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My eyes stir open when a dip is felt in the bed next to me, shifting the weight to the left side. The small sigh is heard throughout the small room.

"wfdaj fjdl" I mumble, not letting the word come clear out of my mouth. I haven't yet to look over to my left.

"hmm?"

"what." is all I manage to say, the tiredness and the lack of hope in my voice are evident.

No response, nothing just plan old quietness, a familiar sound, feeling. I draw my body out of the mattress, sitting up and looking over to the small breathing person? it might be an animal, who knows.

"you animal" I mumble, causing the so called animals laughter to fill the room.

"i'm a what?"

"an animal. who are you?"

" you really don't know? how many strangers do you let in your house?" he ask. I shrug, opening my eyes more to see the object still sitting next to me, a thin layer of sweat across it's forehead.

"yep, fucking animal" I mutter, turning my back to him and closing my eyes. The only thing I find in the dark, is a blanket getting layed over me, the two hands the following down my arm before pulling away.

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I woke up again to the same dip in my bed and the light noise of fingers hitting a object. I slightly open my eyes, I face the wall, and the oddly cleaned floor? There wasn't a trace of anything on it really. The hardwood showing through, something I almost forgot I had.

At this point, i'm wide awake. I slowly turn around to face the other side, startled by the wild animal sitting there, the same one as last night.

I glance over at his phone, I don't think he realizes he's awake yet. It's a picture of the new girl, lily and me talking yesterday. One, where the yell did he get that, and two, why was he looking at it?

My eyes now travel around the room, there's nothing? well there some shit, my shit but the floors are cleaned, the little painting area is set up again, with the painting of the moon on the easel, and all the garbage in the room seemed to be gone. What the hell did he do?

I must have let out a grunt because it caused his attention, "morning" 

I simply don't respond, my eye just stay connected to his. We seem not to be bothered by this as none of us look away, like this awkward but settling glance.

"so." he finally says, breaking the 5 minute glance we have been doing. I roll my eyes, stepping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom, which yet again is suprisly clean. As the door locks behind me, I just stand there once again finding myself looking in the mirror. The face I've always hated was still plastered onto reflecting piece of glass, my face. I've never liked the way my mouth turns into a smile, the way my hair lays just past my shoulders but yet looks so much longer.I hated the ways how my eyes seem to big for my head, and I've always hated the way I look like so much the little girl I remember. I've always hated myself and there is not way around that. 

I've always hated mirrors just for this soul purpose. It reminded me of who and what I use to be and I fucking want that gone. It's in the past so why dwell on it, right? Ignoring the thoughts wanting to enter my mind, I turn on the sink, letting the cold water wash away the new dried blood that has found its home on my arm. 

"God, I see why no one likes you"

For some reason, these words stick to me. I don't why though, second thought, I don't even know why he was even here.He showed up last night, I think, and then ended up here in the morning. What does he want?

"What do you want?" I ask, leaning on the bathroom door frame. His travel from the canvas on the wall, that I didn't mange to destroy, to me. He has some damn blue eyes though. "hun?" he ask.

"What do you want? You don't just insult me, then come back" I say, this time sounding more snotty than the last. 

"Damn, nothing. I came to apologize actually" He snarls, standing up this time. 

"Mhm" 

"You don't believe me?"

"no."

"why not?" .

"Because, dufus. You don't know me, and never will. With that in mind, whatever sick game you're playing, please stop and just leave me the hell alone" I snarl. I turn my body and my feet start moving towards the door. If he wont, leave I will gladly be the one too. I need a walk anyways.

"Not so fast" he chuckles. His hand in a tight grip around my waist and my back against the wall. I honestly don't even remember how this happened in the process of 2 seconds.

I don't say anything. All I simply do Is look at him. The anger in me rising and this isn't going to end good.

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3rd person pov

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"Why" he question, not daring to break the eye contact. He doesn't know her, she's right but that's something he is going for. That his goal this year.

She doesn't say anything. Her arms are stuck to her side and she looking up at the boy like hungry wolf but he knows she wont attack. That never was her nature.

"You have no idea who you are, do you?" 

"get-your-hands-off-of-me" she grits through her teeth. The shine hitting her eyes are making them sparkle but at the same time, they look so dull.

"you don't" he whisper. The hot breath from his mouth hitting the her face, causing shivers to run down her spine.

She stays quiet, once again. She knows he's right but she isn't willing to admit it. To her, he was this asshole who seemed to rome the halls but now, she's not sure. He's here but he's so, so questionable. On the other hand, she is a blank canvas, waiting for the right painter to come along. The right set of colors to shift her to become what she always wanted to be but she doesn't know what that even looks like.

Without hesitation on either ends, there lips meet.

a/n- I don't like this check. yolo. Hope you all enjoy this:)