Princess in the hoodie

Chapter 6

My black vision slowly turns into a bright lit room. I groan slightly and turn my face to the side. I slowly sit up and stare outside with the beautiful view. I overlook the busy city from the small window. One of the up for having a school on a hill...

I hear the door open and dive inside the covers. I am not wearing a the hood. I am not wearing the hood. I am not wearing the hood. Please leave. Please leave. Please leave. Please leave. I hear a clank of caramick and a russle of scratching silver.

"Uh, I brought you, um ... one of my clean hoodies since I saw yours is a bit, um, dirty. It might be a bit ... a bit big..." A deep voice says softly will he words are bathed in awkwardness.

I hear a sqeak of sneakers on the old tiled floor. I wait a moment before slowly peaking out the blanket. I look around the room, everything is still as it was which is good. I notice a tray with a tea, a milky bowl of Capt'n Crunch and three cookies. I slowly move up to examen the room more. I slid the blanket off and slowly drop my legs down to the floor.

The cold tiles suck the heat away from my feet. I move to a small black figure on the old wooden study table. I gently trouch the soft fabrick. My fingers grip it and lift it up. NOCLOUTCLUB. I burst out laughing. I LOVE Reaction Time with Tal Fishman. He always makes my day. I pull the fabrick over my figuur. It takes a moment to sink in that I look like I am wearing a bag, but nontheless I hug the familiar clothing to my chest. I inhaile deeply and a relaxing sent of manly conlogue fills my nose.

I grab the tray before sliding back in the bed. I cross my legs, sitting Indianstyle before placing the food on my lap. Just as I take my first bite of Capt'n Crunch, there is a soft knock on the door. I look at the door as it slowly creeks open. A mop of black hair and tan skin appears.

"Um, may I sit with you? Please?" He says softer than a Fall breeze before flashing me those icy blue eyes.

I nod, and drop my gaze to my toothpick fingers in his hulk sized hoodie. I hear the door close softly before there is an awkwards silence. I look back tk where he was to see him awkwardly standing by the door. Awh, he looks so adorible and awkward!

A small smile tickles my lips as I clear my throat softly. He yerks up his head, looking me dead in the eye with red painted cheeks. The mini Ava inside me giggles but the real Ava gently motions to the end of the bed next to her.

Emeail triples over and sinks into the dové. The awkward silence return with the clutter and scraps of my spoon against the bowl. I take a sip of tea but spill a bit on the empty plate since Emeail burst out laughing. His cheek muscles flex upward pulling his lips into a rare sight of a dentist's dream.

His teeth looks beter than braces could have done, his dimple making a dent in his smooth cheek while while his skin forms small piles under his eyes. His jaw straighter than a ruler and sharper than a lightning while his adams apple bounces around his throat. The sound is so contagous I have not realise I have joined in with a small laugh of my own. I feel my laugh grow louder untill I am resembling his image.

Suddenly I am the only one laughing, I feel my squinty tears-of-joy-watery eyes meet an astonished and amazed pair of icy eyes. Like soft little waves, astonishment washes over his eyes. The quite waves soon turn into a restless osean of confusion and lighting strikes of desperation with droplets of hurt.

"Why are you hiding in there? What has the world done to lose you?" His deep voice sends a crisp feeling to the hair on the back of my neck. "What happened to you?"

Before I could think my mouth release a phrase repeat in my mind for so long. One I've held back my entire life. One that held so much truth. One that explains how I really feel. That one you dig out from the bottom of you heart. That one from your dark side...