"You can't just leave me here" She said, with a tear running down her face. "Then come with me" He stated, "Let's get out of here, this could be our getaway.." placing his hand on top of hers as their fingers. "B-But I'm scared.." She replied back...
Cheryl Drive Theo back to his home, with a silent late night drive. Cheryl was thinking in her mind of why would she cared for what He would do, In the other other hand Theo was still thinking about his Plan, since vandalizing Riverdale High got revoke because of Cheryl.
Cheryl is a big different story when it comes to him, He felt like he could do anything with her, Anything. Barely, they only know each other for only 24 hours. Theo was never a person with feelings, He never loved anyone in his life. When he was little kid, He asked his dad about love.
If there's one thing I remember from my childhood...or that I want to remember from my childhood..or not, It's what my Father said to me when i was 6 years old.
It was an unordinary day, for me. It was sunny,bright,and happy. The sky was blue...almost blue as my own eyes as they squinted up at my father's frame. My usual curiousities were buzzing around my brain like a swarm of angry bees.
I had seen a television program earlier that morning. A girl and a boy touched their lips together and it confused my young self. Why did they do that? Does everyone touch their lips to other people? Is it like shaking? i needed to get to the bottom of this. I remembered what the girl said after the boy took his touch away from hers ''I love you"
What did that mean? I've hear that word before, but I've never come to full conclusion of what it really meant. Once again, my young and innocent self was on a mission to find out.
"Hey Dad?" I called him out, "Hmm?" he glanced at me after reading his book of Arts. "What's Love?"
My Father chuckled. "It's a little word with lots of meaning son," he laughed, and I laughed too,,sarcastically. I don't know why i did though.
"That's it?" I asked. That can't be all it is.
My Father sighed and put an arm around my shoulders. "Well," he said. "Love is something you won't be able to understand until you're much older. You see, Life is full of love. Different kinds of love. it just takes more time to figure out what each kind means. You'll see, soon enough."
