jennas pov
i lay on one side, julien the other. we kept a weird distance since we only just met each other. yet for some reason i felt like i've known julien all of my life. he was just so kind to me. he helped me through something not even my friends back home even cared to listen to. he just cared for me, something so rare for me.
my mom was never home and she also wasn't the greatest mom either. my dad was a drunk and we left him at the old house, he was another reason we left. and my friends, not that i really had any, were rude and very bitchy. they picked on me but let me follow them around all day. i don't know why they did, probably so they could just have something to do when they were bored.
but being here with julien. it just felt right. i lifted my hand, and brought it towards his. i lightly put my hand into his so we were holding hands. he looked at me, before giving my hand a little squeeze before letting our hands relax together.
