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After the back & forth conversation about bands i got "tired" & went home. Though i found out his favorite band, It was Falling in reverse. What a dweeb.

When i got home i kind of just sneaked in because it was late (oops), when i got inside my grandparents were already waiting for me in the living room on the couch.

I just said sorry & quickly ran up to my room. I couldnt believe i just got here & im already fucking up. Whats wrong with me?

I didnt get much sleep last night because i couldnt stop thinking about that damn boy. Why did he even approach me? I mean, its cool that i have a friend now.. But i look like a fucking slug, while him on the other hand looks like god himself.. Like damn.

I dont even know this kid & im already day dreaming about him What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Anyways, i wasnt surprised about me getting no sleep. The usual. I had no plans today, but i wasnt going to stay in and waste my last day of peace at "home" so i decide to go to the park again, hoping that i dont bumped into Conner again. (at least thats what i tell myself.)

Now that i think about it, the park isnt that far from my house, its like a 30 minute walk. Well to me its not that far because i love walking. When i get there no ones at the park. YES. (noooo)

I take a seat at where i sat at yesterday. The seat was fucking cold, my dumbass forgot my sweater. Its like 50 degrees out right now & its just gunna get more cold & i didnt feel like walking home just for a stupid sweater so i just suffered.

About frickin 15 min later someone crept up behind me & whispered "I see you". I just turned around & said " No shit" because i already knew who it was.

His response was " Damn it! Howd you know it was me you bugger." "well you couldve gotten away with it if you changed your high pitched voice down a bit"

I know that was kind of an bitchy comment but i just wasnt in the mood right now because im cranky af & in really need of a sweater (plus im on my "ladies" days).

He then replys "Ahhh. i understand." i didnt really understand what he meant so i just asked "whatchu mean?"

he then replied, " Youve been cursed again this month, arent ya." i honestly didnt reply because how the frick does he know, i havent made it that obvious, have i? I didnt even know what to say, i just said " wait hollld up, how do you know?" he then replied, " I have an older & younger sister" while shrugging.


I was interested in the converstaion now so i then asked him " How old are they? Wait... how old are you wth? & before we get too deep into the conversation, can i borrow your sweater?" he then said " Ok sure" while slowly taking it off like as if he was a fricking stripper.

So i then said "Just give me the fricking sweaterr" while quickly grabbing it from him but slightly feeling guilty because its quite cold outside.

"Anyways, I am 17, My older sister angeline, is 20. She takes care of us. Mom Just got up and left a while back haha. My younger sister ernest, is 13. Im the only boy in the fam. Reason why im never home, i mean who wants to be around girls all the time?" while smirking at me. I just simply hit his shoulder in a jokingly way.

"Wow, i didnt know you had siblings, I just autimally thought you were a only child that was a hoodum or something."

I wasnt really up to talk about my past, its too soon but i mean it doesnt hurt to tell him about my siblings.. "I have 2 sisters & 2 brothers.. Their back in Montana. " He looked at me weirdly, "Why are you here & they are over there?" he asked while lookin at my eyes for answers..shit, im not good at explainations...

"I came here to live with my grandparents so that i can find myself, I couldnt live with my mom anymore, i left everyone behind.

God, now that i say it outloud im so selfish, but i swear to god ill fight for them, they will one day be with me.." i rambled too much, oh god, oh god, i need to get out of here. I touch my face because i feel drops falling but to find out ive been crying.

I just run. I run until i cant feel my feet. Damn it. My sentimental ass just lost a friend. Or so I think.

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