Here and Lost

Chapter 4

"Wow. You are so good at making cereal!" Alex sarcastically remarks. I laugh and playfully push him over.
"I'm gonna go get dressed. You just do whatever." I say. I walk into the bathroom to put in some makeup and get dressed. I'm wearing what I always wear. A band t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and my converse. I walk back into my bedroom and Alex is patiently sitting on my bed. He's so hot. I try to stop myself from staring at him so it won't be so awkward.
"Let's go for a walk. To the park or something?" Alex says and I couldn't be more excited. I nod and we walk out the door avoiding my sleeping brother. We walk down to the park. It's so pretty today. It's so warm and sunny out. Not hot but not cold and a small breeze blows through. Alex lies under a tree. I stand there for awhile and he pulls me down by my arm. And we talked for what seemed like hours. Then things got more serious and he started talking about his father.
"It's just ever since my mom died, he never wants me around. I don't know what to do anymore, Melody. I sleep outside all the time trying to stay away from him when he's drunk. He's hurt me since I was a little kid, but I'm not going to try and defend myself."
"Why don't you tell someone this?" I ask. He just shakes his head.
"I could never report him. He may hate me but he's still my dad. And I would have no where to go. I don't have any family I know. I would end up going to foster care. I can deal with it for two more years until I move out." He says. I can see tears in his eyes. I lean over and kiss him. He grabs my hand and we lie there for a long time.
It's getting dark, we start to walk home. We get to the street that parts the road to my house to road to his. I hug him and tell him goodnight. I walk away and look back but he's just standing there staring at me.
"Alex, what's wrong?" I question.
"Oh it's nothing see you later." He walks away with his head down. I run over to him
"Is it your dad?"
"Well..."
"Just come home with me. My moms not home anyway."
"Well I guess if it's okay will you." We walk to my house and I make a frozen pizza for us. He looks happy, and it makes me happy to see that. He's lived a very hard life. I felt so bad for myself until I saw what he's been through. But he's not my boyfriend, is he? I'm not quite sure. I don't think so.
"Have you ever dated anyone?" I ask. Not only because I want him (I do), but I'm also curious. I've never had a boyfriend, or even a friend. I know he hasn't had many friends either.
"No. It's embarrassing I know. I've never really even had friends. Have you?" He says
"No"
"Oh. Okay." He says. This is getting awkward, I shouldn't have brought that up.
"I think our pizza is done." I take out the pizza and he doesn't eat much. We walk to my bedroom and get ready for bed. He takes off his shirt. He sure is comfortable for only meeting me yesterday. He's so skinny and I can see his ribs. Even know he's extremely scrawny, I some how find it attractive. He lays a blanket down on the floor and lies on it as I turn the lights off. I sit on my bed wide awake for about five minutes. Then I go lay on the floor with him. He wraps his arms around me and we go to sleep.