** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

"You want to go get tacos?" he asks from the gap between our houses "It's 2:34 AM! We have school tomorrow!" i shout being the good girl i am. "So?" " You are watching your life slip right past you. Live a little. You can stay here, get some sleep, wake up in the morning and do the same thing you do every day. Or, you can get your skinny butt dressed, and climb out your window, and go on an adventure with me at two in the morning and eat some taco's." He gives me a pointed look, before shrugging his shoulders "Your choice." My life was boring and bland. I am abused by my step father. I simply wait for the next beating to come or perhaps life to rip out from under me, leaving me to die in peace. And then he waltzed into my life, bringing his antics and drama with him. Only he breathed life back into me, he showed me what I was missing, he brought me back to life. But if he finds out about what my real story is. The reason behind the scars that zag across my wrists, will he run away? Leave me like my father left me? Or will i simply be not good enough, like I was't good enough for my father?