Skinny love

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Do you know when you're alone and you're binge watching Keeping up with the Kardashians?

And Kim is having a nervous breakdown and you're just so into it?

So into it that you can't look away? So into it that even the smallest movement will scare the bananas out of you?

Well that's what I was doing right now. Except Kim wasn't having a breakdown.

It was Khloe who was bitching about how Kourtney is too secretive about her new relationship.

"You can't even say his name!" Khloe screamed over at Kourtney.

It was pass eleven p.m and my room was only lit by the light of the television. I was alone again because my over-energised mother and my too-complicated-to-discribe father, went on yet another business trip.

They started their company a year after I was born. My mother figured out a way to power treadmills with bleach and copper wire.

I wasn't always alone at home though. There was some nights where my older brother, Sterling, would come home.

He has his own secret apartment that mom and dad doesn't know about.

"If you tell them I'll slaughter you. I don't have enough privacy as it is" he would say when I asked why the apartment had to be secret.

So as Khloe fumed and fussed over Kourtneys secret lover, I heard a tapping at my window.

I smiled when I realized who it was. So with that big ass smile on my face, I walked over to my window and slid it open.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!" he exclaimed with his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice.

I beamed down at him. He always made me smile. It was like a reflex for me to smile at this guy. "My hair isn't that long!"

He beamed right back. "I'm coming up!" and two minutes later Adonis, my best friend, was stood in front of me in all his glory.

"Adaleide" he smiled "what did I tell you about binging the Kardashians?"

I rolled my eyes. "They are extremely entertaining, Addy"

"They're spoilt bitches who are full of crap" he clicked his tongue.

That's my best friend for you.

He reached for the remote and switched the channel. I resisted the erge to roll my eyes again.

"Jerry Springer is even worse. Could you please switch?" I whined, but personally I loved the show just as much as he did. And he knew it.

"I can't watch this at my house because of Maggie. So you shut your pie hole, Adelaide" he told me while plopping himself on my bed.

I huffed and cuddled up next to him. He was truly my rock.

Addy and I met in kindergarten. He was the snotty little kid who was too good to talk to anyone. Actually, too bad to talk to everyone.

And me, I didn't talk to anyone either. But not for the same reason as Adonis.

I was scared.

I still am actually. If it wasn't for Adonis I'd be dead already.

I'm not even kidding. My dad's overly priced therapist says I'm only scared when I'm not with him.

I know it sounds dumb but it's true. Adonis has become my safe house. He always protected me.

At school, I never really talked to anyone besides him or his group of friends--when he's around.