Our moments...

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The next week we got really into each others company. I went over to his apartment all the time. He never came to mine. And I don't think I can let him. If he finds out that I'm living alone in a house... God, what will he say? He doesn't know about my... cuts. He's going to find out sooner or later. I'm going with later.

I went over, about two weeks after our kiss and we were happy. I was happy. I was happy that I was happy, you know what I mean? We watched a movie, the classic Hunger Games.

It was dark around us and the bright light coming from Addie's laptop shone on our faces. We lay in two straight lines, me a little on my side so I could wrap my arm around his stomach.

I felt Addie's hand grip my wrist gently. I flinched. Winced. The pain was overwhelming. Oh, Addison, I'm sorry.

The movie progressed with more knife attacks and bows being drawn. I sighed with a hum, getting sleepy.

'Are you okay?' he asked above my head

'Yeah, I'm fine. You're warm.'

He chuckled above me.

I fell asleep and ended up being driven home.

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