Your parents have recently died and you're traumatised. You're 16 and you live by yourself in the house your parents owned. You live alone. But what happens when a certain boy moves in next door?
Started: 14/06/2020
Finished: 28/07/2020
School starts tomorrow. I've decided I want to go shopping to get food and more clothes. But not sweats, actually cute outfits. I feel confident. I mean I don't want to look homeless do I? Of course not. But I'm not good with fashion. Maybe I'll ask Kairi to come. But will that give him the wrong idea? I mean the only time we hang out is when I go around for tea. But I need more food. And I wanna learn to cook for myself. I'll message him.
Short Guy
Y/n Hossler Hey Kairi, I'm off shopping today for clothes and food and need someone with a decent fashion sense. Care to join me? It's okay if you have plans. Let me know :)
Short Guy Hey y/n, I was gonna hang with the boys but I'll have with you instead, they'll understand. What time you leaving? :)
Y/n Hossler In 10 if that's good with you? :)
Short Guy I'll be round in 5 :) Seen.
5 minutes later, Kairi turned up and I let him in. "So what kinda clothes we getting?" He asked. "Well all I own is sweats and like one pair of jeans and your fashion sense is decent. I don't wanna look like a slut but I wanna look half presentable yano?" I explained. He nodded as he thought. "How much money you planning on spending?" He asked, looking at me cautiously. "Well my parents were millionaires and half of their money was left for me so I don't really have a limit as such." I said scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. "Anyway let's get going." I said to break the silence. I opened the door and we both hopped in my car. "Do you want aux or can I have it?" He asked. "I mean I don't really listen to music, so you can have it," I bluntly said. "Tell me what you think," he said whilst he plugged the wire into his phone and turned on his playlist. I'm not gonna lie his music taste isn't trash. We got to the mall and we started going to shops. He dragged me into shops. He told me to try on an outfit. I wasn't too sure thought, I thought I was too skinny because I developed an eating disorder since mum anddad died. I didn't eat a lot. But going to Kairi's house every night has helped me but I'm not quite with the figure I used to rock yet. But I tried it on just because he asked me to.
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I stared at myself in the mirror with it on. You can see my ribcage. The jeans are baggy because my legs are so skinny. You can see the ugly ass scars on my wrists. I hate this. I want to cry. "Kairi!" I shouted, he was outside of the changing rooms. "Yes y/n. Are you alright?" He asked. "I don't like it. I look trash. I'm too skinny." I mumbled. "Y/n no, come and show me." I put my arm over my stomach, the wrist against my stomach and opened the curtain slowly. He was stood there looking at me. I crossed both my arms across my stomach and flinched when I accidentally scratched my wrists, reopening a healing slit. Kairi gently took my arms an unfolded them, absorbing the mess of the person in front of him. He looked down at my wrist with worried eyes and back up at me. He took a tissue from his tissue packet in his pocket and gently wiped away the blood. He didn't say anything. He just did it. He then took a plaster from his pocket. Where is all this stuff coming from? He's like fucking Mary Poppins. He gently put the plaster over the bleeding part, making sure it wasn't over anymore healing cuts. Why isn't he saying anything? Why isn't he like running away like any normal person would? Maybe he's not normal, maybe he's actually worth being friends with. He stood back, and looked me up and down. "Now give me a twirl," He said, hyping me up. I gave him a twirl and he looked at me with admiration. I got self conscious again. "You don't like it do you?" I asked him. I swear to god if he makes buy this. "Do you want my honest opinion?" He asked nervously. "Yes," I nervously replied. "I think you're beautiful so don't take this the wrong way," He started. He thinks I'm beautiful? Bitch please, I'm going to overthink this whole whatever you're going to say. "Do you have an eating disorder? Because you honestly look like you have the potential too look amazing, but maybe you don't want to. I'm not too sure why but that's something you don't have to tell me unless you want to." I looked at him shocked he'd even ask that, then I sighed. "I know you probably don't want to help, but I want to help you. Believe me I do. You just have to let me in." "I can't let you in." I whispered. "You can, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm not going to leave, I'm not going to give up as easily as others would." He stepped towards me and I stepped back wrapping my arms around myself. "I can't. I can't let you get hurt." I whispered. "Look at me, you're not going to hurt me. I promise." He softly said. "Can we just drop this? I don't wanna wear this anymore it's cold." I asked. "Okay, but I want to talk about it another time. And I want you to buy the outfit, I know it's too big but I'll help you grow into it." He smiled at me. Can't he just take no as an answer? Stubborn short ass. "Okay," I responded. I got changed back into my outfit and we went to the checkout and I paid. He picked me out quite a few outfits. Most of which I won't wear until I'm back to my best body.
