why did i get so angry at him? my brain stopped and my heart went into action. she talks quieter now. he slid into the passenger seat and looked at me before i started my car. i was about to get out of the car when i saw a slip of paper on his seat, i picked it up and it had his number on it. he didn’t smile but i could tell he felt more conformable. “my parents down like me”
i didn’t that that was true,
“oh don’t be so dramatic, there your parents, they love yo-”
“THEY BEAT ME!” he screams, tears now falling from his eyes. and i walk over. i felt something weird. we both wiped it at the same time and we were as red at beets. he looked at me, but i spoke first. he was surprised, but quickly closed his eyes after i pressed my lips against his.
