Love is love right ??
Ashley and Rachel best friends meet two completely opposite boys at The Vamps concert. One boy Brad had a good life the other boy Justin a troubled one. But it doesn't matter how different two boys can be because love is love...
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We all decided to stay at The Jacobs's house because there was enough room. Although me and Rachel decided to sleep on the sofa to let Rachel's parents sleep on a bed.
What an amazing night it was! I'm so thankful for every single one of them. I smile to myself.
I look down and see Rachel who has her head on my chest hugging me. She is adorable.
I kiss her head softly.
I can feel her soft breaths against my chest as she is sleeping soundly.
We decided just in the morning we would head home probably when all the parents are asleep as it was easier so we said our goodbyes to them last night.
* ping *
I reach for my phone I squint my eyes because of the brightness of my phone. Unknown caller.
Curiosity on who this could be and I click on the contact and begin replying back.
My heart sinks when the unknown caller reveals its identity. My mum. Maybe Seth won't be there.
I stand up slowly and quietly trying not to wake up Rachel. She stirs slightly but falls back to sleep when I wrap the blanket around her.
I put my trousers on and my top. I grab my denim jacket. Put my shoes on and I grab my rucksack.
I slowly and quietly leave the Jacobs house. Praying that I have not woken anyone. I make it out of the house and I run to my old house knowing exactly where it is. Only five minutes away from the Jacobs. Although the street is definitely the complete opposite.
I reach my old house. I walk in the smell of drugs and weed is overpowering.
My mum is standing there her eyes lighting up when she sees me. Seth is nowhere to be seen.
" do you want some food??" my mum asks I shake my head no.
It's three in the morning for crying out loud I think to myself.
My mum reaches for my arm turning me to face her.
"Look at you! you're taller" she says, looking at me up and down. I haven't seen her in a while.
" I'm not" I state looking at the women in front of me who was supposed to give me a better life, who was supposed to look after me.
" I basically shrunk when I was on the streets" I add looking at the floor tears in my eyes.
"Well, you're still my tall, beautiful handsome boy" my mum says with a smile rubbing her hand up and down my arm.
I look down at the ground when her eyes are on me. I don't think I can look her in the eye. I'm scared.
