Roxy's pov
"So... Do you have any siblings?" He looks truly interested at me. Lisa. I look at him, and I feel tears getting into my eyes. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I can't hold my tears anymore and start crying. He looks confused at me; "I'm sorry I... Did I say something wrong?" The poor guy.. He things he did something wrong.. "I... I'm sorry you didn't do anything wrong, don't worry" I say, while crying. I want to stop crying but I just can't. He looks confused at me again, but then he looks sweet and caring. "Are you okay?" Suddenly I trust him. "I... I think so... I have to tell you something.." I look at him, tears roll down my cheeks. He looks back; "Okay.. Go on.." I look down at the table, and start telling him about Lisa. "I had a twin sister... Her name is Lisa she.. She died.. One year ago we found out that she had cancer and one month ago she..." My voice breaks, and I stop talking. I look up again, at Jim, wondering what he is gonna say or do. "I'm so sorry for you... I get why my question made you cry, I am so sorry, I never should've asked it." His voice sounds sweet and caring. "It's okay, you couldn't know..." Why is he so sweet? Because I started crying?
Jim's pov
I see her sitting there, crying, and suddenly I feel really sorry for her. She really looks like she needs a hug.. I stand up, walk to the other side of the table and take her wrist. What do I say now? How do I say I want to hug her? I decide not to say anything, and I take her to the couch. When she sat down, she looks at me. I see a surprised, but sad look in her eyes. I can't hold myself anymore, I put my arms around the beautiful girl sitting next to me. Why are you doing this? She is a girl. She is a nerd! I feel her, hugging back, holding me close. She rests her head against my chest, making my T-shirt wet with her tears. I rest my chin on her head, we still haven't said anything since I took her to the couch. But then I wipe her tears away and whisper: "Just cry everything out. I'm here for you.." I try to make it sound soft and sweet, because I feel like she needs someone to hold her and to talk like this to her. She is so cute.. She stops crying, and looks up at me. I feel her hands on my back, still holding me. She whispers back: "Why are you so sweet? I thought u didn't like me.."
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Ficção AdolescenteThis story is about the 16 years old Roxy and the 17 years old Jim. They are both on high school, in the same class. They don't really know each other, until they have to do a project together for the subject History. But it's not going pretty well...