(Sorry, I just realized that the song on chapter one didn't post, so here it is. And the pic is for everyone out there whom is struggling with depression and/or self harm. Stay strong my lovelies!!!)
(About two months later)
RUBEN'S POV
"Hold on, Alma! Your going too fast, I can't keep up!" I say, frustrated.
"Sorry." She giggles. "I guess this part us just really easy for me." The truth is, I was just too busy staring at her while she was explaining how to do it. She's just so cute.
We are currently sitting on my couch, trying to study for our chemistry test that we have tommorow. I'm in a pair of shorts, shirtless and barefoot. But I'm usually shirtless around my own house. She's in a black sweater, although I have no clue why, its always super hot in my house.
"Aren't you hot?" I ask Alma. She just shrugs.
"Kinda" she mumbles.
"You can take your sweater off, you know that, right?"
She laughs. Wow, that's so cute. "I know."
"Then why don't you?"
"Why does it matter?" She asks.
"I don't know." I laugh. "Now take that sweater off." I tell her, an evil smile creeping onto my face.
She smiles back. "What if I don't feel like it?"
"Then I'll do this!" I scream as I tackle her to the ground, laughing. She screeches as I do. I wrestle her down, tickling her.
"Ahhh! Ruben, stop!" She screams, laughing. I continue to tickle her, until she finally manages to push me off of her. She jumps on top of me.
"You know, I usually don't have girls screaming for me to stop." I whisper in her ear. She gasps, and I pull away, smirking. The look on her face, is just. Priceless.
All of a sudden, an evil smile comes over her face. She straddles my torso, and leans down to whisper in my ear.
"You've got it coming now boy."
She starts tickling me fiercely. I laugh, because I'm really ticklish. I try telling her to stop, but she doesn't listen and tickles me until my sides hurt.
When she finally stops, and I lay there trying to catch my breath. When I do, I look up at her. Her hair is messy, her eyes are sparkling, and her lips, oh my god. She's still straddling my body, and her hands are in either side of my head.
Oh my god, she's so beautiful.
Before I consciously make the decision, my lips are on hers. I feel her stiffen, and I pull away.
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Teen FictionAlma Kaye Landon is a 17 year old girl who was born in the UK. She suffers from major depression and cuts her wrists, believing she is ugly and that no one loves her. Then she meets him. He makes her promise that she will stop, because she IS beauti...
