Btw, I love you

Chapter 15

Okay so before you start reading this.. It starts with Jim's pov, cuz I thought that would be the best. Last chapter ended with Roxy going upstairs so if I start with Roxy's pov you wouldn't read what happens downstairs, with Jim and his parents. So don't be confused, it starts with Jim and then Roxy. Next chapter will start with Roxy, as usual. Have fun reading <3

Jim's pov

"Jim.. Who's shirt is that? And why are you wearing no shirt?" I don't know what to say.. "I errmm.. I was.. Boiling..? It's hot in here and errmm.. So I took off my shirt and.. Errmm.." Come on Jim.. My parents both look at me, I don't think they believe me. My dad takes Roxy's shirt. "This is a shirt of a girl.. Is it Roxy's?" I take the shirt out of his hands. "Yes it is but.. She lost it and I found it here I.. She's just home.. Nothing happened.." My parents look around in the room. When they see Roxy's not in this room, they sit down at the couch. My mom finally says something; "Jim.. I get it if you want to imagine that you are still with Roxy but.. You're not, so don't you think it's a little weird to take off your shirt and use hers to imagine her.." Omg she thinks I'm a psycho.. I decide to act like she's right. "Yeah you're right.. Sorry.. I'll put her shirt in the trash can.. Can I go upstairs now?" She looks at dad and he nods. "Yes, you can go upstairs now." I run upstairs, a little bit relieved. I open the door to my bedroom, and see Roxy's sitting on my bed. She put on one of my shirts, cause she was still in her bra. She looks so sexy.. She made a knot in the bottom of my shirt, and she rolled up the sleeves. She just sits there, staring to my desk. "Bby.. Are you okay?" She looks up, and sees me; "Yeah I'm fine.. What happened? What did your parents say?" I think about what happened and start laughing. I sit down on the bed and give her her shirt back. She takes it, but doesn't put it on. "I don't want my shirt back, I like this one.." She looks down at my shirt she's wearing, and smiles. I smile back: "Still wanna know what happened?" She nods, so I tell her everything. "They thought I was a psycho.. That I was using your shirt and taking off mine to imagine us being together.." She starts laughing: "Oh my lord, how old do they think you are?" 5. "Well I don't know, 5 or something?" I smile too; "But bby, we have to get you out of here.. My parents can come upstairs any moment, and they think you are at your own house."

Roxy's pov

I look at the window. "I can.. Climb through the window?" He looks at me; "Yeah.. You could but I don't want you to get hurt.. Do you think you can jump?" I walk at the window and look down; "Easyyy, I won't hurt myself. I did it before you know.." He takes my wrist and pulls me back on the bed; "You did? When? Why?" I laugh; "I did, 3 months ago, cause I didn't want to go to detention." He smiles; "You jumped out of a window from school?" I nod. "Yeah, I did.." He gives me a soft kiss, hold his face close to mine and whispers; "My badass girl.." I give him a kiss back; "Yeah I'm badass, so now I'm gonna jump out of your window.." He shakes his head; "Nonono, I don't want you to hurt yourself. So here's the plan: I'm gonna distract my parents, and you sneak away through the door." I sigh; "Okay okay, sure.. But first.." I take his cheeks and kiss him again. He's still wearing no shirt, so I caress his sixpack. He smiles while kissing, and I whisper; "Text me, okay?" He nods, and I stop kissing. "Sorry bby.. I wish we could go on but.. My parents.." he says. "I know I know.." He stands up, and I grab my shirt. "Can I keep your shirt on?" I ask. He nods, and opens the door of his bedroom. He goes downstairs first, and I wait until it's safe to go downstairs. I hear him talking to his parents. Before I go downstairs I grab a piece of paper and a pen from his desk. I write a note and lay it down on his desk. For when he comes back upstairs.. The note says:

Hey babe.. I just wanted to write you a note, cuz we didn't get a chance to say goodbye. So.. Goodbye bby, I love you so much. Good luck with your parents. I'll see you after the weekend, maybe you can come to mine on Sunday? We'll text..
Xx Roxy

I hear he's going to the kitchen with his parents, so I decide to go downstairs. I try not to make any noise. I look into the living room, and I don't see anyone. So I run to the door, open it and get outside. I close it quietly, and run to the bus stop. I hope his parents didn't hear anything..