𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

eighteen

"let's do something!" timmy laid on top of cleo.
"so heavy!" she rolled off and sat on the edge of the couch, his feet in her lap.
"mm..watch a movie?" he asked.
"neh. get food?" cleo asked.
"not hungry." he answered.
"me either." she agreed.
"walk?"
"feet hurt."
"let's play would you rather." he decided.
"ok." i pulled the lamp cord so the only light was tbe small one in the kitchen.
"would you rather....hold a snake or eat spiders?" cleo asked.
"hold a snake." he answered.
"my turn."
"ok. kiss harry styles...or me." cleo felt him inhale sharply. harry styles had been her celebrity crush since one direction formed. her brain went to default and thought harry, but after the past couple weeks, she was thinking of the other option.
"um...you." she responded quietly. he sat up and smiled.
"really?" he asked. cleo nodded shyly.
"cleo...i really like you." he smiled. she blushed and laid her head on his chest. she didn't know what to say, so she pretended to fall asleep. cleo was terrified of love, because everytime she fell for someone, you guessed it, it ended bad. she was actually starting to drift into sleep when she felt him gently lift her head and place it on a pillow. cleo heard him scribble something on a paper. she pretended she was still fast asleep as he walked out the door. she rushed to the window to watch him walk down the sidewalk in direction of the subway. she walked around to the counter and picked up a note he left.

i'm gonna be gone for a couple days. going to see pauline in paris. i'll be back next week.

she wished she had told him how shs felt.