Forever and Always (On Hold)

Chapter 6:

Laying in bed, i mentally discus todays events.

1. Dads..... d-death

2. Police interview

3. Going to Brian's house

4. crying

5. the lake

6. laughing

7. becoming Brian's girlfriend.

It all just makes me want to cry and smile at the same time. Eventually though, the crying takes over and i sob myself to sleep.

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Hey, i just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe! Hey i just met you and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe!

My annoying ringtone blasts in my ear. Hey, i had to pick a tone that made me want to answer the phone, right?

"Hello?" I ask the caller, ending Carly Rae Jepson's radio single.

"Skylar, i was so worried about you! how are you feeling?" Brian's caring voice fills my ears.

"Ummm yeah, of course i'm fine! Why wouldn't i be?" i say, a little confused.

"Well... Ummmm.. your dad?"

Oh yeah. The cries return.

"Shhhh, Skylar. it's okay. Just let it out." Brian soothes.

"Shhhhh."

I sniff, stifling a sob.

"Do you want me to come over?" Brian asks. of coarse i would.

"Please" i reply.

"Okay! on my way." i was about to hang up when i heard,

"Wait, Skylar? where do you live?"

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"Skylar," Brian says, running through the door. He doesn't even knock. Immediatly, he folds me into a tight embrace.

"Are you okay?" he whispers in my ear. His breath warming the right side of my face.

"Yes--- No.." I sob. "Definatly not."

"Shhh. let it all out."

And i do just that, folded in Brian's tight embrace, soaking his shoulder in salty tears. Oh Skylar! How romantic.... not.

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"I just don't get it, you know? Why does everything have to die? It's just not fair." I say to Brian after we part. "Not fair."

"I know." he replies.

I deliberate showing him my secret place, up on the roof. I mean he is my only true friend. Sure, i have "friends", but their just kind of, umm whats the word, distant. Like they don't tell me anything, they've never been over to my house and vise-versa. They don't know me. The real me, that is. To them, they know me as a shell. we are more of aquantences, kind of.

Okay, i'm showing him my hideout.

"Follow me," I say, tugging at his hand. He follows me up the white stairs and to my room. He doesn't even ask a single question.

I walk around my bed and to the window, opening it.

"Ummm?" Brian gives me a questioning look as I climb out the open window.

"Just trust me."

He follows suit, no further questions asked.

"Woah" Brian says, stepping on the roof. The beautiful sun is blazing overhead, and i'm already sweating. Its gonna be a hhhhhooooottttt day.

"My hideout." I say, giving him a small, proud smile.

"Cool" His face is painted with his ever so beautiful grin.

Blue eyes, dark hair, flawless tan skin. What a beautiful boy.

"Watcha' starin' at?" he says smiling arrogantly. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I turn away quickly. "Well?"

"N-nothing..." I reply.

"Are you sure about that?" Brian bursts out laughing, and bends over forwards to controll himself. So much for that idea...

"Brian! The edge!" I yell,  just in time for him to topple off the roof after tripping over a lose shingle. Oh shit. I mean crap. NO SWEARING SKYLAR. mental note.

"Brian! Brian are you okay?" Peering my head over the edge, i see Brian sunk down in the little hedge lining my house. "Ahh!" i run back in the window, down the stairs, and fly out the front door. "Brian!" He's still in the hedge laughing his face off. What the?

"Are--- are you okay?" He continues laughing. I think he landed a teensy bit too hard. I run over to him. His butt is barely touching the ground in the middle of the bush, with his upper body and legs shooting out the middle. He is completely and utterly histerical.

"Yeah" He says between laughing fits. "I'm fine." he chuckles again. "It wasn't even that large a fall." He is right; the roof he fell off of is only about ten feet off the ground, but still. He fell, off the roof. Hopefully he hasn't broken his butt. That would not be good. A broken butt. I laugh at my own inside joke, and i'm pretty sure Brian thinks i was laughing at him. Nope.

"trust me." He repeats what i told him earlier, as he stumbles out of the bush.

"I trust you." I reply simply. I do trust him. More than most people, i think. Not that i've ever really known someone well enough to trust them truly.

"But i obviosly can't trust you not to fall off my roof." I smirk. Muahahahaha!

We both errupt in giggles, then laughter, then full out joyfull roars. No wonder the neighbors think i'm crazy...

These are the times to remember. Mental note.