back at the hospital

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~~~Alex's POV~~~

they said i can be discharged. i just have to wait for my "sister" to get back. what if my parents came home?! i started to freak out. just as my heart almost got too fast, she came running in. she jumped on my bed and gave me hug and she was crying. she just laid there next to me, hugging me, with the tears falling.

"what the hell happened to you?"

"alex, i had no idea. im so sorry. i was a bitch. i didnt even...im sorry."

"nikole what are you talking about!?"

she told me she went through my closet. i cant be mad. i would have raided her panty draw if i was in her house. when she told me a box fell, i couldnt even look her in the eyes. and then what my parents said. i told her i was sorry that she had to find out.

i got discharged and i didnt know where i was gonna go.

"hey. my mom wants to know if you want to come over. stay a couple of days." when nikole asked me this, i was scared her mom found out and was going to try to call the cops or something. "dont worry. she thinks you parents are out of town. but i gotta warn you about my mom. shes a bitch. she loves everyone, just not me. and my brother, well hes a dick. he hates me. but my grammy, shes amazing. youll love her. shes probably the reason you are staying the night."

when we got to her house, it was a nice little house. had a front porch. her mom said she had to go on a business trip and would be gone for the weekend. cole was a drug addict who was gone getting into fights and crap about weed and money. this is what he was known for around our highschool.

"hello. im nikoles grandmother but you just call me grammy mae. i know this might be a little unforanate but the only we place have for you to sleep if a pull out couch in nikoles room."

"that would be fine. thank you so much mam. " i started following nikole to her room. her room was completely different from the rest of the house. the kitchen was painted a tanish color with bright decorations, same in the living room. but her room. it was tan too. but it had splatter painted walls. band quotes. everything. it was my dream room. the only thing nikole had that would fit me cause of my height, was a long sleeve Killswitch engage sweatshirt. it was pretty nice. "i cant pormise i will give this back." she laughed

"dont worry about it. i got plenty more."

i dont understand. her life seems to be great. why doesnt she hang out with people?

~~~Nikole's POV~~~

this is so awkward. like a guy i have hardly had a conversation with is staying at my house. thankfully my mom would be gone. Alex looks adorable in my sweatshirt. "hey. wanna watch a move on netflix?"

"sure."

"pick something and imms go change in to my pj's. " it was now around ten oclock. i took off all my makeup, that was smeared badly. i put my hair up into a bun. and put my glasses on. im already ugly. and as i continued to stare at myself, i began to notice so many flaws. i walked out of the bathroom. alex just stared at me. "what are you looking at freak? i could have left you die." he just gave me a smile and said

"lets watch the avengers."

~~~Alex's POV~~~

she looks adorable. shes beautiful. i cant help but constantly think this about her. shes...she looks perfect. we started to watch the avengers. we were sitting against the pillows against her bed.by the time hulk was throwing around Loki, she was out. i looked over and she had fallen alseep. her sleeve had gotten caught on a thread from the blanket, and when i went to pull the blanket over her, the sleeve rolled up. i kissed the scars on her arm and when i did, she woke up.

"What the hell are you doing?" she didnt sound angry. she sounded worried. like she was embarrased and panicing. i jumped on her bed and hugged her and started to say sorry. this made us both laugh we just laid there staring at the ceiling. talking about our life. around 4 am, she asked me to tell her my life story. by the end, she was laying on her side, piercing me with her stare. she said sorry. by the time i was able to break the contact of our eyes, she turned over and fell asleep. i went to head to my bed when i felt her hand grab mine as if to stay.

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