Lost After Midnight

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                          ~Amor's POV~

          "I'm warning you, I'm extremely unoriginal and I've never done the whole dating thing before," he tells me when we get out of his car at the park. It's not too cold, very warm in comparison to the last couple of nights. "So if this sucks, I apologize in advance." He grabs a large blanket and his backpack.
     I follow him over near the playground, helping him lay out the blanket on the grass. He sits down next to me and grabs his backpack, taking stuff out of it. If he would have told me he wanted to have a picnic I wouldn't have ate dinner.
    "This is cute," I say, looking around and back at him. His eyes widen as he sets it to the side, lips parting in shock. "I was thinking you would do the whole, movie thing." He shakes his head, grabbing a grape.
    "I was thinking about that until I realized how small the theater rooms here are and you would probably die because the number of people in one room at a time," he says. He's not wrong; the last time I did go see a movie was when I was fourteen with my dad and I had a panic attack once the lights turned off. "And I like talking to you; you can't talk during a movie."
     "Can you even sit still long enough for a movie?" I tease. He shakes his head. "ADHD?"
     "Yeah, I get it from my dad," he says, now looking uncomfortable. He straightens his knee out, leaning on his elbow. It's crazy how at moments like these, when it's just us, and he's not being an inappropriate jerk, I find him so attractive, then at others, he's just a jerk. "Your dad didn't seem very happy you were going out with me."
    "He's just very protective," I tell him. "He means no harm by it...maybe." He chuckles, grabbing another grape. It's quiet, which I usually don't like because it gives me too much space to think, but right now it's nice. My hands aren't shaking, I don't feel light headed, but of course, there's that voice telling me something is wrong, that I don't deserve to be calm right now.
      "Your mom seemed very nice. And your brother....well, he was really something." I chuckle, making him smile. "He seems like a cool kid. It's good that you have a brother who has your back. I had a little sister." Keyword: had.
"What happened to her?" I ask, not sure if it was okay to ask that, but we were talking about families.
"She lives with my mom now," he tells me. "Despite our age gap, we were close and then she moved." His whole mood changed at the subject of his sister.
"What about your dad? Do you get along with him?" He scuffs, laughing, but it's not a good laugh. Just by the sound of it, I can tell the answer is no.
"If you mean him and I don't talk unless he's upset with me, then yeah we get along," he says. It's obvious he's trying to joke about it, but I can tell it bothers him. "I don't want to talk about him though. I'm here with you, a beautiful, gorgeous girl, so that's the last thing I want to talk about." His compliments are getting easier to take when they aren't mixed with anything inappropriate. Call me a prude, but I'm not one of those people that's comfortable with sex talk.
"Can you tell me what happened to your knee though?" He looks down at it, sighing.
"I fell and it gave out on me after we're done at the beach," he says. We both lay down on the blanket, looking up at the sky. It always used to calm me, knowing that there was something up there, a peace. But right now, this is a sense of peace now too. "So, when did you start getting anxiety and shit?" He asks, turning his head towards me. I do the same, making sure there's a good distance between.
"I think the depression thing started when
I was five; I was back and forth with my parents and my birth mom, which made me upset cause I just wanted to be with him and Zane. I don't get along with my birth mom. It progressively got worse. My anxiety started when I was in middle school, it was more social then, but now it's all the time."
I don't understand why it's so easy for me to open up to him as I do. Hardly ever do I even talk to my dad about these things and I'm closer with him than anyone. I technically just met this boy and he has me telling him things I've never said before. Maybe it's because I know deep down he won't judge me.
"When I was in middle school, I used to beat Mar us to a pulp for not bringing pencils to school," he says. I laugh, shaking my head. "This is most I've seen you smile in one seating."
"I feel relaxed right now, I'm not thinking so much." He gets up, offering me his hand. I take it, pulling myself up with his help. We walk over to the playground and sit on the swings. "What do you want to do after graduation?"
      "Get the hell out of this town," he says. "It's the most cliche thing, but I hate it here. Anywhere but here is good with me." He seems far away when he says this, looking in front of him blankly. His side profile is really something else; his lashes are something no man deserves.  "Nothing at this point can keep me here."
      "I think I want to write, so I want to go to college," I tell him. "But I don't know if I can handle that." The small smile on his face makes my stomach do a flip. Okay, maybe I like him a little bit.
     "Don't let your problems keep you from where you want to be later on; if that were the case, I would be stuck here forever." We stay quiet for a few minutes, me swinging back and forth while he tried doing the same with one leg because of his knee. I don't believe what he said happened is the truth, but I don't want to push it. "Have you had your first kiss?" He asks out of nowhere.
     I shake my head. I've never been interested in boys, or anyone really. "Please don't say something stupid like I could be your first."
   "I could be your first." I roll my eyes, smiling. "I'm kidding...I don't kiss on the first date." My cheeks heat up.
     "Who said there would be another?"
     "Me."

AN: This was difficult to write for some reason, I hope you guys liked it though!
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