Before March Comes (Editing)

❄️ Chapter 11 ❄️

A/N

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I can't believe my eyes. What am I looking at right now. February is outside! Outside of my house! What the hell does he think he is doing?!

He waves at me casually as if what he is doing is totally okay (which it isn't by the way). If anyone sees him...I don't even know what would happen.

I begin signing to him, flailing my arms all over the place like a constipated ballerina. His face looks confused and I don't blame him.

I know what you are thinking, why don't I just open the window. Well, I can't, my dad locked all the windows too. Can someone say over protective because I can.

I grab a piece of paper and a sharpie marker from my desk drawer and begin to write. I decide to start of easy.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, ARE YOU MAD?

He laughs to himself and shakes his head. Okay he is mad. I grab another sheet and scribble.

Is everything okay?

He nods and mouths I wanted to see you. My heart flutters for a moment.

You should go, if my dad sees you it won't end well.

It's not that my dad will be mad that a kid (even though he's 18) is outside. It's because of me, he doesn't want me around any guy but Jason.

He nods looking bummed. He waves at me and mouths see you later, before walking away. I wish he would stay but I know that can't happen.

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We continue to meet in secret. About 2 weeks have passed of us doing this.

We meet up in our usual area and talk for ages. I keep telling myself that I shouldn't go outside anymore but I always end up coming anyway.

I just notice that he has worn the same black jumper, black jeans and black shoes since the first day I met him.

Something about him seems off though. What if he is running from the police and he is actually a master mind criminal. Or what if he is a serial killer who broke out of jail just 2 weeks ago and is now looking for his next target...ME! Okay okay, I need to chill. He's not a killer, I know he isn't...

"I had a sister..." I say.

"Had?"

"She...emm...passed away a few years ago."

"Do you mind me asking what happened to her?"

"She...emm...she went outside during one of the storms," My voice comes out quieter than I intended, "That's why I don't...that's why I never..."

"You never left your house?"

"My dad is really protective, it's not his fault I guess. He just wants me to be safe."

He looks down at the ground and scratches his head. I can't help but look at him. His hair looks so soft, each individual curl is different but perfect.

I begin to shiver and rub my hands together. He looks up at me and starts taking of his jumper and hands it to me.

My eyes go wide when I realize he isn't wearing anything underneath. His abs run all the way down his torso making my blush. He has a tattoo on the inside of his right arm. I never noticed it because his jumper always covers his arms.