Downtown Boy

c h a p t e r 19

🎶My uptown girl🎶

-Billy Joel

Note: There's a time gap.

Sierra's pov:

A few weeks had passed ever since Leo came over to apologize. His apology was genuine, yet a part of me can't help but want to be cautious around him.

Forgiving him might've been my choice but keeping a bit of distance from him is also my choice.

Over the years I found out that trusting and loving people close to you is dangerous yet safe at the same time. It's more like a bag of chocolate chips but there's a twist. Some of them are raisins.

My life back then was filled with raisins. There was Sebastard, my oh so loving parents, and the children I used to go to school with. Miss Rosa was one of the chocolate chips back then.

Now I have the King family, Beth and Axel, Marcus- hopefully he sees me as a friend too, I've never really had friends-, Mr. Jackson- we've been swapping stories with each other and gossiping whenever we meet at the cafe-, Junaid.

I confessed to him within the few weeks that passed by. Thankfully I didn't blurt out that I killed his sister like Hunter told me to, he listened to me quietly the whole time.

When I finished, I was in tears, I was ashamed and disgusted with myself before he told me teary eyed that none of that was my fault. We bonded over by talking about his sister and sharing stories of our childhood with her, laughing and giggling as we chocked on sobs.

It felt nice.

My brother on the other hand, he's a chocolate chip in making. Like, he's kept in the freezer right now. He's chocolate, seeing he does have good in him but he's melted because he still needs to realize some stuff.

"Sierra! Can you draw me that pretty butterfly again so I can color in it? And Axel wants a car!" Right, Beth was having her weekly 'Mommy and Axel day' and decided to spend it with us.

Taking the marker from her hand as she eagerly exploded with excitement as she stood beside me. Hunching over the kitchen table, I start to draw a butterfly and a car on the other paper.

An impressed whistle comes from beside me, "Well damn Ce, never took you as an artist." She tucks in a frizzy brown hair of her behind her ear before looking closer.

"Come on, it's nothing like that. I bet there's a million of other people who can do way better, plus these are just a car and a butterfly." I'm not that into drawing and painting, its just a little activity I used to do when I wanted to get my mind off of stuff.

It helped me escape reality, letting me enter a new world I tried drawing. May I also add the fact that I had to erase a simple line at least 10 times for it to be perfect.

"Oh hush, take a compliment for once." She scolds.

I just shrug, "I need some time to get used to them, okay? I'm a mess most of the times." When I don't hear any objection but a loud sip of tea, I turn to face her.

"You aren't even going to deny it to make me feel better?" I point out, a pout on my face.

"What's there to correct? A few days ago you ate a cone of ice cream and were so high on sugar, you couldn't even walk straight and then cried while talking to the walls." She tells me. Okay. So that might've happened. To be fair, I hadn't had chocolate ice cream in months and when I saw the opportunity, I took it.

But she didn't stop there, "Hunter tried calming you down when you started sobbing about not ever finding love and that the only person who'd never cheat on you is sugar. Honestly, I'd never seen a man so jealous and hurt as he pouted, that too because of sugar."