Colin McKinin; soccer star and playboy to whom's lucky-go nature and charming smile grew his popularity.
But, even as Colin was surrounded by people there was the chilling coldness in the air, a loneliness in the boys broken bones as the puppet danc...
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W O N D E R
It was cold in the apartment as I sunk my feet into fluffy warm socks, wriggling my toes between the fluff. Tugging the thick blanket to my chin, I watched the TV contently.
The smell of oil and fried meat stuck on my uniform but I was too tired to change.
The small spot in the couch in which I consumed was the only warm place in the house, heated by yours truely.
My phone buzzed beside my thigh, lifting it to my gaze I read the notification.
Alexander is typing...
I licked my lips subconsciously and opened his text when he sent it.
"He asked me to send this to you" — Alexander.
With a creased eyebrow, I waited until an image was sent through. Tom Sawyer was locking lips with a girl I didn't recognise, his hand gripping her ass.
I gulped back emotions that hurt my throat as another image came through. Tom Sawyer and his friends lifting the middle finger at the camera, stupid smirks plastered on their face.
"He told me to tell you that sluts are easy to find these days ." — Alexander.
I turned my phone off without replying and lent my head against the old leather couch, the sound of my own breathing and the hum of the TV filling my world.
Tears arose for no apparent reason as I bit my lip as an effort not to cry. I had no reason to cry. Maybe it was the feeling of being used. Knowing he chased me, got what he wanted and left without a second glance.
Maybe it was their undying love to torture me by showing me how I am one in a million.
Or maybe I was jealous, but that wasn't possible. You don't miss someone who never cared wether you stopped breathing or not, or maybe you did because we anyways crawl back to love.
The most prominent reason would be the fact that they were right. I was used, washed up goods and everyone knew it.
The cold leather chilled my back as I moved positions from my warm spot. TV became blurry as I stared through tears, an emptiness settling within my chest.
Only looking up from the TV when a hard knock echoed from the door.
Not expecting guests (my father would unlock the door himself) my heart began to beat faster as I uncurled myself from the couch. Footsteps light on the titles, I walked slowly towards the door and leant forward to peak inside the spyglass.
The brown haired figure turned to look down the hall before looking back at the door.
I gripped the doorknob and turned it, thrusting the door opening.
Leo's face lit up when I answered his knock, hands holding a pizza box as he gave me a warm smile. My red puffy eyes must have been undetectable because Leo wasn't one to ignore a crying girl.
"Hey," Deep brown eyes gleamed at me as I leant against the door, "I have been waiting to give this to you." Leo pushed the box into my hands and silenced my objections, "I ordered it from Jaxon, it's meat lovers. I couldn't finish it and I know your father usually brings dinner home late so— incase you're hungry."
I lifted the lid and looked at the other half of the pizza before I looked up, he ran a hand through his thick hair.
I looked down at my wrist to check the time, 8:32pm — my dad shouldn't be home for another half an hour.
"You want to come in?" Offered softly and to my own surprise Leo excepted, brushing past me as I closed the door.
He fell onto the couch as I handed him a glass of water before settling down myself. My father never drunk alcohol but lived off coffee, though I would never sleep if I drunk coffee now so water it was.
"You work late." He commented, glancing at the TV before my face, "You always have, huh."
"Long days." I said, taking a sip of water myself before curling my feet under my cushion, "Thanks for the pizza."
Leo rubbed his tired eyes and yawned, "No problem. God, I'm stuffed. College exams have got me tired on a Friday night, What is this shit?"
Nodding, a chuckling noise coming from my sore throat. I leant forward to open the pizza box as my stomach growled.
Leo was leaning over his thighs, elbows resting on his knees as extended an arm to put his glass on the coffee table.
Feeling the impression he was looking at me, I turned slowly and I was correct. His features where neutral but his eyes were unusually calm, but they held something more, a softness. We stared at each for a moment as my heart increased in beats. He leant forward and to my surprise, I did as well.
I kissed him because I was one in a million. I kissed him because feeling his body pressed against my own drowned out the world. It drowned their voices, my regrets and the underlining fear of what I had become, what I couldn't back out of.
Because the closeness of another's heart to oneself helps remind you that someone is glad you're alive, that someone's heart is beating with yours.
It reminds you that someone cares, even if it's just for a moment.
I was addicted to that moment, that moment of being loved.
