I woke up that morning. I rubbed my head. I slowly opened my eyes. It's as dark. Where was I? I saw an empty pizza box on the floor. And a small Hispanic girl wearing a grey t-shirt and boxers.
Memories flooded into my mind. Soledad. I slowly got up. I limped into the room she told me was mine. She said there were some old clothes in there I could probably fit. I pulled up a light blue turtle neck and some jeans. They were probably a bit too big so I grabbed a belt. I found some socks in her drawer. Her room was cluttered. A small smile appeared on my face. I went into the bathroom.
After I showered I dried off. I stared at the bruises on my torso and back remembering the night before. I shook those thoughts out of my mind and ventured into the kitchen.
I began cooking breakfast. It's the least I could do. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I heard some shuffling. I saw a head full of black hair pop up. She brushed her long hair out of her face. "What's that?" She asked looking around. I smiled. She shielded her hand from the light.
"Well I showered and made breakfast. You can shower, get dressed, and it should be ready."
She smiled at me lightly and left.
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(A/N: hey! Myles here. I imagine he looks like the picture I put but a lot paler.)
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Wasted
RomanceThe story begins telling about the lives of Soledad and Oliver. Two young seniors trying to navigate their way through bullying, economic downfall, intimate relationships, trust issues, social anxiety, and plentiful more. They live together in a sma...
