I felt so wimpy just sitting there wallowing to myself, but once the tears started I could never get them to stop.

Ding dong, ding dong!!!!

The doorbell rang and I quickly brushed away my tears and rushed to get the door. Why would anybody be here? I opened the door slowly ready to close it at any moment if it happened to be some creeper. When I finally was able to see who was outside I was surprised. It was a creeper, but it was my creeper.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "I noticed you have been feeling a little down lately and I wanted to cheer you up." He said with a big smile on his face. It made my heart warm that somebody actually noticed. "Don't even try telling me to leave I can tell you have been crying. And as your best friend it's my honorary duty to take care of you." He said. "Who said anything about being best friends?" I retorted with amusement etched in my voice. "Well you know keep your friends close and your enemies closer." He said with a smirk while pushing past me into the house.

I laughed as I closed the door. I looked at him in his black V-neck and his warn out jeans. He looked attractive, but what completed the look was his signature 'bad boy' leather jacket. "So Carter how did you plan on cheering me up?" I asked while smiling. "Well.." He said while pulling out some stuff from a grocery bag I didn't notice before. "I got a oven bake pizza, a gallon of ice cream, some crappy chick flicks, and a few horror movies." He said.

I smiled happily at his choice of movies excluding the horror films. I was one of those people that felt the horror in horror films. "Thanks Carter it means a lot." I said with genuine happiness. I looked up to see his deep brown eyes that had tiny specs of golden in them if you look close enough. Then I realized how close we were standing and instantly stiffened. I quickly stepped away and walked into the kitchen, while trying to conceal the blush forming on my cheeks.