Weed Boy

Story Of My Life

-video of cole-

   I woke up and Cole wasn't in his bed looking at his phone like he usually is, I wondered where he was. I got my stuff and went into the shower and got dressed when I got out I found Hunter sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at his phone, but when I got out of the bedroom he stared at me up and down. I put the stuff that I didn't need any more in my bag and started packing my purse. I put on my shoes and grabbed my purse but I felt Hunter pull my wrist, I turned around and looked at him up and down.

"What do you want Hunter?" I asked him.

"Where are you going?" He asked me with a concerned look on his face.

"The breakfast shop a few miles then the mall," I said looking off to the side and pulling my wrist away from Hunter.

"Oh," he said looking back down at his phone.

"What, do you want to come?" I asked looking down at him.

"I'm going with you, I'll be bored here," he said standing up putting on a shirt and walked out behind me.

"I'll be in front of the building alright?" I said as Hunter is tempting to lock the door.

   I quickly run out of the building and unlock my car, I mean it's not a car is actually an SUV. I drive to the front of the building and hunter still wasn't there. I played some music and started singing and getting into the rhythm. But Hunter interrupted me, I quietly stared at him as he sat on the passenger's seat and putting on his sunglasses.

"What the fuck, you take so fucking long," I said looking at him.

"Ay watch yourself you've been moody since you got out of the shower. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," he said quietly.

"No shit, I slept in your bed,"I said looking at him while I'm driving.

   I drove while listening music and bopping my head to the beat, Hunter was looking out the window quietly. I quite surprised he's not smoking a spliff, is he quitting or something. I hope so, I honestly tired of smelling like weed, but it's sad how I got used to it.  It's funny how we've gotten close in three days, but I don't know him.

"I don't know much about you," I said looking at him.

"Yea, I don't know much about you either," he said looking at me and I flashed a smile.

"I like your smile and your car," he said looking back at me with a grin and I rolled my eyes.

  I got out of the freeway and parked my car. I got out and so did Hunter. We started walking to the diner, Hunter elbowed me. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, man how fuck tall he is. he's like 6'3, while I am 5'4. We walked inside and the smell of pancakes and eggs swept across my nose. I walked up to the waiter.

"Can I get a table for two?"I asked.
"And what's your name ma'am?" the waiter asked with a grin.
"Izzy," I said.
"We have a table for you." the waiter said walking to the table. I grabbed Hunters' hand and started walking behind the waiter. We sat down across from each other and looked at the menus.

"Tell me more about yourself," he said looking down at the menu.
"What about me?" I said poking my head out of the menu.
"Anything. Start from the beginning," he said looking at me and grinned.
"Well, uh," I said putting it down.
"Ok, so I'm the third oldest fourth youngest. Both of my parents are engineers. My older siblings are in the navy. I didn't want to go so I'm here. My birthday is on April 4th, I'm nineteen." I said looking at him, he looked so interested for no reason.
"Cool," he said.
"Yea, it's not really that interesting. What's your story?" I asked.
"Alright, my story is way more interesting than yours," he said putting his menu down.
"So, my parents divorced. My mum dealt with the pain by drinking, very badly. She started to get dramatically abusive to me. I never had siblings thank god. Er, one day she abused so bad I couldn't take it anymore I ran away. That's also why my nose like this. I slept in my friend's houses but they all got tired of me or I got in trouble with their parents so I ended up sleeping on park benches during the night. But one day a few weeks later a boy came to the park and asked me if I wanted to play football with him. He didn't have any friends with him. Every day for three months he came to the park to play football. We built a relationship and a strong one. One day he asked me about my story, so I told him and he felt sorry for me and brought me to his parents. The boy's parents adopted me and we went everywhere together. In school they called is the perfect duo. The British bad boy player and the American bubbly golden boy. We spent so much time together he blamed me for changing him. He got arrested for three months for selling weed. So idiotic. But you know who that boy is, Cole Mohr. When he got out he still didn't change. We threw a party and posted it on our social media, people shared it with others. Nearly a third of the UK stepped foot on our house, the next morning I woke up between four girls. My mum walked in on me, she was so mad at us. Made is clean the whole house. She even made us clean up the way we dressed, spoke, and taught us manners. I have a couple of photos me wearing tuxedoes on dates. She made us model too. So we moved back to America went to high school for the last two year and now I'm here." he said looking down at his food and poking at his French toast. I was speechless, he went through so much in his life.
"Wow," I said looking at him.
"I know my story is way more interesting," he said smiling and chuckling.
"No, this food is so good," I said rolling my eyes.