Dreams takes lives

How we met

Jenine's POV

Being 17 sucks. I promise it sucks! No one understands you! Your parents will be complaining that you're all grown up and you're still a kid in some matters. Ugh why they just can't decide if I'm still a kid or I'm grown up? 

Just had a fight with dad! The reason of the fight was even not valid. But he told me to get out of his house. So I packed my stuff and got out. He doesnt even seem to care. :/

10 pm, 12 August 

Sitting on my luggage in the road. I called him. I know he will be here to pick me up. I'm just waiting to see the flashlights of his car. I'm so damn col I hope he comes soon! 

Erm he , I didn't introduce him to you. Sorry! Well he is just he! He is made to be my bestfriend! He is Raphael. Raphael Blake Anderson. Our stories are just the opposite but our thoughts are like they are made from the same brain. I don't ever have to control myself. He controls me, I control him. It's been 12 years since we know each other. 12 years but i still clearly remember the day I met him.

My dad bought him to our house. His eyes were terrified. He saw his parents getting murdered. I didn't know that at the time. His hazel green eyes were full of tears. Dad asked me to be friends with him. He cried his eyes out but as I smiled at him, he smiled at me. 

Since then we kind of stayed in touch, he never went to school because he was always afraid of people. He had anthropophibia. There were only few people in his life. And I was the major part. I can tell. 

Now he is all grown up. But his hazel green eyes are still the same. 

Raphael's POV 

Staying alone sucks. I'm this lonely since childhood. As I make my dinner by myself all the things comes up to my mind is my mom, making food for us. I used to stare at her when she was working. I always felt as my mom is not any human. She must be some angel. I miss her. I miss dad. 

As I think of them , my phone starts ringing. Its Jenine, her beautiful face with the most beautiful smile appears on my screen. Her smile makes my day. She is my only family. I love her. I loved her since I know the meaning of love. But couldn't tell her anything yet. 

Anyways I pick up the call and hear her crying. I know what happened. I didnt even let her explain anything. I ran to my garage and flew to her as soon as possible. I saw her sitting there and crying her eyes out. She still looks so beautiful with her messy hair and wet eyelashes. She ran to me and hugged me. I stood still. I couldnt move. I know I'm what she needs right now.