"Hello?"
"Uh, hello?" I mumble, not even bothering to look up from my book. I had been sitting under the oak tree reading my favourite novel of all time, when an annoying boy decided to come and interrupt me.
"May I sit down?"
I looked up to see a brown haired boy sunken down on the grass beside me, staring down intently at the book I was reading. From what I could see, he was quite attractive.
"Hey." I sigh, slightly annoyed that I was interrupted.
He gave me a slight smile before my eyes met his intoxicating blue ones, slowly melting into them. They were so blue, his irises, like little pieces of broken-off robin's egg blue eyes, or bits of sea glass smoothed by decades of being rolled over in sand and salt. He was wearing a white t-shirt, that fit tightly around his chest exposing his amazing muscles. He was good looking, that was for sure.
"What are you reading?" He asked, his hand reaching up and stroking his messy hair.
"Huh?" His gorgeous eyes had erased all other thoughts.
"What is the title of that book you are reading...?" I watched as he leaned over to take a look at the rubber name tag on my book bag, "Jess?"
"Uh, um" The words die in my throat as i feel the bare skin of the boy's shoulder brush against mine, sending an instant shiver up my spine. It took all the strength in me not to gasp for air.
It was only when he leaned closer to read the title of my book that I snapped out of my trance, shifting uncomfortably away and stuffing the novel into my book bag. He was much too close for my liking; I hadn't been touched by anyone in years.
"N-none of your business." I mumble, crossing my legs indian style and attempting to avoid his oh-so-beautiful eyes. "what are you doing here anyway?"
"Well, I was taking a walk in the park like I normally do in the morning, when I spotted you here. You had this cute concentrating face as you were reading your novel so I didn't want to disturb you. Why are you out here so late anyway? Aren't you scared someone's gonna like... I don't know, hurt you?"
Rape. He meant rape. It was a word that made me cringe. A word that sent shivers up my spine and made me gasp for air. I had heard it so many times in my life before, mainly from my own lips. "You've been raped" I would constantly tell myself, desperately trying to come to terms with reality. "You've been raped, you've been raped, you've been raped." But no matter how many times I would say it, I'd never be able to admit it to myself. I was unclean, and not good enough for anybody.
Once I had given up trying to convince myself, I would head down to the abandoned house and paint. Paint what it looked like. Standing in the corner of that old, dirty room. The mans evil smirk as he pressed his body against mine. The fear that would cross over my features as I was tortured and tormented beyond belief. And paint what it felt like. The fear that crossed over my eyes as he held a knife across my pale skin, his eyes filled with nothing but lust.
I once thought that that would help. That if I painted it enough times, it would be permanently printed on the walls and removed from my brain forever. But it didn't help, and the constant nightmares didn't stop.
"You alright love?" The brown haired boy questioned, resting a hand on my shoulder. A look of concern was plastered across his features; his eye brows knotted together in a cute way. I realised I hadn't even asked his name was yet.
"What's your name?" I questioned randomly.
He was a little taken back by my question, looking around the park uncomfortably. "My name's Reuben." He mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
"Reuben" I whisper, "I love it."
A small wide smile spreads across his lips. I had never seen someone so happy for such a small compliment. It was just adorable, but also kind of scary. How could someone be so happy about little things like that? When I found it hard to admire anything anymore. His life must be perfect. I thought.
"So... why are you sitting under this tree?" I questioned, desperately trying to keep the conversation going. It was hard though, considering I hadn't held a conversation with someone for two years.
"Well, I normally come down to the park on Saturdays and read my novel", He stopped to pull out a rather large book from his bag that read, 'peter pan',
"It's a rather fantastic book, " He giggled, waving the novel in my face.
"So if you come down on Saturdays, why are you here on a Monday?"
"I don't know. I had a fight with my parents about money. They told me I should 'grow up' cause I was wasting too much money on following my dreams rather than paying for my apartment. But this!" He motioned towards the book before continuing, "says you don't need to grow up."
"Have you read the ending yet?" I mumble, not even bothering to look up from my fiddling hands.
"No but, I'm pretty sure wendies gonna end up with Peter Pan. They'll never grow old and live happily ever after. Not even worrying about money or jobs or anything. That would be the life. " His eyes filled with sadness as he stared off into the distance. "Have you read the ending?"
"Yep" I answered, popping the 'P'.
"Well don't tell me, I want It to be a surprise." He says, rather to excitedly. Once again. I thought, he's as happy as a clam at high water.
"I won't"
"Do you promise?" His eyes looked at mine pleadingly, and I realised rather too late that I was staring into them again.
"I promise"
And with that we said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways. His mind probably filled with the thoughts of staying young forever, and my mind filled with his Sapphire eyes and gorgeous dyed brown hair.
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Also, some of you who've read this chapter before might be a bit confused as to why this is the first chapter rather than the second. I switched "houses and paintings" and "books and boys" around as I thought it would sound better. If you think I shouldn't have done that feel free to tell me!
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